Fang Yu imagined various scenes of meeting Master Huang on the road, and silently prepared several sets of rhetoric in his heart to deal with it. But I definitely didn't expect that after the meeting, Master Huang's first sentence was actually this. Fang Yu didn't know how to answer. For a while, the scene was a little cold.

Without waiting for Master Huang to ask again, a short and stout young man standing on the right side stood up and asked domineeringly:

"Fang Yu, why don't you speak. Do you know who's asking you? If you know something, say it quickly. ”

Fang Yu frowned, but he didn't have an immediate seizure, he just asked lightly, "I heard that Master Huang wanted to see me today, so I came right away." What Master Huang wants to know, I naturally know everything. I just don't know which one you are. "The implication is that Master Huang is asking me, how old are you, what are you talking about.

The short and sturdy young man was blocked by Fang Yu's words, and he didn't know how to answer, and his face was flushed. At this time, the tall and fat young man standing beside him also stood up to help:

"Fang Yu, right, I've heard Chang Xiude talk about you before, and when I saw it today, it was really sharp-toothed. Don't think that winning someone with a novel recipe or two will throw your tail up in the sky. Your little skill is not enough to see in the realm of Shudu. Young people, it's better to be modest. ”

Fang Yu couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, how old are you, and you still call me a young man.

The tall and fat young man wanted to continue to teach Fang Yu a lesson, but the middle-aged man standing beside the old man found that the old man's face was unswerving, and he hurriedly stopped him:

"Chang Yuan, Wenxiu, your teacher is asking questions fairly, don't interject."

Hearing this, the two young men could only stand aside, and the sturdy young man glared at Fang Yu fiercely. And Zhao Lei stood behind the middle-aged man, although he didn't say a word, his face was a little strange, and he looked a little angry and a little annoyed.

Fang Yu knew in his heart that these two must be good friends with Chang Xiude and the disciples of the Yellow Sect, and it is estimated that they were the ones who instigated Zhao Lei to find trouble last time.

Fang Yu ignored the two guys, and bowed to the old man without being humble or arrogant, "Boy Fang Yu has seen Master Huang, I wish you good health and a long life." ”

The old man saw that Fang Yu was very respectful, quite ancient, nodded and smiled, "Hehe, young man, don't be polite, sit down." Zhenqiang, you also sit. Yuping, look at the tea. ”

Fang Yu thanked the old man again, and sat generously on the guest seat on the right side with Liu Zhenqiang, and the two young men stood next to them, as if they were followers. The short young man wanted to say something again, but the tall and fat one pulled his sleeve and held back.

After Fang Yu sat down, the old man said again: "Comrade Xiao Fang, I'm really embarrassed to call you over so far today, it's hard work. Fang Yu hurriedly said that he didn't dare.

The old man continued: "I heard Xiao Lei talk about you a while ago, and I was very curious, so I asked my apprentices to check on your situation. Oh, don't mind, there's nothing malicious, I just thought you were a disciple of one of my old friends who quietly accepted it, and I want to find out. ”

As soon as Fang Yu came in, he was asked "Fang Yongan", and he guessed that Huangmen must have asked someone to check him, and he was a little unhappy in his heart. But the old man said it so calmly that Fang Yu didn't care about anything anymore.

"Master Huang, you may be a little misunderstood, I only learned cooking skills after I came to Shudu, and I didn't know anything about the catering industry before."

"Oh..." the old man glanced at Liu Zhenqiang, and Liu Zhenqiang nodded.

The old man stroked his beard, and then asked, "I heard them say that your property was given to you by Fang Yongan, but is it true?" ”

Fang Yu thought to himself, this Yellow Gate is really powerful in Shudu, this has been checked, then I will say it directly.

"Yes, the original owner of this small building is indeed Fang Yongan."

The old man asked with some excitement, "Have you seen Mr. Yongan recently?" ”

Fang Yu was surprised by the old man's attitude, but he still told the truth: "No, he entrusted a lawyer to handle the transfer procedures." ”

The old man was a little disappointed, and asked unwillingly: "Then who are you from Mr. Yong'an?" ”

Fang Yu thought about it, he didn't have anything to hide about his own affairs, so he just made it clear directly.

"Master Huang, I was injured when I was ten years old, and many of my previous memories have become blurry, and I can't even remember what my parents looked like. All I know is that I haven't met anyone named Fang Yongan since I was ten years old. However, my father's name happens to be Yongping, so I'm not sure about the relationship between this Mr. Yongan and my father. ”

The old man pondered for a moment, and then asked, "I heard Xiao Lei say that you can make clear soup?" ”

Fang Yuxin said, I knew that I would definitely ask this, and then I would definitely ask who taught it. I can't infer that I realized the skill of making clear soup, and no one believes it. But I have to tell the truth, this ability is taught by the gods and men (god chopsticks) in dreams, and no one believes it. This ancient legendary novel is used badly, and we modern people have no words.

There was no way, Fang Yu had to pretend to be stupid.

"Ah, clear soup, what clear soup?"

The short and sturdy young man jumped out and interjected: "It's the bowl of noodles that you defeated Zhao Lei." ”

Fang Yu continued to pretend to be stupid: "Oh, what I made that day was dandan noodles, not clear soup noodles, Zhao Lei can testify." ”

Everyone's eyes looked at Zhao Lei, and Zhao Lei reluctantly said, "Fang... Mr. Fang, the dandan noodles you made that day were wide soup, and that soup should be the legendary clear soup. ”

Fang Yu suddenly realized: "Oh... You're talking about the soup stock with the sauce, nothing special, it's the same as the chicken soup you use. ”

Zhao Lei rolled his eyes, your acting skills are too exaggerated.

The tall and fat young man stood up again and brushed his sense of existence:

"Fang Yu, don't pretend to be stupid, I've seen a lot of people like you. If you have a little ability, you will cling to it, for fear that others will learn it. We have a lot of strange skills in the Yellow Gate, and we won't care about your little thing. The master will say whatever he asks you, and I will pass you on as compensation after a while. ”

Fang Yu couldn't laugh or cry when he heard it, to be honest, don't you believe it?

Seeing that Fang Yu was reluctant to answer, the old man smiled slightly, not disagreeing.

The middle-aged man beside the old man took the initiative to break the deadlock: "Teacher, I prepared a small point in advance to entertain Zhenqiang and Xiaofang, you think you can go on now, right?" ”

The old man glanced at the middle-aged man, didn't speak, just nodded.

The middle-aged man waved at Chen Yuping, who was standing at the door, and Chen Yuping turned around and went out.

The old man pondered for a moment, then turned his head to Fang Yu and said, "Xiao Fang, I am very happy that you are willing to come all the way to see me, an old man." There's nothing to entertain, so I'll call my little thirteen, oh, it's him. The old man pointed to the middle-aged man beside him, "Lin Maozhou, Xiao Lei's master, make a small snack for you to taste, it can be regarded as he apologizes to you for Xiao Lei, and he will say something when he turns back." ”

Lin Maozhou was a little embarrassed when he heard Master Huang say this, but he couldn't directly refute as a master and said, "I didn't mean that", so he had to nod his head and agree.

Seeing that the old man was so kind, not only did he not protect his shortcomings, but also took the initiative to reconcile, Fang Yu was very useful in his heart.