Xiaoyao Village Doctor

Chapter 367 Don't Regret Going Away

As soon as Jiang Fei's voice fell, the rest of the people standing around panicked.

From time to time, someone glanced at Wang Teng who was standing in an inconspicuous corner of the door.

"Wang Teng, what do you mean?"

Steward Yang turned around and pointed his finger at Wang Teng's face, cursing: "Look at what good things you have done, Boss Jiang is so angry, hurry up and get the hell out of me, I know you have no good intentions."

Jiang Xiaoxiao also turned her head to look at Wang Teng nervously, and said, "A Teng, hurry up, just leave it to me."

At the same time, the nannies and assistants all looked at Wang Teng with disdain. Although they all kept silent, many of them knew in their hearts that he must be unlucky today.

Those who dare to offend Mr. Jiang will end badly, not to mention that Wang Teng made such an unpalatable dish of pickled vegetables and meat.

Wang Teng stood there without saying a word, with no expression on his face, and even whistled softly with his mouth in his mouth.

"Wang Teng, come here!"

Jiang Fei got up from the chair in front of the dining table in a rage, and at the same time, he picked up the preserved vegetables and braised pork on the table with one hand, looked at Wang Teng, and said, "Did you cook this dish?"

Wang Teng smiled and replied, "Yes, I did it. What's the matter? Is there any problem?"

The expression on Jiang Fei's face suddenly became even more angry, and he said, "Do you know how unpalatable it is? I really doubt how you got the title of God of Cookery. I can call a nanny to do it better than you."

"Wang Teng, get out of here quickly."

Steward Yang roared loudly, and at the same time snatched the pickled meat from Jiang Fei's hand and threw it into a trash can under the table.

"Mr. Jiang, let me tell you the truth."

Butler Yang continued: "Wang Teng deliberately put a few big bags of salt in it when he was making this dish of pickled vegetables and meat. I saw this with my own eyes. He probably wanted to make things difficult for you."

"Is that so?"

Jiang Fei also looked at Wang Teng curiously, and asked, "Why did you do this? Our Jiang family has never treated you badly. What are you so worried about?"

"Uncle, if you want to blame, blame me, it's all my fault."

Jiang Xiaoxiao suddenly stood in front of Wang Teng, lowering her head to express her grievances, as if she wanted to help Wang Teng block the gun.

Wang Teng remained calm, just smiled casually, immediately picked up a teapot and a cup by the table, poured a small cup of hot tea into it, handed it to Jiang Fei, and said:

"Mr. Jiang, I forgot to tell you that this pickled pork with pickled vegetables needs to be tasted with tea."

Jiang Fei was taken aback when he heard the words, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I think this kid is talking nonsense."

Steward Yang has been putting up with Wang Teng for a long time, and he hasn't given him any good looks since he entered the gate of Jiang's house.

"Come here, throw Wang Teng out for me."

One of Jiang Fei's four-eyed assistants yelled loudly, and five or six men in suits with iron bars rushed in from outside the door, and immediately surrounded Wang Teng.

They all have fierce eyes, and their bodies are also big and three thick, and they don't look like fuel-efficient lamps.

Jiang Xiaoxiao hurried to Jiang Fei, tugging on his arm with two limp little hands, begging: "Uncle, let A Teng go, it's actually my idea."

Jiang Fei sighed, waved his hand at those bodyguards, and replied: "Oh, forget it, you all step back first."

Several bodyguards in black nodded their heads one after another and walked out the door one after another.

Wang Teng smiled coldly, walked over suddenly and said: "Mr. Jiang, these servants you hired are really low-minded. Today I helped you make this pickled pork with pickled vegetables for your face. Usually, others beg me , I won’t do it for him.”

"A Teng, please stop saying a few words."

Jiang Xiaoxiao looked back at Wang Teng with disgusted eyes, frowning in anxiety.

"Wang Teng, don't be shameless, what are you?"

Butler Yang stood aside and continued to curse, saying, "If Mr. Jiang hadn't had a good temper, do you think you could walk out standing up today?"

With an ugly expression on his face, Jiang Fei took a deep breath, took two steps back and sat back on the chair, casually took out a box of cigars in his trouser pocket, took out one of them, took out a lighter and lit one.

He first took a puff of the cigar and exhaled white smoke, then raised his head to look at Wang Teng, and said, "Forget it, Mr. Wang, I don't want to embarrass anyone in a good mood today. I will pay you for this dish. Later, you can ask Butler Yang to receive 10 yuan."

"Mr. Jiang, you said this yourself."

Wang Teng smiled and said, "Don't regret that I'm gone, even if you come back to beg me when the time comes, I won't come again."

Jiang Fei's expression changed when he heard it, and he asked, "What do you mean?"

"Nothing interesting, goodbye."

After Wang Teng finished speaking, he turned around and left without looking back.

"Hey, did you come to the Jiang family as soon as you said, or leave as soon as you said?"

Steward Yang stood aside and said suddenly: "Just with your current attitude, even if Mr. Jiang doesn't care about it, I can't spare you. Come and stop him!"

As soon as the words fell, the five bodyguards who had gone out rushed in again.

Among them is a tall and strong man with a fat head and big ears, and he is also a boxing champion in the province who specializes in Sanda.

A few people surrounded Wang Teng, and one person pushed Wang Teng into the door with his hand, threatening to let him go with a fierce look.

Jiang Xiaoxiao hurriedly turned her head and gave Butler Yang a hard look, and said, "What are you doing? What right do you have to prevent A Teng from leaving?"

"Mr. Jiang, this person must not be forgiven lightly."

Steward Yang said to Jiang Fei angrily: "I think he just wanted to tease you. I was still outside the door and saw him pouring a whole bottle of mustard into the meat. It was too much."

Jiang Fei was sitting on the chair with his legs crossed high, glaring at Wang Teng sideways from time to time, just smoking the cigar in his mouth, without any expression on his face, without saying a word.

"Uncle, forget it, you just come to me if you feel angry."

Jiang Xiaoxiao looked anxious and gently pushed Jiang Fei's shoulders with both hands, and kept rubbing her body against his back, as if she was acting like a baby.

Jiang Fei shook his head helplessly, and said, "My good niece, can you be more cautious when you make friends next time, don't think that being a god of cook is so great."

This sentence refers to Wang Teng.

Jiang Xiaoxiao said again delicately: "A Teng is a good person, he is not a bad person."

Jiang Fei looked at Wang Teng again, and said, "Forget it, since it's my niece who is begging for mercy, I won't embarrass you anymore, you can go, and don't come to our Jiang family again."

(End of this chapter)