His hands kept scratching on his body, scratching out shocking blood marks, and at this time, no matter how stupid he was, Jun Xiaoxie also realized a very cruel reality.

I was yin.

Raising his head, Jun Xiaoxie's eyes flashed with a light similar to that of a desperate beast, injured, ruthless, if his eyes were knives, he couldn't wait to cut the smiling young man not far away.

"You follow ...... Father...... Trick ......"

"That's right." Wang Zhong nodded as a matter of course, and said slowly, "That's why I told you at the beginning that it was a gamble, not a fair fight." ”

"You ......"

Jun Xiaoye squeezed out a word from between his teeth, and he couldn't speak anymore. Like a live shrimp thrown in boiling water, it jumped on the ground, using pain to suppress the ubiquitous itch.

This kind of taste is even worse than killing him.

Wang Zhong looked at him quietly, he didn't mean to kill him, and of course he didn't want to save him.

Everyone has to pay for what they do.

No matter what Jun Xiaoxie's reason is, if he instructs those women to bully Tang Caiwei, he must pay the price.

"Remember, your life is mine now. Of course, if you want to break the contract, that's fine. With a word, Wang Zhong walked straight out of the door.

There were quite a few people standing outside the door.

Huang Xuan and Yi Ya were talking to each other, their faces were quite calm, but the two old men were throwing more than a dozen cigarette butts at their feet, obviously their hearts were not very calm.

Tang Caiwei stood dumbfounded, looking distraught.

On the other side, several women who are the culprits are like young ladies who have been arrested for providing special services, huddled in the corner, anxiously waiting for their final fate.

With a squeak, everyone came back to their senses from their respective worlds.

The eyes of the two old men lit up, and Tang Caiwei had already stood up in a hurry and hurriedly ran over.

Wang Zhong patted her head with a smile, spread his hands, and showed a very relaxed smile, "Fortunately, I won." ”

"That's good." The two old men looked at each other and smiled.

Brother Xiao Ma entered the door with two security guards with a very eye-catching eye, and after a while, he brought out Jun Xiaoxie, who was covered in blood.

His tragic condition is simply unbearable to look at.

Figuratively speaking, it is like a snow-white picture scroll, full of graffiti painted with a vermilion brush, and if a person with dense phobia sees this scene, he will definitely get goosebumps all over his body.

Yi Ya's pupils shrank slightly, and he waved his hand, "I'm not dead yet, carry it down." ”

Then the group walked away, leaving six women at a loss.

"Sister Zhenzhen, what should we do?" A younger woman asked in a whisper, her slightly coquettish face full of timidity.

"Huh...... What else can I do? Find an honest man to marry, anyway, the old lady has had enough fun over the years. ”

……

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Wang Zhonggang and Tang Caiwei talked for a while when they heard a knock on the door.

It's a very beautiful little girl.

Wang Zhong had seen her before, and although he hadn't spoken directly, he probably knew that this was the granddaughter of the kitchen god.

"My grandfather told you to go to the kitchen." Yi Wanwan said crisply, his voice was not sweet, a little ethereal, and his tone was relatively distant.

Wang Zhong heard her speak for the first time, a little throbbing slightly, not that the beast was interested in an underage girl, but I just felt that her very unique and highly differentiated voice, if she went to sing, she didn't dare to say that it was popular, but it would definitely attract many loyal fans.

"My grandfather also said, you go alone." Yi Wanxuan added again, regardless of Wang Zhong's reaction, bypassing him and entering the door.

Entering the door, she was polite and polite a second ago, but suddenly became a cheerful and enthusiastic little master, first smiled at Tang Caiwei, and said sweetly, "Sister Caiwei, my name is Yi Wanxuan, and I am your loyal fan." ”

Glancing back, Wang Zhong touched his chin and walked leisurely towards the kitchen.

I asked for directions several times along the way, and finally found a place, just arrived at the door, and when I looked up, I saw a simple and heavy plaque.

There are seven words written on it: Beauty is boiled in a pot.

Wang Zhong was dumbfounded, and after a while, a big smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth, if nothing else, this sentence must be the old man's handwriting.

Except for his old man, no one else can write such a charming plaque.

As soon as he entered the door, his nose twitched twice, and Wang Zhong felt his saliva flow. Taking a deep breath, a strange fragrance came to me, and my stomach couldn't help but growl twice.

In this small kitchen, there is a square table in the middle, on which a bronze basin is steaming, and two jugs of wine are warm.

Huang Xuan sat upright on the bench like a well-behaved elementary school student, his eyes staring at the stove.

The kitchen god Yi Ya is dressed in a white coat, but it is slightly different from ordinary chefs, and there are a few gold silk embroidered moire on the kitchen robe, which looks very exquisite, like a heavenly master who goes to the altar.

He was holding a shovel in his hand, and he was rolling up and down in the pot, the speed was so fast that it almost produced a phantom, and the shiny shovel surface collided with the iron pot, but there was no sound, as if it was a profound martial art.

Hush......

Huang Xuan cautiously pointed up.

Wang Zhong was stunned for a moment, walked over lightly, raised his head and glanced at it, wondering what was made in this pot, which was even more tempting than the full table of Han people.

At this glance, Wang Zhong's eyes were stunned.

Crystal rice, golden eggs, simple single pot egg fried rice.

"Amazing skills...... these four words subconsciously appeared in his mind, and Wang Zhong was also like a primary school student, sitting upright on the small bench.

There was a hint of pious expectation in my heart.

After about five or six minutes, the kitchen god stopped turning the shovel, quickly turned off the fire, slipped in a few drops of balsamic vinegar, grabbed the wok, rolled up and down a few times, and the shovel pulled in the air, and the full pot of rice jumped evenly into the three celadon bowls that had been prepared.

As soon as the rice was put into the bowl, Huang Xuan couldn't wait to jump up from the stool, as if he had been hungry for decades, carefully holding a bowl in his hand, and laughing so hard that his eyes were smiling.

"Virtue!" With a proud smile on his face, Yi Ya nodded towards Wang Zhong and picked up a bowl of rice, "Little junior brother, eat." ”

As soon as Wang Zhong stood up, the kitchen door was suddenly pushed open, and a gust of wind rushed in.

Yi Ya frowned, and just wanted to get angry, when he saw the figure who entered the door, he froze as if he had been hit by the fixation method, and as soon as he gave it away, the bowl fell straight down.

Seeing this scene, Wang Zhonggang wanted to move, but he came first with one hand, grabbed a bowl of rice in his hand, sniffed deeply, and was intoxicated.

Yi Ya slammed his knees down, and the old tears were rampant.

Huang Xuan put down the bowl and stood up, his eyes were also a little red.

Wang Zhong looked at the clouds and fog, and he couldn't figure it out.

Isn't it just a bowl of rice, why are you still kneeling?

"I'll talk about Chen Guzi's rotten sesame seeds later, let the old man feast first." Old man Huang waved his hand, stretched out his hand, and a pair of chopsticks on the table jumped into his hand as if he had a spirit.

After eating a bowl of rice, Old Man Huang patted his stomach with satisfaction, picked up a wine jug, and took a long sip.

Smash it, smash it, smash it, his eyebrows danced, and he smiled like a flower.

"Yes, being able to eat this bowl of fragrant rice is worth it in this life."

"Master!" Yi Ya screamed slowly, and the emotions that had accumulated for many years were all immersed in these two short words, which made people feel sad.

Old man Huang helped him up and pouted, "Sit, it's all up to me what I do." ”

Wang Zhong's lips moved and he sat down.

"Decades ago, I took in an apprentice, I wanted to teach him what I had learned, but I didn't expect that this kid didn't take the right path, but he was obsessed with cooking, and in a fit of rage, the old man expelled him from the school and never saw him again."

After taking another sip of wine, Old Man Huang sighed and said, "I can't imagine that you can really make this bowl of fragrant rice." ”

Yi Ya's face was full of shame, "The disciple is stupid, it took ten years to study the eight major cuisines, and after learning well, it took nearly ten years to barely fry a bowl of rice." ”

Old man Huang laughed, stretched out a hand and patted Wang Zhong lightly on the shoulder.

Give it a touch.

Wang Zhong's body shook violently.

I seemed to understand something in my heart, but I couldn't figure it out for a while.

But this scene was firmly in his heart.

"Wang Zhong, I basically taught you everything that should be taught to you. Tomorrow I will send you to school, remember, I have only one request, to come back alive. Old man Huang suddenly said out of nowhere.

Wang Zhong was dumbfounded.

Didn't you go to school, and you didn't go to war, why did you ask to come back alive?

Hearing this, Huang Xuan and Yi Ya's faces changed, and when they looked at Wang Zhong, they couldn't help but have a little more complicated meaning.

It seems to be envy, and it seems to be pity.