Liang Zixuan coughed a few times, then frowned tightly.

His face was flushed, and he didn't look good.

As if facing a great enemy.

Could it be poisoning?

An Fu rushed over with an arrow step and immediately choked a chef's neck, "Say!" Who sent you? What do you want to do? What about the antidote? Take it out. ”

The blade in the chef's hand was thrown on the chopping board with a clatter, and there was so much information for a while that the person froze in place, not daring to move, and did not know which question to respond to first.

The other cooks huddled, and one of them yelled, "What are you doing?" Why do you do it, we are serious chefs, you have watched too many movies? Impulsiveness is the devil. ”

Trembling, the other chefs pulled the man who spoke, "Don't say it, how can you say that the boss is the devil?" ”

- Crying Chef: I'm clearly saying that impulse is the devil.

- Devil: I and this stalk are dead, don't burn paper if you have something, I'm an environmentalist now.

The corner of An Fu's mouth smiled viciously, "Hurry up!" What poison is under it? Take the antidote, otherwise pinch your neck. ”

Seeing that the chefs who drew their knives to help Lu were uneven, they took a few steps back and decided not to help, after all, hanging high is the norm in society, and someone proposed, "Let's continue to work." ”

Apathy is the chef tonight.

"Poisoned? What kind of spice is poison? "I've only heard that love is a spice, but I haven't heard that there is such a thing as poison.

The chef behaved naïvely, but Anfu was not a fool.

"Don't you pretend to be crazy and stupid here!"

"Shaoxia spares his life, I really don't know. I'm just a cook, I can't poison you. "The chef used all the lines from the martial arts dramas he had watched.

It's outrageous, it's so funny who to cry to!

"I'm fine, let them go." Liang Zixuan coughed and waved his hand, and An Fu quickly let go of the chef's neck.

"You're too much, this one is so weird, let's stop it." The chef, touching the red fingerprints on his neck, cried, and the other chefs hesitated and did not agree.

An Fu had already run to Liang Zixuan's side, "Young Master, I have already pressed the doctor's emergency button." ”

Liang Zixuan smiled bitterly: "Thank you, it's okay." ”

You can't beat Anfu.

So you lost a lot of money unnecessarily?

No!

An Fu then added, "You chefs, the bonus is 30%, are you still leaving?" ”

I really don't need it, there are so many chefs, why bother!

The chefs, who had been indignant just now, immediately threw themselves into their work, and they were in full swing.

After sighing, Liang Zixuan accepted the fact that he had lost two large sums of money.

"It's just that my throat is uncomfortable." Of course, there are two wronged heads.

After Liang Zixuan drank some water, he saw that there was an extra big bowl on the dining table in front of him.

A cute big white popped out of the bowl, and then took the initiative to take off his clothes and turned into a pile of rice noodles.

ヽ(ー_ー)ノ

I was choked just now because it smelled too much.

- Big White: ( ̆•ω• ̆)ง( ̇³ ̇⁾ Pick it up

So Anfu saw the young master who froze after drinking water.

- Anfu: Magic Mirror, Magic Mirror, who is the most painful bodyguard in this world? It can't be me, right?

Liang Zixuan couldn't believe it, he clearly smelled the smell, damn it!

Normally, the anime presentation of Voices of the Heart should not be in 4D!

The effect of 3D is outrageous, and the reader will put up with it.

You give me 4D, okay, let's watch you make it up and keep making it up.

Good(*^▽^*)

Liang Zixuan smelled the smell of sour bamboo shoots, and there was a special smell.

It's snail noodles!

No offense, Liang Zixuan doesn't like this thing.

Unexpectedly, it was snail powder that resurrected his sense of smell.

The taste is too big, and Liang Zixuan, a boss who is so clean, will not like it.

1 snail flour

2 stinky tofu

3. Sauerkraut

4 cloves of garlic

5 leeks

6 parsley

Spare him!

Seeing clearly that the fantasy in Yi Jiayin's mind was the picture of snail noodles jumping in the bowl, Liang Zixuan almost vomited what he had eaten just now.

Mourning

Heart-disease [piao] mania

g]。

"Still uncomfortable?" An Fu looked at the young master who suddenly covered his mouth, and asked suspiciously, some wanted to blame the chef for not doing well.

Liang Zixuan shook his head and said that it was fine.

Finally calmed down the infinite Yue that welled up in his heart, and it didn't take long for the black and swarthy apocalyptic scene in front of him.

A large yellow peach spaceship landed on the ruins, and the hull was printed with the words "Yellow Peach Special Train......

Yellow peaches?

I really want to give myself a knife!

There would be no special train with such a name in the universe!

- Huang Tao: Then I'll go? I didn't provoke anyone!