Right now, it’s actually the best thing that Liu Yingying volunteered!

After all, Liu Yingying came to ask for help. With a skill level of 80 points, she can probably use 120 points, which is much better than hiring an outsourced chef!

"Thank you so much, Sister Li, don't worry, I will definitely perform well!"

Liu Yingying said with surprise, and went out to the door, asking the bodyguards who were resting in the car to go buy groceries immediately.

After a while, Liu Yingying came back carrying a big bag of food, looking very tired, as if she had just returned from the vegetable market.

Seeing this, Li Hongyu shook her head!

“This girl is simply a living treasure!

I really don’t know if I can make a dish that will satisfy Mr. Zhang Fan.”

Li Hongyu chose to leave it alone.

When she came to the apartment and looked at the clean and tidy kitchen equipped with all kinds of utensils, Liu Yingying frowned and lowered her head as if a little sad.

As the eldest daughter of the Liu family, she doesn't need to cook by herself, but Liu Yingying has good cooking skills.

Part of the reason is because of my childhood experiences.

Liu Yingying's mother is a chef, so when she was very young, Liu Yingying could memorize many recipes. Sometimes when her mother could not prepare the dishes in time, Liu Yingying would stand on a bench and cook by herself.

That was when I was very young!

But as time goes by, these memories not only do not disappear, but become clearer.

In fact, every time she cooks that dish, Liu Yingying can always make it taste as delicious as it did back then.

"Mother, are you okay?"

Touching a table knife, a porcelain bowl or plate, or even the cutting board in the kitchen seemed to evoke Liu Yingying's memories.

After more than ten seconds, Liu Yingying came to her senses, looked at her slender fingers, and giggled.

"Come on! Liu Yingying, you will definitely satisfy Mr. Zhang Fan."

I secretly encouraged myself and started busying myself with washing and cutting vegetables!

After riding an electric bike around the city, Zhang Fan came to a temple.

He parked the shared tram in a roadside parking space and walked towards a noodle restaurant next to the temple.

As soon as he arrived here, the owner of the old noodle shop waved to him.

"Oh, what a distinguished guest! Xiao Zhang, I have finally waited for you."

As soon as he saw the middle-aged shopkeeper, Zhang Fan laughed.

"Uncle Wang, you are still so leisurely. How is your business today? Why aren't there so many guests?"

Uncle Wang smiled and nodded: "It's only a few hours now, it's not time for dinner yet, let's cook it first, or we can eat it the same way as yesterday!"

Zhang Fan sat at a table and nodded gently: "Add more spicy and sour today, your trouser belt noodles are really good."

In the past two days, Zhang Fan has only eaten at this noodle restaurant.

After all, it would take time for Li Hongyu to find an apartment, while Hua Yueying was sorting out the accounts of the Tiandi Pawnshop. They each had their own responsibilities, so even if he returned to the hotel, he could only eat the fast food provided by the hotel.

So he checked online and found that the homemade noodle restaurant with local flavor near the temple was very popular.

The specialty is Kuadai Noodles, which is a specialty of a certain region. It is large in quantity, filling, and cheap.

However, the taste is unique, especially suitable for people who like pasta.

Zhang Fan is not used to the local people's taste. People here prefer sweet taste, which is very different from his preference for salty and spicy taste.

So he quite liked this noodle shop. After eating two meals there, he found that the boss was a straightforward and outgoing person. After they introduced themselves to each other, they knew each other.

As the saying goes, the friendship between gentlemen is as pure as water. How can the people from the world have so much time to confide in each other like ordinary people?

Soon, a large bowl filled with hot red soup noodles was brought to Zhang Fan's table!

The waiter also smiled at Zhang Fan, walked to the door next to him, lit a cigarette, and chatted with the shopkeeper while watching people coming and going outside.

Both of them spoke in dialect and were obviously not locals. They might be the shop owners who brought them here from their hometowns.

As a result, the conversation between the two was very casual. Thinking that Zhang Fan didn't understand, they talked about some strange things that happened in the past two days.

"Boss, I went out for a drink yesterday and heard a weird story from a local. The vice president of Baihai Group got into trouble a few years ago and was released from prison in the spring. But a few days ago, during the Qingming Festival, a family of three inexplicably fell into a stinking ditch next to a cemetery and died!"

The shopkeeper paused while wiping the table with a rag.

"Where did you get this news? How could it be true?"

When the waiter heard the question, he immediately spoke loudly.

"Why would I lie to you? This is just the first thing. The other thing is even more frightening. Some time ago, I heard that an ancient tomb was dug up in the industrial zone. The workers had just stopped working, and the archaeologists hadn't arrived yet, but someone saw a few red-haired monsters that looked like they had been skinned, jumping out of the tomb. Someone took photos at the scene and uploaded them to the Internet, but they disappeared within a few minutes.

This is based on real facts, I am not just making it up."

After hearing this, the shop owner became a little unsure.

"Are you kidding me? Is this really happening? What else could have jumped out of the ancient tomb? It must be a damn red-haired zombie!"

The waiter said, "It's possible. I heard that those red-haired monsters wanted to come here. Should we ask for some talisman paper or something and bring it back to decorate the house?"

The shop owner thought it made sense!

Just at this moment, a young man in his twenties with a pale face walked in from outside the door.

When they saw the man's face, the store owner and the waiter were shocked on the spot.

I've never seen anyone become like this.

The young man looked to be in his twenties, with a decent appearance, except that his suit was a little dirty. But it was not difficult to tell that he must be a successful person.

But his face looked ugly, as if it was covered with a layer of ash, his pupils were tightly shrunk, and the whites of his eyes occupied most of his eye sockets, which made people feel creepy at a glance.

As soon as the young man walked in, he saw the shop owner and the clerk staring at him, and he immediately lowered his head slightly!

"Boss, give me ten bowls of noodles."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhang Fan tilted his head slightly.

After looking this guy up and down, Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows.

I feel like something is wrong!

How could a normal person have such a gray complexion, let alone such a heavy yin energy?