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Chapter 309 The First Close Contact
"Brother Wang, you are too good!" He Minhong, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, said excitedly.

"In the eyes of those real Lianjiazi, I'm just like that!" Wang Zhong said modestly: "It's just some tricks, not worth mentioning."

"Brother Wang, you are too modest! That Lucy, you beat her so hard that she couldn't fight back, just like beating a child." He Minhong still couldn't calm down his excitement.

"You are stronger than Ip Man..."

There were a lot of crackling, Ye Zhen Zhen didn't even have a chance to intervene, her quick-talking was not like a small writer, but like the most eloquent politician, but there shouldn't be such a stupid politician in the world.

After finally waiting for He Minhong to finish, Ye Zhenzhen had a chance to speak: "I really can't see it, a hermit master?"

As he spoke, he looked at Wang Zhong seriously.

Wang Zhong smiled slightly: "Isn't it mentioned in the novels and movies? The real hermits are like me, hiding in the market."

Ye Zhen Zhen burst out laughing.

"Your kung fu is really powerful. You said in the ring just now that you have practiced for 22 years in that palm. Did you really practice it for 22 years?"

"That's right, I practiced martial arts at the age of seven, and I'm 29 this year, isn't it 22 years old!"

"Amazing!" Ye Zhen Zhen gave a thumbs up: "No wonder it's so powerful."

He Minhong also thought it was true, but he was more surprised and curious: "You started practicing martial arts at the age of seven? Did you practice in Shaolin Temple?"

"Wudang Mountain!" Wang Zhong said, "The Wudang faction is the direct descendant!"

"Really?" He Minhong was surprised.

"Silly girl, I'm teasing you!" Ye Zhen Zhen laughed.

"Brother Wang?"

"Part of it is inherited from family, and part of it is learned from visiting some old boxers around."

"Melting hundreds of scriptures in one furnace, bringing together a hundred schools of boxing in one's own body?" He Minhong said this.

"That's almost what it means, but it's not as exaggerated as you said." Wang Zhong said: "The correct way to say it should be to learn from the east and learn from the west."

Ye Zhen Zhen said: "It seems that those who say that traditional martial arts can't fight can shut up!"

"If you really can't fight traditional martial arts, then how did Bruce Lee get out of the country? The first thing Bruce Lee practiced was Wing Chun, which is also a kind of traditional martial arts, and there are various martial arts everywhere in foreign countries!"

Wang Zhongdao: "It's not that you can't fight with traditional martial arts, but that you can't teach many styles of fighting, and they are gradually lost."

"That's right, it's fine if you don't fight, but if you hit, you'll break the law!" Ye Zhen Zhen said.

He Minhong: "Brother Wang, why are you practicing martial arts so hard?"

"It's for strengthening your body, and it's also for protecting yourself!" Wang Zhong said, "Not having a sword in your hand and not using it are two completely different things."

"That's true." Ye Zhen Zhen nodded.

"Is Lucy okay?" He Minhong asked suddenly.

Wang Chong said: "Don't worry, I just put my hands away, and I just looked good, nothing will happen, and it will hurt for a long time at most."

"It hurts for a long time?" He Minhong was a little scared.

"Isn't that what fighting is all about? It's pretty good. You must have heard the words of a hundred-day injury, right?"

He Minhong nodded.

Ye Zhen Zhen took He Minhong's hand and said: "Okay Xiao He, don't worry, if something really happened, can Lucy be as lively as before!"

"It seems to be somewhere, is it here?" Wang Zhong looked at the buildings on the side of the road.

"Here it is!" Ye Zhen Zhen said, "Go ahead, turn around and turn in."

After parking the car and coming out of the parking lot, the topic of the three of them changed from what they had just done to food, they were going to a Thai restaurant that Ye Zhen Zhen strongly recommended, and Wang Zhong treated them.

After ordering something and sitting there for a while, Ye Zhen Zhen's phone rang, Zhu Zhe called.

"Jiji is in some trouble, there is a guest in their hotel deliberately finding fault, and even molesting their waiter..." Ye Zhen Zhen briefly introduced the matter.

"It's really troublesome." Wang nodded.

"It would be better to call the police directly!" He Minhong said.

"Things in this world are never black and white." Wang Zhong said: "Hotels also have concerns about hotels. Since this person dares to ask Sister Zhu's hotel for an explanation, he must be fully prepared. It is easy to solve, and Sister Zhu will not call to consult Sister Zhenzhen, a great scientist."

"It's a quasi-scientist!" Ye Zhen Zhen corrected.

"Ah?" He Minhong's world view obviously couldn't understand such a thing.

Ye Zhenzhen also said: "Wang Zhong is right, that person dares to make such a fuss, he must be confident, but Jiji has also worked in the hotel for more than ten years, it is not a big deal to be able to sit in the current position from a waiter She should be able to handle the soft persimmons that people can handle."

"How about we go and have a look later?" He Minhong suggested.

Ye Zhen Zhen hesitated for a moment: "Wang Zhong, what do you think?"

"No problem! I have free time, just in time. I also want to see what this kind of scum that embarrasses us looks like. Is it a green face with fangs and a ferocious face?"

After hearing this, Ye Zhen Zhen couldn't help showing a smile on her face: "Shouldn't it be a human face?"

After a while, the food was served. To be honest, as a cooking master who has reached the fifth level, Wang Zhong's cooking skills are no worse than those of the state banquet chefs. Ye Zhenzhen was full of praise for the Tom Yum Kung Soup And curry rice, I really feel average.

However, Wang Zhong has never been picky about his meals. After all, in Wang Zhong's countless difficult years, it was already very good to be able to eat enough.

After dinner, Wang Zhong drove with his children to Shangpu International Hotel where Zhu Zhe was staying.

The matter is also very simple, the man failed to molested the beautiful young waitress of the hotel, so he was malicious and filled the lock of his suitcase with glue, using this as an excuse to trouble the hotel.

To be honest, this plot is really a bit bloody.

But Zhu Zhe's handling method is indeed remarkable.

Let Ye Zhen Zhen use the excuse of opening the suitcase to lure the troublemaker aside, and let her subordinates quickly search for evidence.

When the 502 glue was found from the room, the man changed his face.

But the facts are clearly in front of his eyes, but the man is still denying it.

"This bottle of glue is mine, but I used it to glue shoes. You can't prove that the glue in the keyhole of the box is from this bottle, can you? Besides, this glue can't be the same as a person's. You can use fingerprints to prove it. Just be yourself!"

Zhu Zhe didn't know how to refute the question.

At this moment, a laugh suddenly sounded from the side, and anyone could hear the ridicule in that laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" The man suddenly became unhappy, and pointed the finger at Wang Zhong.

"Laughing, how could someone ask such a stupid question? Such a grown-up person doesn't even have the most basic legal knowledge!" Wang Zhong walked out in a few steps.

"What do you mean?" The man stood up excitedly, his face gloomy.

"Have you always watched movies? For those murders in movies, do you have to have a video of the murderer killing, or must there be witnesses who saw the murderer's killing process with their own eyes before the murderer can be convicted?"

The man was stunned when asked, even Zhu Zhe and Ye Zhenzhen were also stunned.

But Wang Zhong continued: "In any case, there is a chain of evidence, and the investigation and evidence collection is the job of the police. You don't really think naively, you have to have surveillance cameras to catch you dripping glue into the keyhole. Settle this matter?"

The man suddenly lost his confidence, and his eyes began to panic.

Wang Zhong was relentless: "Sister Zhu! What's the point of talking to this kind of person? The police are better at investigating and interrogating this kind of thing than your hotel."

Zhu Zhe immediately said: "Security, notify Lawyer An to call the police!"

The security guard next to him responded immediately, and then walked outside, preparing to make a phone call.

"Hey hey!" The man hurriedly said: "Forget it, well, since the box has been opened and the water is not lost, it's better to forget it like this, and everyone is happy!"

Said to go to get the suitcase.

Wang Zhong couldn't help laughing again, even Ye Zhenzhen and He Minhong who were watching the battle couldn't help laughing either.

Zhu Zhe took advantage of the situation to press the box, and said domineeringly: "I am not happy, and the little girl who was slandered by you is even more unhappy. If you have anything to say, go tell the police!"

The two big men also took advantage of the opportunity to walk to the left and right of the man, their faces full of warning.

The man immediately faltered and begged for mercy. Unfortunately, Zhu Zhe was not a soft persimmon. He had been tossed like this on a good weekend, and the people under him were also bullied.

After controlling the man, Zhu Zhe and Wang Zhong went outside to talk.

"Wang Zhong, thank you just now!" Zhu Zhe said sincerely, "If it weren't for you, I would have been bluffed by him."

"You really want to thank me?"

"of course."

"Then treat me to another meal!" Wang Zhong said with a shy smile.

"Okay!" Zhu Zhe also smiled and said, "Call everyone together."

He Minhong also said: "Brother Wang, you are so powerful and understand the law."

"Zhenzhen, Minhong, thank you also for coming here to help me out."

"You're welcome!"

Several people chatted politely in the corridor for a while, and after a while, the police came, and the hotel directly called the police, and the speed of the police was still very fast.

Wang Zhong, Ye Zhenzhen and He Minhong also returned home first, and Zhu Zhe still has to deal with some follow-up matters.

When going downstairs, Wang Zhong sent a WeChat message to Zhu Zhe: Friendly reminder: Some of your customers should come to vote, but there is no black and white in the world of those rich people, only benefits, you can make good use of this.

Immediately, there was a message notification tone on WeChat, it was from Zhu Zhe, a small emoji of bowing down and thanking.

Wang returned a smiling face.

Just as Wang Zhong entered the house, the WeChat notification sounded again.

Zhu Zhe: The matter is settled, I will go back to make beef sauce later, welcome to come and give advice.

Wang Zhong: Looking forward to it (micro-expression)
Wang Zhong didn't say anything when he went to pick up Zhu Zhe. The two had known each other for only a few days, and Zhu Zhe was not the kind of girl who was in love. The relationship between the two of them hadn't reached that level yet.

At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, Wang Zhong was meditating cross-legged on the sofa, when the WeChat notification sounded again.

Bringing his mind back to reality from the trance, and exhaling a long breath of foul air, Wang Zhong only felt completely refreshed and full of energy, and all the fatigue of the morning was swept away.

Picking up the cool white on the coffee table, took a sip, picked up his smartphone, and woke up the screen. After unlocking, he clicked on the screen with his thumb, quickly replied a few words, put on his clothes, and went straight out the door. Take the elevator, push open the door of the safe passage, and walk into the stairs.

As soon as I entered the stairs, I heard voices coming from downstairs.

"Are you planning to fry meat sauce here?" Wang Zhong's voice was very clear in the quiet corridor.

Zhu Zhe and Ye Zhenzhen looked up and saw Wang Zhong coming down the stairs: "This place is well ventilated, turn on the fan, and the smell will dissipate after a while."

"That's not what I mean!" Wang Zhong had already reached the 22nd floor while speaking, "I'm just worried that your neighbors upstairs and downstairs will complain before your meat sauce is ready!"

"Ah?" Zhu Zhe was a little surprised, obviously not considering this point.

Wang Zhongdao: "Today is the weekend, we don't have to go to work, our neighbors upstairs and downstairs are basically at home."

Ye Zhenzhen also nodded and said: "Jiji, what Wang Zhong said makes sense! If there are complaints from neighbors, the property management must deal with it, or you should go to my place, my range hood is still very powerful."

Zhu Zhe hesitated for a moment, thought about the consequences, nodded and said, "Alright then!"

Wang Zhong immediately took the initiative to ask Ying, and helped to take the things back to 2203 where Ye Zhenzhen was.

"This decoration is very technological! It doesn't look like your lady's style!" The layout of 2203 is similar to Wang Zhong's 2303, but the decoration is a little different. Compared with Wang Zhong's living room, there are two antique shelves.

"It should be made by my cousins!" Ye Zhen Zhen said.

"No wonder!" Wang Zhong nodded and said, it was because Wang Zhong had a strong sense of technology that Wang Zhong said that.

"The kitchen is here!"

"The seasoning is here, you can use it yourself!"

Ye Zhen Zhen led the two into the kitchen and introduced her small kitchen.

"Okay, I see!" Zhu Zhe smiled slightly, and put the things on the stove, ready to make meat sauce.

"Beef sauce is delicious with noodles!" Wang Zhong said, "Zhenzhen, do you have flour or noodles at home?"

Ye Zhen Zhen opened the refrigerator and took out a box of finished pasta: "Only this!"

Wang Zhong smiled and said, "The best match for meat sauce is smooth, chewy hand-rolled noodles."

Zhu Zhe also nodded and said, "The vermicelli is also fine, but it's just another flavor."

Ye Zhen Zhen spread her hands: "Then there is no other way, I only have pasta at home."

Wang Chong said: "Sister Zhu has the meat sauce, Zhen Zhen, you are out of the place, just leave the noodles to me, I have flour at home."

"You know how to roll noodles?" Ye Zhen Zhen looked at Wang Zhong unexpectedly.

Wang Zhong said with a smile: "The children of poor families have been in charge long ago! I'll go back to get the flour, and I'll come down immediately!"

After saying that, Wang Zhong left the kitchen, opened the door and walked straight up the stairs to the 23rd floor.

He Minhong hurried into the kitchen: "Brother Wang, what are you doing with the flour? Sister Zhu, do you want to roll the noodles?"

"I'm from the south, how can I roll noodles?"

He Minhong looked at Ye Zhenzhen: "Zhenzhen?"

Ye Zhen Zhen said: "Do you think I'm someone who knows how to dry noodles?"

"It can't be Brother Wang?"

Ye Zhen Zhen and Zhu Zhe looked at each other: "What do you think?"

"Really?" He Minhong said: "Brother Wang looks so tall, maybe he is really a northerner. I heard that northerners can roll noodles, make dumplings, and can play with pasta!"

"You will know when Wang Zhong comes down later."

While chatting, footsteps came from outside. Wang Zhong carried an unopened bag of flour into the kitchen, along with a rolling pin, a silicone cushion, and a plastic knife for cutting dough.

"The equipment is quite complete!" Ye Zhen Zhen couldn't help joking as she looked at the things in Wang Zhong's hands.

"That's right!" Wang Zhong said with a smile: "Excuse me, Miss Ye, bring me a big bowl or a hard basin."

Ye Zhen Zhen asked suspiciously: "Why do you want a big bowl?"

"Of course it's for kneading."

"Is it okay to knead the dough directly on your silicone mat?"

"It's possible, but it's a bit more difficult." Wang Zhong said.

"Is this okay?" Ye Zhen Zhen took one that was about thirty centimeters square.

"Are there any bigger ones, or ones this big and deep!"

"what about this?"

"can!"

Both Ye Zhenzhen and He Minhong looked at Wang Zhong curiously, even Zhu Zhe looked at Wang Zhong from time to time.

Pour an appropriate amount of flour into a small basin, add an appropriate amount of salt, sugar, and a few eggs that Ye Zhenzhen took out from the refrigerator, add an appropriate amount of cold water, and use chopsticks to quickly stir it into flocs.

When it was almost time, Wang Zhong put on the sterile rubber gloves that he brought specially, similar to the ones doctors wear during surgery, and kneaded them repeatedly. After a while, the cotton wool was kneaded into balls.

"This kind of kneading noodles pays attention to three lights, both surface light, pot light, and hand light!" Wang Zhong said while turning the dough upside down on the silicone mat, "Wake up for a while, and when sister Zhu's beef sauce is ready, let's boil it in water." noodle!"

"Brother Wang, are you from the north?" He Minhong had stars in his eyes, he couldn't help it, Wang Zhong was blessed with the aura of a hero who saved the beauty and a great Internet writer.

"I'm from Jinling and stayed in the north."

The identity provided by the system is from Jinling.

"Then you are amazing."

"Honghong, are you praising this before you eat it?" Ye Zhen Zhen asked rather playfully.

Before He Minhong could say anything, Yu Chuhui's voice came from outside.

"Sister Zhu? Zhenzhen?"

"Ah Chu is back, let's go out first! Don't make trouble for the chefs here." Ye Zhenzhen pulled He Minhong out of the kitchen.

Immediately, only Wang Zhong and Zhu Zhe were left in the kitchen.

After a while, the voices of three women talking came from outside.

Wang Zhong and Zhu Zhe also started chatting in the kitchen.

"Sister Zhu, your beef sauce is not simple!" Wang Zhong was a little surprised when he saw the beef sauce with a richer aroma and a brighter red color.

During the cooking process, various sauces and beef collide together, and the smell emitted cannot be completely absorbed by the range hood.

Zhu Zhe smiled and lowered his voice and said, "The key is that the rapeseed oil and tempeh are special products from our hometown. I specially asked my fellow villagers to bring them here."

"No wonder!" Wang Zhong said with a dazed expression, "For this kind of regional cuisine, each place has different methods and raw materials, and the flavor also has its own merits."

This is the case with Chinese cuisine. It is the same cuisine, the same dish, and the same method, but due to the differences in regions, the subtle differences in raw materials, and the flavors are also different.

"Xiao Yu and Xiao He are really blessed to have such a clever and warm-hearted roommate like Sister Zhu!" Wang Zhong said with emotion.

Zhu Zhe said, "It's not as exaggerated as you said."

"Why not!" Wang Zhong said: "There are not many young people who can cook, not to mention those big cities where the family conditions are good, and many children from rural areas may not be able to cook. "

"It's not like when we were young, we had to go to the mountains to cut tea and mow grass, go to the fields to farm and catch fish, and we had to do everything by ourselves."

"Isn't your hometown in Jinling?" Zhu Zhe asked suspiciously and curiously.

"Jinling also has a village!" Wang Zhong said, "I am from the countryside of Jinling, but the conditions there are a little better and it's not that difficult."

Zhu Zhe looked at the upside-down stainless steel basin on the silicone mat, and Zhu Zhe nodded thoughtfully.

After putting the beef sauce on a plate, Zhu Zhe immediately washed the pot and boiled water, while Wang Zhong officially started rolling out the dough. The waken dough became softer. After several minutes of repeated kneading, Wang Zhong divided the dough into loose balls. In just a few minutes, the three dough pieces were rolled into three evenly sized pancakes.

Sprinkle the flour and cut the noodles into uniform thickness with a cutter. Seeing Wang Zhong's mechanically fast cutting action, Zhu Zhe's eyes widened in surprise, which was hard to describe.

The water boiled, and Wang Zhong's noodle cakes were cut into two.

"This hand-rolled noodle is different from dried noodles. It needs to be cooked for a little longer, but not too long. You need to grasp the time. After the noodles are out of the pot, let them go through cold water to ensure that the noodles are just right for flexibility and chewiness."

While rolling out the noodles, Wang Zhong talked to Zhu Zhe about the tricks of cooking hand-rolled noodles.

There are endless types of noodles from the south to the north, but in addition to kneading and cherah noodles, the cooking time of the noodles is also very particular.

Cooking over high heat, Zhu Zhe put the first pot of noodles into a basin filled with cold water after a while.

"It's so slippery!" Zhu Zhe couldn't help but sigh with emotion when sandwiching the noodles.

"Hand-rolled noodles are like this. If you cook them a little more, they might break when you pinch them."

While Zhu Zhe was cooking the second pot of noodles, Wang Zhong helped Zhu Zhe cut up all kinds of ingredients and vegetables. Looking at Wang Zhong's smooth knife skills, he looked at the distinct cucumber shreds and carrots under the knife. Si, looking at Wang Zhong's focused expression while chopping vegetables, and Zhu Zhe's heart like an ancient well, after all, couldn't help the slightest ripples.

The noodles and the meat sauce with ingredients were brought to the living room by everyone. The chewy and smooth hand-rolled noodles were paired with Zhu Zhe's carefully cooked beef sauce, served with vegetables and some seasonings. .

"Wang Zhong, your cooking skills are really good, I've never eaten noodles that are so chewy and smooth." Even Ye Zhenzhen, who came from a wealthy family, has never eaten noodles rolled by a state banquet chef herself.

Yu Chuhui and He Minhong were also full of praise.

"Brother Wang, you and Sister Zhu can work together to open a noodle restaurant with your skills. You roll the noodles and Sister Zhu makes beef sauce. The combination is a match made in heaven!" When He Minhong said this, the atmosphere at the table instantly changed.

(End of this chapter)