A few new green bamboos were planted outside the house, and the leaves had just recovered from their dead air.

When Wang Qi saw those green bamboos, in his mind, he immediately shook out Yang Ruo's small figure, busy here and picking bamboos.

She must have had an excited, contented smile on her face. And her sweat is indeed with a faint fragrance.

Yang Ruo is not very tall, not a big person, but he looks old-fashioned when he starts doing things.

This is also where Wang Qi first paid attention to and was attracted to her.

Until I had contact with her once or twice, in the end, I planted a poison called Yang Ruo, and I couldn't extricate myself anymore.

He knocked on the door first, but Yang Ruo did not respond.

In fact, he knew she was inside.

Keep knocking, continue to have no response.

So he came out, and he never tired of deceit.

After the successful kiss, Wang Qi's inner happiness was beyond words.

The girl's lips are soft and soft, and there is even a nice smell. Let him feel like he has been poisoned, and he wants to keep asking for more and more.

In the end, if it weren't for Yang Ruo's breathing that was almost bad when he kissed him, he really didn't want to let go.

After letting go of her, he didn't even dare to stay here for a moment, for fear that Yang Ruo would get mad. So he chose to dodge it directly.

But after he heard Yang Ruo's roar behind him, the happiness in his heart was indeed full of spread.

He suddenly felt that this moment was the happiest in his life. At this time, he really wanted to turn around again, hold the petite her tightly in his arms, and love her over and over again.

Good visitor, because of Yang Ruo's appearance, it was like a gust of fresh wind blowing into everyone's hearts, and everyone was very fresh about Yang Ruo's endless cauliflower patterns and strange tastes.

Therefore, their business is not only not deserted, but is more hot than before, and there is a faint tendency to exceed the taste.

Fortunately, Yang Ruo had the foresight to let Steward Zhao issue a rule, that is, she only cooks three tables of dishes a day, and other people can queue up if they want to eat. I don't want to, in this way, the scarce is expensive, and the more rare it is, the better. Their business here is better than before.

When Yang Ruo is empty, he will also think about new dishes, and while thinking, he will make notes, and when he is free, he will try it.

It's just that it's always crowded here, and it's not as good as the small kitchen over there.

In fact, Yang Ruo already wanted to go over there and get a kitchen for himself alone.

However, Zhao Chengzhi didn't come back, and she couldn't speak.

Yang Ruo was empty, but Meng Shu was busier than before.

And since Meng Shu was called by Wang Xin last time to give a lecture, he seems to have become more silent.

Looking at Yang Ruo's gaze, there was always an unknown meaning, which also made Yang Ruo feel more and more hairy.

In short, she adheres to the principle that if this person touches by mistake, it is better not to deal with it, and it is better not to deal with it.

Meng Shu seemed to be trying his best to cook in order to compete with Yang Ruo.

Yang Ruo cooks three tables a day, he cooks six tables a day, and he also started to cook some dishes that didn't require him to do it before.

The other people who were engaged in it were all inexplicable, and they thought that Meng Shu had to think of some tricks and prepare to rectify the person.

But this time, Meng Shu didn't, he made some moths, he just worked hard to cook.

Yang Ruo looked at it coldly, don't think about it, it probably has something to do with herself.

But she is also a little helpless, if Meng Shu can't get over the hurdle of his own demons, his cooking career can only stop there.

There is no love in a person's heart, no great heart. Narrow-minded people can't achieve much in cooking.

Only the dishes made with heart and love are the most delicious.

In fact, Yang Ruo really wanted to talk to himself, the so-called senior brother of the listing, when he was free.

But Meng Shu's appearance of not approaching people made Yang Ruo a little afraid.

That's why she temporarily dispelled this idea and watched as she walked.

Such a high-pressure and tense life has passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Meng Shu finally had an accident.

At this time, it was noon, and it was also the busiest time for good visitors, Yang Ruo had prepared the first table of meals today and was resting.

Meng Shu was busy taking orders there, as if a group of big customers had come. The dishes ordered are more tricky.

Steward Zhao originally wanted to push it away, but Meng Shu took the initiative to take it.

"I'll do it, put the menu away."

In fact, according to their general practice of good guests, if the dish ordered by the guest is not on the menu, they have a reason to refuse.

However, today's Meng Shu is indeed abnormal, and he actually accepted this order.

After being busy for nearly an hour, the dishes were finally served one after another, and Meng Shu was very happy.

He felt like he played well today, at least, beyond his usual level.

"Where's the boss, bring your boss and the chef here?" I only heard a very loud shout from the hall.

Then I heard several people slapping the table with their hands and scolding.

Wang Qi happened to be not in the store, and several other nurses stood aside tremblingly, but none of them dared to come forward to talk to them.

Ah Lai was in the back hall, and after hearing the noise in front, he hurried over.

Unexpectedly, the moment he entered the door, he was almost hit by a flying saucer.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and dodged in time. But he saw the saucer that flew over, brushed his ears, hit the wall, fell to the ground with a "bang", and was directly knocked to pieces.

The guest who threw the plate glanced deeply at Ah Ah and did not speak.

Ah Lai hurriedly stepped forward with a smile.

"These big brothers, may I ask what is going on here, what is the problem, please say it well, why do you need to smash dishes and throw things."

"You kid, how old are you, call your boss and the cook. Could it be that you are using the sign of a famous restaurant to let us eat such pig food? ”

I saw one of them, and the voice just fell. With a "snap", he put one foot on the table.

The leg of the table made a "crackling" sound, and it actually cracked.

When the others saw him show his hand, and saw a knife hilt faintly peeking out of their waists, they immediately knew that these people were of unknown origin.

I'm afraid it's a murderer.

The murderer is actually their dialect here in Xijing. Translated, it is the people who run the rivers and lakes, but these people are a little different from the ordinary people who run the rivers and lakes.

I'm afraid that there is my own gang, or there is another mysterious identity.

They were all dressed in the same way, except for one of the very young men, dressed in a black brocade robe, but with a hat on his head, and his face was not very clear, but he sat in the middle of the table.

The others were all dressed in the same way, all in gray short suits, and the lower body was half-used military pants.