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Chapter 497 – Feeling Lucky

“Look, this lasagna made nine layers, the taste is very bad, the teeth are broken, the teeth are stuffed, and the priority is not clear, the noodles are salty, and the various seasonings are so sweet. Yes, I’m not used to eating anyway!”

“you!”

Zulina furiously rebuked the nonsense he had just said, but carefully recalled that Wang Xiaoming had really said that. Suddenly, he had no power, no job, and was very wronged.

When I turned my eyes, what I was worried about was what I was worried about. Uncle Chengyilang is the most suitable host. He was criticized by guests in public, so he was the most favorable answer!

Chapnai was proud of her heart and turned to look at Cheng Yilang: “Uncle Cheng Yilang, you give me advice, am I right, or is he right?

Yueping City Ichiro lived in such an old age, and he couldn’t see any ups and downs. The place where Su Linai couldn’t hide him without even thinking about it was clear at a glance.

As a client, Cheng Yilang was not angry, but turned to the kitchen and took out two eggs from the kitchen.

One is to buy salted duck eggs from China, and the other is to buy eggs from New Zealand ranch.

On the one hand, there are black salted duck eggs, on the other hand, there are smooth eggs.

When painting Li Nai, he was confused and puzzled.

“Uncle Cheng Yilang, what do you mean by taking out these two eggs?”

Cheng Yilang found a seat at the table and said with a smile:

“Sany, when you grew up in a good family, you must be unfamiliar with this egg from a New Zealand farm, did you?”

Su Linai nodded, because she usually drinks tea in the afternoon, and many cakes are made with this kind of eggs.

But Su Yunnai’s confusion was deeper.

Chengichiro did not hurriedly explain, but took off the salt duck egg from Huaxia Gaoyou and handed it to Zoline.

“Come and have a bite.”

Suriname grudgingly accepted it and took a small bite.

Time, a super salty taste poured on her taste buds, choking her cough, and spit out the salted duck eggs.

“Wow! How salty! What is this?”

Su Linai looked at Garment Ichiro angrily and kept drinking.

Cheng Yilang smiled and said: “This is the salted duck egg of China Gaoyou. It is normal for you to eat it and feel that it is not salty.” But at the same time, for people living in China, the taste of this salted duck egg is just a little bit. Salty, the taste is very attractive for dinner. ”

“Wow! How salty! What is this?”

Su Linai looked at Garment Ichiro angrily and kept drinking.

Cheng Yilang smiled and said: “This is the salted duck egg of China Gaoyou. It is normal for you to eat it and feel that it is not salty.” But at the same time, for people living in China, the taste of this salted duck egg is just a little bit. Salty, the taste is very attractive for dinner. ”

“What I want to tell you is, Zulinai, there is no chef who can cook a meal that everyone likes.”

Su Linai’s face was a bit hot, because he knew that Seiichiro was criticizing himself vaguely.(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little stiff, Yu Zhibo immediately changed the subject and asked:

“Uncle Xingping, what are you doing here?”

Cheng Yilang looked frustrated and touched his nose. “I can’t help it,” he said awkwardly. “Just like Tangdao Silver Medal, I was killed by all the Japanese, and I was not allowed to open a store or be a chef. As a result, I was lazy and bored, so I came to Hokkaido to relax.”

This is a terrible thing for you, isn’t it?

Yu Zhibo felt sorry for Seiichiro. Obviously, he is a talented chef, so he eventually entered this field.

“How about Yuping’s creation? Does he know you?”

Cheng Yilang looked a little strange, looking at the painting Rina. He said: “You didn’t tell Yu Zhiboyan what all the students in Jixingliao are doing now.”

When I heard the news, Yu Zhibo had a bad feeling in his heart.

“What are you hiding from me, Su Yunnai?”

Yu Zhibo looked at the painting directly, but couldn’t speak a thousand words when he saw her lowered eyes.

“Oh!” Cheng Yilang sighed and waved. “Yu Zhiboyan, you’d better not force Li Nai to paint Li Nai, I’m afraid she painted it, right?”

So what happened!

Don’t sell officials!

Cheng Yilang ordered a melon seed, raised his legs, eyes full of regret: “Yu Zhiboyan, you should know that these three emperors, eight kings, sixteen heroes, seventy-two years old?”

Yu Zhiboyan nodded.

“Unfortunately, Zhuang Zhen lost the game at the end of the year. According to the gambling agreement, he has now joined Jibian as one of the eight kings.”

“The same goes for the rest of the polar squatters.”

Are they even my enemies?

At this time, Yu Zhibo finally understood why it was useless to say that he came back in the old man’s ward.

Because all the geniuses in the Yuanyue school garden are now on the side of thistle shears!

Yu Zhiboyan’s arrival will not get any help!

Because his opponent is the entire Yuanyue School Garden!

“The painting Rina”

Before Yu Zhiboyan finished speaking, Su Linai suppressed the sadness of being betrayed, and whispered: “Yes, now even the sands of Xinhu Lake have become.” Now stand with that person! ”

be quiet!

Silence!

All this information was something Su Yunnai had not told before.

Perhaps it was because he was afraid of suppressing Yu Zhibo’s confidence, or worried that Yu Zhibao would not be able to do with his former friends, so he chose to hide.

Yu Zhiboyan didn’t expect things to become so tricky. He thought that as long as three emperors, eight kings, sixteen heroes and seventy-two, they would be able to teach the cut thistle and help the elderly return to Yuanyue School Park. I didn’t expect this to happen.

“No matter how difficult the road ahead is, I will definitely defeat the craftsman!”

…

There was nothing to talk about all night.

the next day.

Yu Zhiboyan took Wang Xiaoming, Su Yunnai and the three people to the Sicilian restaurant in the south of Hokkaido.

For some things and some words, it is not convenient for Yu Zhiboyan to stand up, and Wang Xiaoming will do the work on his behalf.

As soon as Wang Xiaoming entered the door, he shouted: “Service industry, I want to order food!”

“Hello, guest. What do you want to eat?” The waiter hurried over and asked politely.

“What are you eating here?” Wang Xiaoming said softly and roughly in Yu Zhibo’s eyes.

“Sicily has everything to eat.” The waiter said triumphantly.

“Really?” Wang Xiaoming sat down in Damascus, looking rich, with bold air and dry clouds. He said, “In that case, I want a magical mapo tofu and a white roasted sky wings. A pot of Confucius, another nine pints of roasted chicken, and finally a soup of honeysuckle soup, and another fairy fried rice,” Wang Xiaoming said. He looked like a rich man with thick air and dry clouds in his hands. “In this case, I want a magical mapo tofu, a white roasted sky wings, a pot of kung fu, a pint of salted roast chicken, and finally a golden flower and honeysuckle soup.”