King of Chefs

"Yanlang, there will be guests coming in a while. You've been busy all day, so it's time to rest, right?" The woman's face was filled with a smile, shyness, obvious flattery, and a trace of imperceptible fear. .

Yan Lang ignored the woman's words and said, "You have been arguing with my uncle these days."

Yan Guangxi's daughter-in-law looked happy, thinking that Yan Lang was worried about herself, and immediately made a sad expression: "Your uncle is not going well these days, so just take it out on me, I just said he has no vision, just look at things Short-sighted and impatient, you said what is the use of the money? We don’t know how to do business, we can only buy houses. Now the house price is not stable, maybe if you buy it today, it will fall the next day. Open a resort with you."

Yan Lang has seen a lot of people who open their eyes and talk nonsense in the entertainment industry. Seeing this woman is so willing to slap him in the face, he reluctantly listened to everything, and then smiled: "It's only 50 yuan. It's not a problem that can be solved with money. As long as you are happy."

"That's right, 50 is nothing to you, why don't I return it to you as an investment..." Yan Guangxi's daughter-in-law didn't finish the following words, she noticed that Yan Lang was looking at herself with a smile that was not a smile. It's all sympathy.

Yan Guangxi's daughter-in-law was slow to respond, and after thinking about it for a while, she realized that Yan Lang had "solved" them with money.So, so is it impossible to get them to take a stake again?

Thinking of this, Yan Guangxi's daughter-in-law looked anxious and couldn't help but grab Yan Lang's arm: "Yan Lang and we are a family after all, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Lang raised his arm to stop her words, the sympathy in his eyes was obvious, and there was a hint of sarcasm.Since Yan Lang came back, it was the first time she saw Yan Lang looking at people with such unfriendly eyes, and she inevitably forgot to speak.

Yan Lang avoided the opponent's hand, put down the shovel, took off his gloves, stood up, and said condescendingly, "When will you move out?"

"What, what?" Yan Guangxi's daughter-in-law widened her eyes in surprise. Is this trying to push her away? "you can not……"

"I can." Yan Lang interrupted the woman's questioning neatly, and replied blankly, "It's clearly written in the contract."

"Yanlang! You can't kick us out!! We are your elders!! We don't even have a place to live now, do you want us to die outside? It doesn't matter if we don't have a place to live, Juanjuan is still studying, such a young child , do you have the heart that she doesn't even have a place to live? Let everyone judge, are you benevolent in doing this? Inhumane and unrighteous! Bah!"

it is as expected.

The sarcasm in Yan Lang's eyes grew stronger.

People are different, some people are dutiful and honest, some people are cunning and smart, whether they are stupid or smart, they all know how to be a human being and keep a line so that we can meet each other in the future.But some people are the kind of weirdos who think they are smart, but are actually stupid and greedy.They ignore other people's good intentions and live self-righteously. In this life, they aim to make progress, and take more advantage if they can.The most important thing is that they never feel that they are wrong, as if there are only people who think the same as them, people who have nothing to do with them, and people who persecute them in this world.

Yan Lang also has a bit of a temper. Whether he is willing to deal with it or not depends on whether the other party is valuable or not.Especially my uncle's family, who have no face, no skin, no bottom line, he pointed out unclearly, the other party may continue to live in it for granted, until they buy a new house to live in, or even wait until Juanjuan graduates from junior high school before moving out.This kind of person, sometimes it is more effective to speak clearly.

Of course, since the uncle's family has no face, no skin and no bottom line, these words alone must have no effect. As for what to do next, he has already thought about it, and he will wait until noon tomorrow.

The mood of tending flowers and plants was interrupted, Yan Lang is not a person who will force himself, so he went back to the room immediately.

The woman crossed her hips and stared at Yan Lang arrogantly, as if applauding her wonderful argument.Yan Lang's figure disappeared, her eyes turned, and she looked at a group of people building a house in the yard, and a group of people picking vegetables, and those people were also looking at her with gossiping desires.

She twisted her buttocks, walked towards the women picking vegetables with a bitter face, and cried out before they got close: "Sister-in-law, my life is so miserable..."

Yan Lang's luggage hasn't been packed yet.

There are too many things.

The two houses in the capital probably couldn't be kept in the end, so except for the big appliances, they basically checked them back.

As an artist, he also has a luxurious and glamorous side. His personal home clothes alone may be more than the total clothes of an ordinary family of three, not to mention his going out clothes, performance clothes and dresses.The clothes that can fill a room of hundreds of square meters are not provided by the sponsor, but bought by him personally.

Not to mention ties, watches and other decorations, if it weren't for the fact that valuable things were temporarily sealed up by the court, there would only be more things in the house.

After Yan Lang hung up his closet, he thought about it, took the key and went to the next room, and opened the room next door.

This is a suite with the same two bedrooms and two living rooms, similar to his specifications, the only difference is that there is a large kitchen in the room.

This is where his parents used to live.

Parents died in a car accident.

After Yanlang became famous, he bought a car for his parents, and his father went to take a driver's license test. He drove it safely for half a year. Unexpectedly, a tire blew out while on the expressway, and both passed away.

During that time, Yan Lang blamed himself for why he bought a car for his father.

The parents' room has changed a lot after they left. The locals are used to burning their clothes and used bedding after they leave, leaving only one or two things as a souvenir.

The couple's wedding ring is in Yan Lang's hand.

Walking into the dusty room, it is very strange, the house was built by him after he became famous, it is not the "home" he grew up with, and there is no trace of his parents, Yan Lang looked at the empty room, only one kind A touch of sadness flows in my heart.

He tidied up his parents' closet, wiped it inside and out, then put his infrequently used clothes on dust bags, and hung them neatly.

But until Ranzi came up to look for him, he didn't even pack one-fifth of his luggage.

shoe……

more.

Yan Lang has a minor problem, he likes to look at shoes, buy shoes, and admire beautiful feet in beautiful shoes.

He doesn't think he is a foot fetish, but when he sees a person, he prefers to look from the feet to the head, with beautiful and delicate ankles, smooth and slender calves, and perfect knees without blemishes.Can be the first to gain his favor.

Above, do not see evil.

"Wow! You open a shoe store!" Ranzi shouted in surprise as she looked at the shoes on the floor.

Yan Lang said without turning his head, "Help me pack my clothes."

"Don't clean up, the guests are all here. It's 09:30, I thought today would be the same as yesterday, and it would be over after more than ten tables. I didn't expect that the downstairs was full in less than half an hour." , There are still people waiting outside, more people than on weekends! Brother, come down quickly! They are all waiting to see you!"

"Okay, got it." Yan Lang hung the last piece of clothing in the closet, took a step back and looked at the crowded closet, then looked back at the suitcase behind him, frowning.

When going downstairs, Ranzi said: "There are more and more people, what should I do? Seeing someone leave without waiting for their seat, my heart is bleeding."

"The position is a small matter, I will solve it. The key is the chef. But you will stay in the kitchen and help me in the future."

"Okay! A small problem with washing and cutting vegetables!"

"There is also cooking. When the new kitchen is repaired, the two of us will have one stove, and it will be much faster. I'm not busy these two days, you practice braised chicken."

"Okay!" Ran Zi carelessly did not shirk, and patted his chest to promise to do it well.

He went back to his hometown to open a resort, so it is impossible to squat in the kitchen and be a chef all the time. Even if he cooks frequently in order to upgrade the [Master Chef System], he can't trap himself to death in braised chicken and boiled fish.

When we arrived at the front hall, there were indeed a lot of people. They took a group photo and signed according to the usual practice, and then they were cooking, cooking, and continuing to cook. A bunch of mobile phones were crowded at the door behind them to take pictures. Not only Yanlang was calm and at ease, but even Ranzi and Chu Yan were both Get used to it naturally.

During the conversation, Yan Lang learned that last night's Hengshi news broadcast the news that he returned to his hometown to open a restaurant. The number of guests at noon today is three times that of the weekend.

After a busy noon, Yan Lang almost collapsed in front of the stove.

He deeply realized that the newly opened mentoring system in [God of Cooking System] is necessary. Even if Ranzi only chops chicken slices and fish to start, it will save him a lot of effort. The last two apprentices will definitely not be so tired at noon today.

There are even more guests in the evening, the main source of customers left after lunch, and the newcomers from outside. The tables are almost placed on the road, and the mother and son, who are shuttling through the crowd, are both painful and happy.

This day's profit is much more than their original monthly turnover.

When there was a gap, Chu Yan said to Ranzi: "Your brother taught you to cook hard. From now on, it will be your skill. You won't starve to death wherever you go, you know?"

Ranzi nodded seriously: "Don't worry, Mom, I will study hard."

After Ranzi separated from her mother, she returned to the kitchen. The people watching with their mobile phones at the door finally dispersed. Yan Lang was frying chicken slowly in front of the stove with a very relaxed expression.

There is no comparison between people. He is also busy in the smoky kitchen. He is tired and sweaty, and his face is covered with oily smoke.But this big star brother looks like he is cooking a delicate side dish in his own kitchen, with the occasional oily smoke lingering on his body, giving off a kind of virtuous and mature sex appeal.

"how?"

Ranzi came back to his senses, frowned and said, "Brother, I heard them say, are you going to kick my uncle out?"

Yan Lang kept moving his hands, but his face remained unchanged: "Yes."

"Is this... okay?"

Yan Lang turned his head to look at Ran Zi, with a half-smile: "You are kind-hearted, very good."

"Brother!" Ranzi didn't feel comfortable hearing this, but felt as if she was scolding him for being an idiot or the Holy Mother, and explained with a pale face, "I'm just saying, I don't sympathize with them! They know your situation clearly , and even met, we would split up without saying a word! You signed the contract and took the money, but you still insist on not leaving! If it were me, I would not agree! Isn’t it! Brother! Especially Zhou Xiaohong, that woman is the most It’s not a thing anymore! It’s fine if you don’t look good, your heart is black! If it weren’t for her to provoke dissension, no matter how bad my uncle is, we are still a family, so I wouldn’t do such a thing! My mother said, this matter The thing is that Zhou Xiaohong is talking nonsense everywhere! What do you say? Say it! I will listen to you!"

"Ah."

Ranzi stared at him, filled with righteous indignation, how could such an impassioned sentence be exchanged for such a calm "Huh?"

Yan Lang chuckled, looking softly at this cousin whom he didn't like very much when he was young, and this time he came back, he really got to know him again.He took out the chicken from the pot and said confidently, "Go ahead and talk about it tomorrow."

"tomorrow!?"

"good!"

"elder brother!"

"Be good, bring this dish to table number six."

Ranzi took the food, pursed his lips, and reluctantly left.