Si Zhe nodded obediently and answered resolutely, "I know! I won't!"

What a good boy.

Nan Song smiled gently and gave him a few pointers. Under such gentle instruction, Si Zhe quickly found his own rhythm and started doing it skillfully.

Ding Mingyang watched from the side. At first he was sweating for his little apprentice, but later he got a little annoyed.

Uncle Shi is much more patient when he teaches Xiaozhe than when he taught him back then. He speaks softly and softly. Could it be that he is really a relative from another generation?

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The kitchen is bustling, and it's even busier outside.

Most of the female designers are single aristocrats, and they are really crazy when they go crazy. They drink foreign wine, red wine, and beer against the bottles, and while eating and drinking, they hook up and sing.

"Let us be companions in the world of mortals and live a carefree life, ride horses galloping to share the prosperity of the world, sing the joy in our hearts while drinking wine, and seize the youth with great vigor..."

Nan Song sat on the main seat, cracking melon seeds, quietly watching their frenzy, nodding his head along with their singing.

After a while, a figure walked in at the door. As soon as Fu Yu stepped in, he raised his peach blossom eyes and said, "Hey, it's quite lively."

Designer Emma, ​​who was standing on a chair and singing very happily, turned around to see a handsome guy and almost fell off the chair. She was drunk and her mind was filled with "Huan Zhu Ge Ge". When she saw Fu Yu, she immediately stretched out her arms.

Erkang said, "Ziwei, don't leave!"

The corner of Fu Yu's mouth twitched: "..."

"Pfft--" Everyone almost laughed at this dramatic scene.

Nan Song couldn't help but smile.

Fu Yu bypassed the round table and walked directly towards Nan Song. He also consciously asked the waiter to add a chair and a set of tableware, "Why didn't you call me for the celebration party?"

Nan Song glanced at him leisurely, "Why do I need to call you?"

"Aren't we good friends?" Fu Yu said it as a matter of course, with the grievance and accusation on his face that "I treat you as a friend, but you only discuss interests with me."

Nan Song knew that this man was thick-skinned, and the more he talked to him, the more energetic he became, and he didn't bother to talk to him.

Fu Yu was a standard foodie. He started eating as soon as he sat down. He took a piece of white-robed shrimp and chewed it for a few mouthfuls. He said, "It's not your craft, nor is it Master Ding's, but the taste is pretty good.

New cook?”

"You have a very naughty mouth." Nan Song gave him a look of disdain.

Fu Yu is a master who shines brightly when given a little sunshine. He immediately bared his teeth and said with a smile: "That's right!"

He picked up another chopstick to cook the dried silk, frowned, and took a sip of water, "But this boiled dried silk is not overheated, it's a little burnt..."

"Eat what you have, you are so picky when you eat and drink for free."

Did Nan Song know that the dish was not cooked well enough and had already sent it back to Si Zhe to make it again? It was just that his own disciples could criticize it themselves, and it was not the turn of others to make irresponsible remarks.

Fu Yu moved the dried shredded food aside in disgust. As soon as he moved it, a plate of freshly cooked dried shredded food was placed in front of him.

He was stunned for a moment, raised his eyes, and met a pair of cold eyes, reflecting the clear light.

Si Zhe took away the plate of cooked dried shredded noodles and gently pushed the newly prepared plate to Nan Song in front of Fu Yu. A cute smile suddenly appeared on his cold face, "Sister

, how about you try this time?"
Chapter completed!