"You did it?"

Fu Yu looked at the young boy in front of him in disbelief.

I remember that the last time he ate the boiled dried shredded noodles he made, he felt that the heat was a lot different. Today, he almost thought it was the chef of Master Ding.

How long has it been since then? Have young people made such rapid progress?

Fu Yu's lip line gradually straightened, and he began to find faults, "This lion's head... you made it too round, and the surface has to be uneven to look good, you know? There is also this jealous yellow croaker, although it is very delicate.

It's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, but yours is too browned..."

He put forward a bunch of guiding opinions, but they were all nit-picking. Finally, when he met Nan Song's cold eyes, he shut up.

Nan Song looked at Fu Yu with cold eyes, "Do you know what the principles our restaurant has always adhered to when it comes to customers like you?"

Fu Yu: "?"

Nan Song: "Eat if you like, get out if you don't."

Fu Yu: "..."

Does anyone treat guests like this?

Of course Fu Yu didn't want to leave, so he had no choice but to eat. Si Zhe also brought out two newly prepared dishes.

Nan Song said calmly: "These dishes are enough, don't cook them. Go back early today, have a good rest after a hard day."

Si Zhe wanted to say that he wasn't tired, but seeing Nan Song's resolute attitude, he thought it would be better not to pinch him, so he responded obediently, "Okay, sister."

When exiting, Si Zhe politely said goodbye to Yu Jinwen and Fu Yu, "You two gentlemen, please use it with ease."

"..."

Fu Yu, who had been called "Mr. Fu" for more than 20 years, had never been called "Uncle Fu" like he was today. It made him feel inexplicably older, and he was both angry and a little sad.

After Si Zhe left, Fu Yu just felt that he had nowhere to vent the anger he had been holding all night, and said angrily: "Did this kid do it on purpose? Who is his boss and who is he taking advantage of?"

"Are you done yet?" Nan Song's temper was also rising, and his eyebrows were cold, as if the dinner was about to end in the next second.

Yu Jinwen turned the glass round table and put the meat and vegetables in front of Nan Song, "This guy has reached menopause, so don't pay attention to him. Eat more and see how thin you have become."

"..."

Nan Song frowned and said nothing. Today, these two people were deliberately trying to prevent her from eating this meal.

Fu Yu raised a pair of peach-blossom eyes and stared at Yu Jinwen for a long time: This bitch still knows how to belittle his love rival and pays attention to him in various ways. Tonight, he outmaneuvered him and got ahead of him. What a mistake.

——

One day later, it was Nanya’s wedding.

Just after dawn, Nan Song was noisy by the ringtone of his cell phone.

Nanya started bombarding Nan Song and Nanya with phone calls early in the morning, for fear that they would not attend her wedding, and Nan Song really had no intention of going.

"Give me a reason to go."

Nan Song was sleepy and didn't even open his eyes. His voice was full of impatience and indifference, "Don't talk to me about sisterly love. I'm witnessing the lies about your happiness. Your happiness has nothing to do with me. I-don't-care."

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Chapter completed!