Qin Lanbi's action is much more concise and clear than Zhao Zixian's. He lifted his hand lightly and wiped it sideways around his neck. Then he smiled faintly and looked at Zhao Zixian.

Of course, Zhao Zixian was not afraid of Ah Liang, but he was still taken aback when he saw Qin Lan's action.

You must know that although Zhao Zixian's force is strong now, he has never killed a person, and he has only killed chickens and ducks.

After a while, Zhao Zixian remembered one thing and said, "Kill, killer? A killer actually likes to drink yogurt? ”

Qin Lan smiled and said slowly: "Actually, I am also very strange about this matter, and this situation was not discovered by Ah Liang himself, but by me, whenever Ah Liang is extremely controllable about his emotions, I give him a bottle of yogurt, and he can slowly calm down." After speaking, he looked back at Ah Liang and said with concern: "It's like this time." ”

Zhao Zixian didn't know how to deal with this kind of warm scene. Especially between two men, if he is asked to comfort a beautiful woman, he must have ten thousand ways. If he were to comfort a big man, he wouldn't even have the slightest solution.

Fortunately, at this time, Fat Rong has returned. And he took this bottle in his hand - yogurt.

Yes, yogurt in pink packaging.

Fat Rong took this bottle of yogurt to Qin Lan and asked, "Qin, Mr. Qin, look at this bottle of yogurt, okay?" ”

Zhao Zixian really hasn't drunk yogurt, but if you think about it, you know that yogurt, yogurt, yogurt, etc., should not make much difference.

Sure enough, Qin Lan said: "Yes, it's just a little less." Let's make do with it. After speaking, I will take the yogurt to Ah Liang.

Fat Rong saw that although he didn't understand what was going on, it was better to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible, so he turned around and prepared to leave. As soon as he raised his feet, when he was about to leave, Qin Lan didn't reply and said, "Don't leave yet, I have something to say to you later." ”

Ay? What's the situation, although there is no way, but he has to do it.

Ah Liang was like a lazy cat, lying on the table, and at this time, his sunglasses had not been taken off. There are probably not many opportunities to see scenes like this in the movie. A burly bodyguard with sunglasses slowly sipping yogurt through a straw.

It's hard to say which scene is more unbearable, or rather, more unbearable for men, than horror films. Now the Lori tastes are heavier, maybe they will like this atmosphere.

But feeling awkward in his heart, Ah Liang's flushed body slowly regained his calm as he drank yogurt little by little. If Qin Lan's suppression of Ah Liang just now made Ah Liang lose his heat as quickly as a hot iron being splashed with a basin of cold water. However, the iron that has been poured cold water does not cool instantly, and the warm water vapor does not want to leave and cannot attach, and will always wrap around the iron. It's like the layer of red on Ah Liang's body.

And this bottle of yogurt made Ah Liang's body look like a piece of cold iron that had been sleeping at the bottom of the sea for many years, completely losing any heat. And it seems like it will never be able to warm up again. The real likeness of his name, Ah Liang.

After Ah Liang calmed down, Qin Lan smiled and turned to look at Fat Rong. Then put your hand in your arms and slowly pull something out.

Fat Rong was shocked, wouldn't he? I said it's not such a cheap thing, I didn't let this bodyguard mess with me just now, it was originally to let me get the yogurt, and now the yogurt is also taken, I have no use value, you have to shoot me with your own hands, right?

I saw Qin Lan slowly take out his hand, and it turned out to be the red of one hand.

If you look closely, you can see a wad of red cash in your hand!

"Here, here's 10,000 dollars." Qin Lan said: "You did a good job in this matter, this is a tip for you." ”

Happiness came too suddenly, Fat Rong looked at the 10,000 yuan, and didn't know whether to take it. said that he didn't want to take it, it must be a lie, what is the purpose of a bastard like Fat Rong? Isn't it just a word of wealth? Is not giving money for the sake of fame? But if you pick it up? This Qin Lan and his bodyguards are too weird, they have to eat hot pot early in the morning, just eat it, isn't it ready for him in his own store? Then his bodyguards came up and got angry for no reason, as if they were going to kill someone. After finishing such a big strong man, he still drinks sour yogurt. Whether you think about it with your head or your feet, these things are too unusual. He's so weird when we cook for him, and he doesn't have to be mad about taking his money.

When people like Fat Rong see money, they only weigh whether I should take it or not, and how to take it. It's like when you see a beautiful woman, you only think about whether this beauty will sleep with you.

And Zhao Zixian was shocked that Qin Lan just took it in his arms and took out 10,000 fast. Is it a full 10,000 yuan? 10,000 yuan, even if it is a bank's money detector, it will take half a day to check. This shows that the accuracy and stability of his hands are very high. It shows even more that he is definitely not a simple gourmet, and he must have a high level of force.

Since Qin Lan came to the store, he didn't talk much at the beginning, and he didn't show any expression, he just behaved very weakly, and since he started to speak, he has always been gentle and elegant, always smiling.

But at this time, seeing that Fat Rong didn't accept the 10,000 yuan, his face darkened, and he said in a low voice: "What? Don't you want the money? I said, is this a tip for you? Don't you want to look down on my money? ”

10,000 fast, you can't say it's "this little money" anywhere, Fat Rong has to take this 10,000 fast cash. This is probably the first time in his life that he has put money in his pocket to face difficulties.

The manager watched from the door in the distance, and although he was still a little scared, it was his own 10,000 fast. When he was upset, Qin Lan said something that made him even more devastated.

Qin Lan saw that Fat Rong accepted the money and said, "Okay, yes, this is the temperament of a manager." ”

This sentence not only surprised Fat Rong's heart, but also hit the manager's head like a thunderbolt.

I don't know where the courage came from, the manager walked quickly to Qin Lan and Fat Rong's side from the door, and said, "Qin, Mr. Qin, you may be mistaken, I, I am the manager of Zhao's hot pot." He's, he's just a little chef. "Of course, when I say it, I mean the fat Rong around me.

Even Zhao Zixian didn't understand this very well. It depends on what Qin Lan says.

Qin Lan smiled, as if she was not surprised at all, and said leisurely: "You? Who are you? ”

The manager was stunned for a moment, and stammered: "I, I'm Zhao's manager, the original authentic, Mr. made a mistake just now, you forgot, when you first came over, I also introduced you to hot pot." ”

"Oh-" Qin Lan suddenly realized, and then said: "It seems that there is such a thing, I can't remember it clearly, but I only remember one thing, when I called the manager to get the yogurt just now, I didn't see you, but this manager came to help me get it." ”

Hehe, Zhao Zixian laughed in his heart, it turned out that Qin Lan knew everything, and he had the intention to deliberately fix this manager.

The manager was really anxious, and hurriedly said: "First, sir, I am really the manager, I don't believe that we are the boss, you can ask him." ”

Qin Lan waved his hand impatiently: "Okay!" I don't care which of you was the manager before, I just know that I asked the manager to get the yogurt for me, and that person is the manager. What I said, your boss is here, and I'm sure he will listen carefully. ”

This is absolutely true, the manager himself also knows in his heart, Qin Lan, a famous gourmand from all over the world, a few years ago, any restaurant could invite him to taste a dish, as long as he said a good word, it means that within five years, this restaurant will definitely be full of guests every day. How many world-class hotels, estates, invite him over to taste the dishes. I can't even queue up at all. And what is a little manager by himself? If such a person says a word, the boss can make 10,000 managers like himself get out.

All blame yourself for your timidity, the manager thought, if it weren't for his timidity, he didn't dare to go over, so this 10,000 yuan is his own. Then he remembered the poisonous dragon drill he gave to Fat Rong. I secretly looked at Fat Rong, Fat Rong's face seemed to be very serious, but he compared his hand to the shape of a scissors, clicked back and forth twice, and reminded the manager not to forget the poisonous dragon drill.

At this point, the manager didn't dare to say a word more, and obediently stepped aside. Waiting for some suitable opportunity to escape, if he loses the title of manager, he will offend Fat Rong and Zhao Zixian again, it turns out that there are many employees in the hot pot restaurant who hate him, and there is no way to mix up in this restaurant.

But Zhao Zixian knew that although this manager was a bastard, he had no courage or strategy. On the premise that he doesn't reveal his identity, this manager is not afraid. But this fat Rong, seeing that he doesn't seem to have any brains now, but the courage is certain, and such a person is more troublesome.

But Qin Lan's identity is a person, although he is a small assistant cook, although he is appreciated for making hot pot well, he obviously does not have the status to casually refute other people's decisions. Zhao Zixian decided to pull the topic back again.

"Forgive me for taking the liberty of it," Zhao Zixian said respectfully, "I want to ask about Mr. Qin, about your loss of taste." ”

As soon as these words came out, Qin Lan didn't say anything, Ah Liang, who had been obedient after drinking yogurt, suddenly stood up, staring at Zhao Zixian with both eyes, although there was no anger, but this straight look also made Zhao Zixian feel a little uncomfortable.

Ah Liang said coldly: "If you dare to say this word again, I will ask you to ......"

Zhao Zixian continued calmly: "No matter what you want to do with me, if I want to ask about Mr. Qin's loss of taste," Saying this, Ah Liang slashed at Zhao Zixian's shoulder with a knife. And Zhao Zixian didn't have the slightest fear or a posture of resistance, and still said with an unchanged face: "Because, I may have a way to restore Mr. Qin's sense of taste." ”

The hand knife had almost reached Zhao Zixian's shoulder, and it stopped in an instant without the slightest shaking. Ah Liang may not be Zhao Zixian's opponent, but such a degree of stability has an absolute advantage in front of ordinary powerhouses, which makes sense why Ah Liang's temper is straightforward, never considering the strength of others, and a posture as if he can win in front of anyone.

"What did you say?" Ah Liang's voice obviously became excited, "Boy, don't talk nonsense, you said you can restore Mr. Qin's sense of taste, right?" As he spoke, Ah Liang's hands involuntarily clamped Zhao Zixian's shoulders like iron tongs.

"I mean—" Zhao Zixian dragged out his voice and said word by word, "I may have a way." When he spoke, he deliberately pronounced the word "maybe" very heavily, and with a flick of his hand lightly, he brushed off Ah Liang's hands like iron tongs.

If it were in normal times, Ah Liang would definitely find that the person who could unload the power of his hands so easily was absolutely extraordinary. But at this time, he was too excited, and even the power when he grabbed Zhao Zixian was not controlled by himself, so he didn't realize Zhao Zixian's power.

However, for Ah Liang, it is much better to have hope than no hope at all. Although this hope came from an eighteen-year-old boy.

And the most critical person, Qin Lan, heard that it was possible to restore his sense of taste, and there was no look of joy on his face, and his expression was indifferent, as if what Ah Liang said to Zhao Zixian had nothing to do with him at all.

From a celebrity with unlimited scenery in the world, to a middle-aged man who is penniless. Although it is not down, the money is enough to enjoy yourself for a few lifetimes. But for a person like Qin Lan, the honor he wants can never be bought by money. A young man like the manager and Fat Rong didn't even know who he was, and there was nothing more painful for him than this kind of thing. But the ups and downs, and the fact that I have experienced so much in my life, have long worn out the hope of recovering my sense of taste.

It is precisely because of his unusual ability to appreciate food that he is hated by bad people that he loses his sense of taste. Not only is it impossible to be a foodie. Even if you want to be an ordinary person and be able to enjoy food with ordinary people, there is no way to do such a simple request. Qin Lan even sometimes thought that if he didn't have this ability, if he was just an ordinary person, then he wouldn't be retaliated against by the gangsters, and at least he could enjoy the delicious food at any time.