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"Hey, none of the good things we have done for can be done quickly, because these things are too difficult and complicated. Asamo Morita raised his head and took a deep breath, looked at the stars in the sky, and sighed.

"Hay!" Kuniwa Ando paused again.

"Hey, it's so lively there, let's go over and have a look."

Asamo Morita suddenly saw a lot of people outside a shop, and when he raised his nose, he smelled the familiar smell of oden, and he couldn't help but be interested in seeing the popularity of snacks in his own country in a foreign country.

An Tengguo waved his hand without a trace, and the tourists and couples scattered not far from the two of them took a step forward as if they were strolling in the courtyard, and walked to the front store, these people were the bodyguards brought by the Morita Chaofu, the small Hong Kong waves were weird, the undercurrent was surging, and many forces were competing here, so they had to be guarded against, the two seemed to be leisurely, but in fact, they were loose on the outside and tight on the inside.

"Take a look, fragrant Hong Kong cooking, don't miss it when you pass by, don't eat Hong Kong cooking is not a hero, don't eat it once and regret it for life! ……”

The constant shouting from the store made the faces of Asaio Morita and Kunio-Ando look ugly when they walked in, is this obviously oden, and when did it become the Hong Kong cook in the Hong Kong population?

"You drop, this is obviously Yamato drop oden, how did it become Hong Kong cooking?" Kuniyu Ando angrily accused. He is most disgusted with this kind of plagiarism and theft, but he doesn't know that he has plagiarized China for thousands of years, and even the palace buildings in Tokyo are plagiarized from ancient China, and a typical thief shouts to catch a thief.

"You street guy, don't eat and get out, don't block my business, what kind of shitty oden, I'm not in Taipei haven't eaten, how can our Hong Kong cooking taste good!" The shirtless man with a green dragon tattooed on his arm pushed Ando Kuniwa, stared at him and said fiercely.

"Boss, make money with anger, make money with anger, how to sell it, let's have two copies!" His eyes signaled that Ando Kuniyu was a little restless, and Asaio Morita spoke fluent Chinese and handed out the banknotes to the shirtless man with a smile and said.

"Haole, come to Hong Kong to cook chicken and tofu skewers, double flavor and double ingredients." The shirtless man who took the banknote immediately put on a smiling face, turned around but handed out a look without a trace, and shouted loudly.

Soon, two paper cups with tofu skewers were delivered, and they were picked up by the smiling Morita Asao and the smug Ando Kuniwa.

"Shhh...... It's not really our oden, but it definitely borrows the advantages of our Yamato oden, and incorporates the strengths of Chinese and other cuisines, and the person who invented this dish must have been an accomplished chef. ”

Seeing that the bodyguard couple nodded and hinted that there was no problem after eating, Asaio Morita took a bite of tofu skewers, and he hung his tongue spicy, gasped, chewed carefully, and nodded in admiration.

"What's floating on the soup here?" Kuniwa Ando also tasted the chicken tofu skewers, looked at the various spices in the paper cup in his hand, and frowned and said suspiciously.

Spices, peppercorns, cinnamon, cloves, pepper, tangerine peel, woody fragrance, kaempfera, angelica, fennel, ginger, licorice, nutmeg, and sand kernels are all seasonings that can be tasted by the layman Ando Kuniwa for a while.

"It's really delicious...... Cough...... cough cough ......" As soon as he spoke, Asaio Morita accidentally choked the seasoning into his throat, his face turned red, and he immediately covered his throat and coughed violently.

The bodyguards who were lurking around to protect Sheng Tian Chaofu had a chill in their eyes, and protected him and An Teng Guowei without a trace, and his right hand reached into his arms almost at the same time, and the seemingly casual shirtless man quietly held a bamboo stick with his hand behind his back.

"Chao ......, are you alright?" Kuniwa Ando hurriedly stepped forward and patted Asaio Morita on the back and asked with concern.

"I didn't ...... Ahem......" Morita waved his hand to stop the bodyguards' movements, and his wheezing face turned red, but he coughed even more.

"Drink the soup and go well." The shirtless man next to him suddenly smiled.

When Morita Chaofu heard this, he hurriedly took a sip of the soup in the paper cup, but the spicy taste made him even more sad, and he sprayed it on An Tengguo's face, spraying himself with tears, but he heard the big man gloating: "You street guy, I mean that there is clear soup, who let you drink the spice soup, you deserve the spicy." ”

"Baga!" Unbearable to be teased, Ando turned his head and looked at the shirtless man with a red face.

"It's useless to call Dad, haha, it's delicious, right? I can choke on saliva, what two foodies, get out! Go outside and cough, spit everywhere, don't affect my business. The shirtless man pointed at Morita Asao and smiled gloatingly, waving his hand to drive humanity.

"Ba ......" Ando Kuniwa was about to be angry, but was pulled by the sleeve of Asamo Morita, who covered his mouth and tried his best to hold back his cough and walked outside, he couldn't make trouble with the little people in the market, they came to Hong Kong quietly, if it aroused the vigilance and attention of the local giants, it would not be good if it affected their business.

Back at the hotel, Asaio Morita still couldn't stop coughing, and after being diagnosed by the British doctor who was invited, he also said that Asaio Morita might have choked on his trachea by the spicy Hong Kong cooking seasoning because he was talking while eating, and it was fine.

Asaio Morita, who couldn't stop coughing, was old after all, and the cough gradually made him start to languish, clutching his chest and feeling abnormally painful.

Kuniwa Ando did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly contacted Soni Co., Ltd. in Tokyo, and then chartered a recent flight to send Asamo Morita back to Tokyo, hoping that a more skilled doctor in China would cure Asao Morita's cough.

Before getting on the plane, Asaio Morita, who was still coughing, took Ando's hand and told him that the Shaw family would give him full authority, and tomorrow must be implemented according to the plan.

When she was sober again, Zhao Yazhi found that her body had been cleaned up, and she was leaning softly in Lin Jianqi's arms, "You go find another woman, I really can't stand it alone, really, I won't mind!" Zhao Yazhi raised her hand weakly.

Six times a day on average, each time she was tired to the point of collapse, pain in her lower abdomen, although every time the pleasure was like a tide, but this kind of life spent most of the day in intercourse, Zhao Yazhi was really unbearable, occasionally okay, but if it was like this every day, it would be too torturous.

"You also know that I don't feel other women, I like Ah Zhi, you are like this, you are still free, you can help me choose, choose one that you can get along with! Let's go out! Lin Jianqi's face was straight, but he said with some joy in his heart, with the foundation of "also refining the brain", as long as he doesn't leak it, his golden body will not fall, and what is consumed is only his physical strength and desire, he now completely understands why Li Qingyun has 24 wives.

"How is that Ah Hong at the reception?" Zhao Yazhi asked casually.

"She's not bad, but it's not a business to get on the pole, maybe I'm too enthusiastic, scared her, and is extremely cold to me." Lin Jianqi said embarrassedly.

"Hey......" Zhao Yazhi sighed noncommittally, and she didn't know whether she was happy or worried.

Supporting Zhao Yazhi in his arms, he returned to the first-class cabin, let her drink some water, helped her on the recliner and put her on a blanket, Lin Jianqi carefully put on a blindfold for her, "Sleep, it's almost time for me to call you!" Zhao Yazhi, who was exhausted, hummed faintly, and soon let out a subtle breathing sound.

Lin Jianqi, who was more energetic, took out the notebook he carried with him and began to write again, with ghostly handwriting on it, only Lin Jianqi himself could understand what he was writing.

Clear Water Bay, Saigon, Shao Yan Leng's residence.

"Why are you provoking him?" Shao Renleng, who was leaning on the recliner with his eyes closed, frowned and complained.

"He's a hairy boy, a little talented and proud, I finally cultivated Zhao Yazhi into a wireless red card cash cow, he jumped out and carried a few axes and left! On the contrary, he made two popular movies for Golden Harvest, how can there be such a cheap thing, Yifu, you didn't see his attitude today, as if I owe him money, you should teach him a good lesson, and I don't believe that our Shaw Brothers can't clean him up! Li Menghua hugged his shoulders and said stupidly.

"Know yourself and know your opponent, know the root to know the bottom to play, do you know all his hole cards?" Shao Renleng frowned again when he heard this, and asked lightly.