Evil Master

Until the liquid in the bathtub turned crimson red, Duan Hong jumped out of the tub and wore his T-shirt and jeans again, while wearing his canvas monastic shoes.

She felt hungry and had finished digesting the three taels of rice she had for dinner. After earning some money, she relaxed.

When he opened the door, he found Yan Xiaowen, the driver, respectfully standing at the side.

"Boss Duan, my boss is treating you to a midnight snack."

Lao Liu looked to be a little old with a little white hair at his temples. He was dressed in a neat black middle mountain attire and his hands were tucked into his sleeves.

Duan Hong grinned, revealing a row of spotlessly white teeth. Adding to his wheat colored skin, he looked as bright and white as a seashell gem.

The old fellow did not treat it as a free meal, since his money was taken from him through exploitation. Thus, it was used as spending money on behalf of the people.

< p > "Alright, let's go."

Duan Hong followed Lao Liu to the hall. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that Lao Liu did not make any sound when he walked.

Duan Hong was slightly surprised. The canvas monastic robe he was wearing made clattering noises when walking on the marble floor, but Lao Liu's hard leather shoes were even softer than his voice.

It seemed like this Lao Liu was not simple either. His footsteps were light and graceful, and his arms were long and slender.

Duan Hong thought again: Yan Xiaowen, a big boss, doesn't have any bodyguards?

It seemed that he trusted Lao Liu quite a bit.

When the two of them arrived at the private room, Duan Hong saw that the words "Fragrant Spring Pavilion" were written on the door in large gold letters. Walking in, Duan Hong discovered that the table was filled with a variety of dishes: Stewed Lion's Head with Crab Powder, Jin'ling Pills, White Juice Round Cuisine, Stewed Chicken with Yellow Mud, Jin'ling Duck, Blue Conch Shrimp, Honey Sauce Fire Cuisine, and a variety of Su Cuisines.

Behind him stood a few young ladies of the prime of their youth. They were dressed in qipao; they were truly beautiful.

< p > "Senior brother!" "You came. If it wasn't for Old Man Yan guarding me, I would have already eaten all of it. I said that I would wait for you."

Shen Huo immediately moved the seat over for Duan Hong.

Yan Xiaowen said to the driver, "Lao Liu, sit down and eat together with us."

< p > "Yes, boss."

Lao Liu leaned against Yan Xiaowen and sat down.

"Hehe, Brother Duan, I have specially asked Aunt Su's Golden Chef, Jiang Bo Fang, to prepare this table of Su Yuan dishes. I don't know if it's to your liking."

"Boss Yan is too polite, when humans are hungry they don't choose to eat. With this much delicious food, how can it not be appetizing?"

< p > "I like this name the most."

He grabbed the stewed chicken with yellow mud from the table and peeled off the lotus leaves to eat.

< p > "Hey —"

Yan Xiaowen frowned as he looked at the Comprehension fever, this person was truly useless, he probably had not eaten anything delicious at Ku Chan Temple, but his experience was not bad, and actually knew the Flower Chicken.

Pah pah pah, is this something a human should eat?

He spat out the chicken in his mouth as if he wasn't eating the chicken, but rather the Coptis chinensis.

< p > "Hm?"

Yan Xiaowen watched carefully and thought: Could it be that Chef Jiang did something bad?

He picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of chicken where he could not feel the heat, stuffed it into his mouth, and carefully chewed it.

It was fragrant, but not greasy. The fragrance of the lotus leaves was mixed in the middle, making it seem like a real chicken.

Duan Hong also tasted it, he felt that the temperature was more or less the same and that it tasted like chewing wax, but he swallowed it back anyway. He did not like to waste it and said: "Calling for a chicken is the right choice, but the raw materials used are not good."

< p > "Oh?" Brother Duan has also studied recipes? I think it's not bad. "

Yan Xiaowen also didn't lie, and said very seriously. He was treating someone who could bring him an enormous wealth, and it was impossible to treat someone as inferior.

Duan Hong instantly understood.

At that time, he had just followed his' grandfather 'to the Ku Chan Temple, and as he waited outside while comprehending the situation, he suddenly smelled a strange fragrance.

At that time, when he was clear of the situation and kept sighing, Duan Hong asked curiously, before telling Duan Hong that it was made by a monk. Only after eating the chicken that he made, did he not have the ability to eat any other chicken, because what others had done was just like rotten chaff.

Duan Hong laughed bitterly. In these four years, he had basically not eaten anything outside, and unknowingly, the Eater Sect Master KU Cao had already raised him up.

This is called a flower chicken. It originally used three yellow hens made specially out of Yushan, but in reality, it used ordinary grass chickens. Naturally, it lacked the fat and tender appearance of a Three-yellow chicken." However, it's not bad for a beggar to do this. After all, not many people are interested in cooking right now.

Duan Hong said confidently.

Yan Xiaowen stared at him as if he was looking at a monster, and pointed at the crab powder and lion's head: "Brother Duan, how about you take a look at this?"

"One of the famous dishes in Yangzhou, which is called Crab Crab Meat and Lion Head."

Duan Hong picked one up with his chopsticks and tasted it, then shook his head: "Crab powder is still alright, the vegetables are rotten, and the fragrance of the lion's head is too strong. "I presume the ratio of the streaky pork is a bit worse, but it can still be considered a high-grade dish. The culinary skills of the chef is quite decent."

Yan Xiaowen felt like he was going to vomit blood. The reason Golden Chef Jiang Bo Fang had the title of Golden Chef was because he had once participated in a state banquet in the capital city.

Many foreign presidents had eaten his dishes before, and they gave him great praise with their thumbs up. Making him cook a table of dishes wasn't for free, but for exchanging them with ancient recipes.

Yan Xiaowen received a huge blow. What kind of monk was this?

Duan Hong was, after all, very hungry. Although it was a good taste, the food was good enough for him to eat until he was full.

"Boss Yan, I will be returning to the sea tomorrow. Thank you for your hospitality."

Yan Xiaowen nodded, and said: "Alright, alright, the sea is thousands of miles away from my aunt. It's too tiring to take the train, why not take my extended Lincoln."

< p > "No need."

< p > "Alright!"

The one who said that there was no need for it was Duan Hong, as promised, it was heat of comprehension.

Duan Hong did not want to trouble others. His enlightenment was the complete opposite, he had taken advantage of the fact that he did not die, and had taken all the advantages in the world.

Duan Hong looked at him coldly, before picking up the silver spoon on the table.

It means to poke you now, believe it or not.

No need, no need," he replied with a dry laugh.

How could Yan Xiaowen not see through it? He said: "Brother Duan, you are acting like a stranger now. You and I have met at first sight, and we have both gone to the battlefield, you can say that we are brothers who have gone through life and death situations."

Duan Hong laughed a few times, and said: "Junior Brother and I are poverty-stricken monks, unlike the mainstream monks, let alone taking a carriage, we can even marry a wife."

Senior Brother, I'm already twenty-six this year, and I'm still a boy." Touching a girl's hand must be done using a low-class strategy, like using the palm sign. Just treat it as helping me, letting me drive a car and pull it a few times, can I get a girl to make a girlfriend? My good senior brother —

Duan Hong felt goosebumps all over his body. An old man acting coquettishly?

Shameless.

But look at his pitiful appearance.

If it wasn't for him four years ago, he probably wouldn't have been so happy in Ku Chan Temple, so just agree to it this time.

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