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Until the liquid in the tub turned crimson, Duan Hong jumped out of it, put on his T-shirt and jeans again, and stepped on a pair of canvas monastic shoes.

She felt hungry and had finished digesting the three taels of rice she had for dinner. After earning some money, she relaxed.

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"Boss Duan, my boss is treating you to a midnight snack."

Lao Liu looked a little old with a little white hair at his temples. He was dressed in a neat black Chinese tunic and his hands were tucked into his sleeves.

Duan Hong grinned, revealing a row of neat and white teeth. Coupled with his wheat colored skin, he looked as white as a seashell gem.

The old fellow did not treat it as a free meal, since his money was taken from him through exploitation. Thus, it was used as spending money on behalf of the people.

/p p "Alright, let's go."

Duan Hong followed behind Lao Liu and walked into the hall. Carefully observing, he found that Lao Liu didn't make any sound when he walked.

Duan Hong was slightly surprised. The canvas monastic robe he was wearing made clattering noises on the marble floor, but Lao Liu's hard leather shoes were even softer than his voice.

/p It seemed that Lao Liu wasn't a simple person. His steps were light and his arms were long.

Duan Hong then thought: Yan Xiaowen, a big boss, doesn't have any bodyguards?

It seems that he has a lot of trust in this Lao Liu.

When the two of them arrived at the private room, Duan Hong saw the words "Fragrant Spring Pavilion" written on the door. He walked into the room and found that the table was filled with dishes, such as stewed crab powder and lion heads, Jinling pills, white sauce and round dishes, stewed chicken with yellow mud, Jinling duck, blue conch shrimp, honey sauce and fire.

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Behind him stood a few young ladies of the prime of their youth. They were dressed in qipao; they were truly beautiful.

/p p "Senior brother!" "You came. If it wasn't for Old Man Yan guarding me, I would have already eaten all of it. I said that I would wait for you."

Rejuvenation quickly moved the seat away for Duan Hong.

Yan Xiaowen said to the driver, "Lao Liu, you should sit and eat together."

/p p "Yes, boss."

Lao Liu leaned against Yan Xiaowen and sat down.

"Hur Hur, Brother Duan. I've especially asked Aunt Su's Golden Chef, Jiang Bo Fang, to prepare this table of Su cuisine. I don't know if it's to your liking."

"Boss Yan is too polite. When people are hungry, they don't choose to eat. How can there be so many delicious things that don't suit their appetite?"

/p p "I like this name the most."

He grabbed the stewed chicken with yellow mud from the table and peeled off the lotus leaves to eat.

/p p "Hey —"

Yan Xiaowen frowned as he looked at the Comprehension Fever. This person was really useless, he probably hadn't eaten anything delicious before at Ku Chan Temple. However, he had seen quite a bit, and he actually recognized the Flower Chicken.

Pah pah pah, is this something a human should eat?

He spat out the chicken in his mouth as if he wasn't eating the chicken, but rather the Coptis chinensis.

/p p "Hm?"

Yan Xiaowen looked carefully and thought: Could it be that Chef Jiang didn't do it well?

He picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of chicken where he could not feel the heat, stuffed it into his mouth, and carefully chewed it.

It was fragrant, but not greasy. The fragrance of the lotus leaves was mixed in the middle, making it seem like a real chicken.

Duan Hong also took a bite and felt that the fever was about right. It tasted like chewing wax, but he still swallowed it down. He didn't like to waste it and said, "Calling for a chicken is the right choice. It's just that the raw materials are not good."

/p p "Oh?" Did Brother Duan study the recipe as well? I think it's not bad. "

Yan Xiaowen did not lie and said seriously. He was treating people that could bring him great wealth, and it was impossible to treat someone inferior.

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At that time, he had just followed his' grandfather 'to the Ku Chan Temple, and as he waited outside while comprehending the situation, he suddenly smelled a strange fragrance.

At that time, when Duan Hong was asking Duan Hong curiously, he finally told Duan Hong that it was made by a monk from the dead root. Ever since Duan Hong ate the chicken he made, he couldn't eat any other chicken because other people's food was as tasteless as chaff.

Duan Hong forced a smile. In the past four years, he had never eaten anything outside, and thus, he was unconsciously made a fool of by Eater Master KU Cao.

"This is called a flower chicken. It originally used three yellow hens made specially out of Yushan, but in reality, it used ordinary grass chickens. Naturally, it lacked the fat and tender appearance of a Three-yellow chicken." However, it's not bad for a beggar to do this. After all, not many people are interested in cooking right now.

Duan Hong said confidently.

Yan Xiaowen stared at him as if he was staring at a monster, then pointed at the stewed crab egg and said, "Brother Duan, how about you take a look at this?"

/p "One of the famous dishes in Yangzhou, which is called Crab Crab Meat and Lion Head."

Duan Hong picked one up with his chopsticks and savored it. He shook his head and said, "The crab powder is not bad. The vegetables are rotten, and the fragrance of the lion's head is too strong. "I presume the ratio of the streaky pork is a bit worse, but it can still be considered a high-grade dish. The culinary skills of the chef is quite decent."

Yan Xiaowen felt like he was going to vomit blood. The reason that Golden Chef Jiang Bo Fang was known as the Golden Chef was because he had once hosted a state banquet in Beijing.

Many foreign presidents had eaten his dishes before, and they gave him great praise with their thumbs up. Making him cook a table of dishes wasn't for free, but for exchanging them with ancient recipes.

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Duan Hong Hou was, after all, hungry. Although he was a bit cruel with his words, the taste of the dishes were not bad and he had eaten his fill.

Boss Yan, I'm returning to the sea tomorrow. Thank you for your hospitality.

Yan Xiaowen nodded and said, "Alright, we're over a thousand miles away from Master Su. It's too tiring to take the train. Why don't we take my extended Lincoln?"

/p p "No need."

/p p "Alright!"

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Duan Hong didn't want to trouble others. The opposite was true, taking advantage of the situation.

Duan Hong looked at him coldly and picked up the silver spoon on the table.

It means to poke you now, believe it or not.

No need, no need," he replied with a dry laugh.

How could Yan Xiaowen not see it? He said, "Brother Duan, you are treating the outside world like this. You and I have met at first sight, and we have both been on the battlefield. We can be said to be brothers who have gone through life and death situations."

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Duan Hong laughed a few times and said, "Junior Brother and I are poor monks, unlike the mainstream monks. Let alone taking a taxi, we can even marry a wife."

Senior Brother," he whispered in Duan Hong's ear, "I'm twenty-six this year, and I'm still a boy." Touching a girl's hand must be done using a low-class strategy, like using the palm sign. Just treat it as helping me, letting me drive a car and pull it a few times, can I get a girl to make a girlfriend? My good senior brother —

Duan Hong felt goosebumps all over his body. An old man acting coquettishly?

Shameless.

But look at his pitiful appearance.

If it wasn't for him four years ago, he probably wouldn't have been so happy in Ku Chan Temple, so just agree to it this time.

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