Xiaoyao Village Doctor

Chapter 362 The Strange Chairman

"What did you say?"

Wang Teng couldn't even believe that Mrs. Jiang Nan, who always wore gold and silver, had been cheating on her.

Such a rich person can actually spread such a lie for a mere 100 million.

Jiang Fei looked indifferent, took a puff of a cigar casually, and said: "Huh, that old woman must have no money to play mahjong, or she owes a lot of gambling debts, this old fox is a ghost. "

"I even wrote her a check for 70 yuan."

Wang Teng slapped his forehead, thinking that this would be a disaster, he kept shaking his head, and continued: "I have to get the money back. I was not short of the 30, but Mrs. Jiang is not kind."

With a wave of Jiang Fei's hand, two nannies in their thirties walked in outside the door.

They were all wearing white one-piece aprons, walked in front of Jiang Fei, and at the same time, both of them saluted Jiang Fei one by one.

"Go, make a pot of tea for Mr. Wang."

Jiang Fei looked up at the two nannies and said.

"Yes."

One of the nanny nodded, while the other walked out towards the bedroom door.

After about a minute or so, the nanny walked into the room carrying a tray from the kitchen.

Inside the tray was a pot of high-quality Longjing tea and two exquisitely crafted teacups.

The nanny walked up to Wang Teng, put a teacup on the table with one hand, poured the teapot with the other hand, and said, "Mr. Wang, please use tea."

"OK, thanks."

Wang Teng picked up the cup and took a sip, feeling that the taste was quite good.

At the same time, Jiang Fei also picked up the cup on the coffee table and just after taking a few sips, he vomited it out, stood up with his whole body, and hit the nanny on the head with his hand hard.

"I bother."

The expression on Jiang Fei's face at this moment made the two nannies panic, and they didn't know where to put their hands.

"Are you short-sighted?"

Jiang Fei got up, pointed at the nanny's face and cursed, "Why isn't there any salt in this tea?"

"Let's let it go, Mr. Jiang may have let it go a little too little."

One of the nannies explained with a panicked expression.

Jiang Fei said: "Go, give me this tea instead, I don't drink tea without salt."

"Yes, Mr. Jiang, let's go now."

The two nannies hurriedly nodded at the same time, took the teapot on the table and ran towards the door, and quickly disappeared.

Wang Teng also felt very strange after hearing this, so he turned his head and squinted at Jiang Fei, and asked, "Why do you need to put salt in the tea to drink it?"

Jiang Fei didn't try to explain, but said calmly: "I don't like to drink tea without taste."

"Are you kidding me?"

Wang Teng laughed suddenly, and said: "This tea has its own taste, and it may not taste good if you add salt. Your taste is really strange."

Jiang Fei stopped talking, there was no expression on his face, he just sat upright on the chair and stared straight ahead without moving.

After a while, the two nannies hurried back from the kitchen, followed by Butler Yang.

"Mr. Jiang, your salt tea is here."

With a smile on his face, Steward Yang walked up to Jiang Fei with his head bowed, and said, "Those two nannies are new and ignorant, so don't be as knowledgeable as them."

"Forget it, you worked hard today."

Jiang Fei said: "Butler Yang, go and rest."

Butler Yang still had that flattering smile on his face, and said, "Hey Mr. Jiang, I've been serving you for more than ten years. I'm never tired. If you need anything, just say hello."

Jiang Fei picked up the teacup on the table, sniffed the hot air coming out of the teacup with his nose, then took another sip with his mouth, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Well, the smell this time It's not bad."

"Mr. Jiang, don't worry about my work. There is absolutely no problem at all."

Butler Yang replied with a smile on his face.

The more Wang Teng looked at it, the more strange he felt, wondering if this tea could still be drunk with salt?
Jiang Fei is not a normal person's sense of taste at all.

So, Wang Teng casually picked up the teapot that Butler Yang had sent, poured a small cup into the cup, and just after taking a sip, he spit it out with an ugly expression on his face.

"This is too salty."

Wang Teng looked back at Jiang Fei and said in surprise: "Mr. Jiang, if you drink this kind of tea every day, aren't you afraid of being crushed to death?"

As soon as Wang Teng said this, Steward Yang's face changed, and he yelled at him: "You boy, be careful when talking to Mr. Jiang. Mr. Jiang likes to drink this kind of tea. Do you have any objections?"

"Butler Yang, you go out first."

Jiang Fei gave Butler Yang a look and waved his hand at the same time.

"Yes, Mr. Jiang."

Butler Yang responded casually, and left the room with the two nannies.

At this time, Jiang Fei looked back at Wang Teng again, and said, "I hope you don't get angry today. My temper is always like this. If it wasn't for that dead old woman, I wouldn't hit someone."

"fine."

Wang Teng said: "If there is nothing else, then I will leave first, and I will not come to your Jiang's house again next time."

After speaking, Wang Teng stood up from the sofa, ready to leave.

Jiang Fei suddenly stopped Wang Teng and asked, "Wait a minute, I heard that you are the God of Cookery. Are the dishes really so delicious?"

"Delicious is what other people say."

Wang Teng turned to look at Jiang Fei, and replied, "What do you mean by asking that?"

Jiang Fei smiled slightly and said, "It's nothing interesting, don't get me wrong, I just want to try your cooking."

Wang Teng then replied: "All the dishes I cook are charged, and the price is not cheap. If you are willing to pay the bill, I can help you cook."

"Cough cough."

Jiang Fei snorted twice, covered his mouth with his fist and said: "Isn't it just money? I, Jiang Fei, lack everything but not money. You can help me make a dish of pickled vegetables and meat. As for how much, you can set the price yourself. "

"One hundred thousand."

Wang Teng said a number unceremoniously.

After Jiang Fei heard this, his eyes widened, and his expression became stiff. He had never heard that a mere dish of pickled meat would cost 10 yuan.

Of course, it also depends on who cooks the dishes. Wang Teng's cooking skills are top-notch in the world. If there is no special situation in Crane Tower, he will never cook in person.

Wang Teng looked at Jiang Fei and didn't speak for a long time. He smiled and asked, "What? Isn't Mr. Jiang not short of money? 10 yuan is too much?"

"Okay."

Jiang Fei followed suit with a smile, and said, "If I am satisfied with the meal, let alone one hundred thousand, even one million is not a problem."

(End of this chapter)