The young man on the locomotive was secretly surprised.

Even he, as one of the owners here, didn't know that there were two hidden monitors in the kitchen, how did this young man named Wang Peng know?

Was he really sent by the adversary?

"Okay, wait a few minutes, the soup will be ready!" Wang Peng said.

When the guards went out, Wang Peng had already started, and there was a sound of "ding ding dong dong", and the young man on the locomotive had not come back to his senses, Wang Peng had already finished everything and began to cook crucian carp meat.

Chopping all kinds of ingredients into pieces, adding ingredients, stirring, and adding half a bowl of vinegar, Wang Peng skillfully completed all this.

"Done!"

Pouring the soup into a stainless steel pot, Wang Peng clapped his hands and said.

"That's it?"

The young man on the motorcycle still wanted to see how Wang Peng operated, but Wang Peng's hand speed was so fast that he only left an afterimage in his eyes, and then Wang Peng told him that it was all over.

"Or else?"

Wang Peng asked rhetorically, adding all the remaining ingredients to boiling water, stirring and pouring them out.

The young man on the motorcycle said: "What a pity to throw them away like this!"

"It's a pity, if you don't get rid of it, will you steal the teacher? Then I will really regret it! Besides, there is such a big pot, enough to drink ten times. Wang Peng pretended to be a villain and said.

There is a reason why he does so much, anyway, the other party will definitely ask him to provide a few samples afterwards, so he simply does it once and for all.

And he knew in his heart that the more mysterious he was, the more the other party would worship him after seeing the effect, and he was indeed afraid that the other party would steal learning.

"Why are you still stunned, hurry up and bring it over! You don't miss your father, just so painfully killed, right?" Seeing the young man of the locomotive stupid pestle there, Wang Peng couldn't help but urge.

"Oh!" the young man on the locomotive reacted, and then asked, "Just bring it to the cauldron." ”

Wang Peng looked at the other party speechlessly, rolled his eyes for a while, and then said: "Are you stupid, you can find a smaller bowl!

"Don't insult me!" the young man on the locomotive quit.

Wang Peng said funny: "Okay, okay, I don't insult your IQ, you hurry up, Mr. Zhao has been suffering from illness all the year round, and his body's resistance is not comparable to that of people of the same age. ”

"Let's go!"

The young man on the motorcycle took out a milk pot, poured about half a bowl into it, and then took the lead and rushed out, followed by Wang Peng.

As soon as the two of them returned to the second floor, they saw several people standing outside the door.

There are old professors Shi, Zeng Jian, Wen Lang, and young men in suits, I don't know what they are discussing.

Zeng Jian gave Wang Peng a look, and the young man in the suit glanced at the two of them, and then asked Professor Shi Lao intentionally:

"Elder Shi, how serious is my father's condition? and Uncle Wen, can you make sure that when you meet the ambulance, you can get to the hospital all the way unhindered?"

Wang Peng knew that the other party was helping them and attracting attention, so he hurriedly pulled the young man on the locomotive, and the two hurriedly got into the room.

Mr. Zhao was still crying out in pain, except that his voice was more hoarse, and he seemed to be a little uninvited.

"Professor Hu, what is the current situation of Mr. Zhao?" Wang Peng asked, Professor Hu, who was still staying by Mr. Zhao's side, as for the father and son of the Qi family who were standing not far away, he completely ignored it and didn't even look at it.

Professor Hu shook his head, looked at Mr. Zhao who was fixed on the hospital bed, sighed and said, "Alas, I have already had two injections, but the pain-relieving effect is not obvious, and now my consciousness seems to be blurring." ”

"We brought analgesic soup, ......you see," Wang Peng said.

Professor Hu waved his hand and said, "Then what are you hesitating about, hurry up and give him a dose, and suppress the symptoms with the most intense reaction first." ”

"Professor Hu, is this medicinal soup really that magical, and it really won't have any adverse effects on my father's body?"

The young man on the locomotive did not do so immediately, but asked worriedly.

Wang Peng really convinced the family.

If you don't believe it, then why did you come to Songnan City? Why did you take him to make soup just now?

However, Wang Peng also knew that the other party was not completely unconvinced, and he must have seen or heard of the effect of the medicinal soup, otherwise the brothers would not have worked together to assist him intentionally or unintentionally.

But this powerful family, how much, deep-rooted persecution paranoia, is really anytime, anywhere, and it can happen anytime and anywhere, without delay at all.

"Eh~" shouted the young man on the locomotive.

It turned out that Wang Peng snatched the bowl of medicinal soup from the young man of the locomotive, put it to his mouth, and poured two mouthfuls of "Gurr".

He simply came to try the medicine himself.

Fortunately, the bowl mouth is large and the heat dissipation is fast, otherwise he is afraid that he will be burned with this way of drinking.

"Eh, don't drink so much, my dad won't be enough. The young man on the locomotive complained that Wang Peng's two were too big.

Out of Wang Peng's trust, Professor Hu did not hesitate, and also took a bowl from Wang Peng, and also took a bite in front of the young man on the locomotive.

"Now, I'll show you something again. Wang Peng took out two passbooks from the bag he was carrying, and spread them out to the young man on the locomotive.

It was the passbook that was supposed to go to the bank to deal with, and it was also the passbook that was taken out to make a lottery head, but today it has been entangled in everything, and there is no time to deal with it at all.

So I took it with me.

In order to prove that he Wang Peng did not have any harmful intentions, after trying the medicinal soup, he simply took out his passbook and proved with his own financial resources that he had no desire to peep at the Zhao family.

"I'm going, why is there so much money? Is it yours?" The young man on the motorcycle was obviously frightened by the amount above, one was eighty million, one was more, there was a whole hundred million.

The young man on the motorcycle couldn't believe it, this was more than his money, but he was envious.

Don't look at him growing up in a powerful family, but since he was a child, his pocket money is not as good as Wang Peng, and if he wants to buy a car with his eldest brother, he has to take his mother's roundabout route.

Of course, if the Zhao family is strengthened, then Wang Peng is far from enough, but the young man of the locomotive can't use it.

Taking the passbook back, Wang Peng said: "If all this is still unclear, then I have no other way but to say that I can't help!"

"Uh...... How do I know if your passbook is fake? How do I know if the ingredients you use to make the soup will have any poisonous effect on each other, and how do I know that you are not risking your life for the greater good?"

The young man of the locomotive asked three questions in a row, saying that it was a problem, but it was not so much his concern.

Alas, this brain hole is so open, it is almost said that Wang Peng is the kind of doorman in ancient times who has the heart of death.

In the face of such a cute and upright motorcycle young boy, Wang Peng couldn't smile bitterly!

(End of chapter)