Zhao Haiyang was almost crying: "How can I not be excited? I had to queue for a month to eat a meal, but you can come and eat anytime, and even let the chef cook for you."

Tang Xiaobao rolled his eyes and disagreed.

What's so exciting about this? If you had my ability, you could cure the fat guy's anorexia. If you gave the fat guy hope of returning to heaven, you could also make the fat guy run around in circles.

This is fucking capital.

Mr. Tang has such capital.

Mr. Tang is so cool.

Mr. Tang is so confident.

Jiu Li came and brought a pot of tea, saying, "This is what the boss ordered. It's authentic Wuyi Mountain Da Hong Pao. Quench your thirst first."

"good."

Tang Xiaobao poured himself a glass and drank it all in one gulp.

He poured another glass, still a big drink.

Putting down the cup, Tang Xiaobao looked at Zhao Haiyang, who hadn't drunk yet and was staring at him in amazement with a resentful look on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"You're just drinking tea like that?" Zhao Haiyang gritted his teeth. "Do you know this is authentic Wuyi Mountain Dahongpao? You actually drank it like plain water. What a waste!"

"It's just a cup of tea. I don't know how to appreciate tea. I can just drink it as plain water when I'm thirsty." Tang Xiaobao didn't care.

Zhao Haiyang almost vomited a liter of blood.

Damn it, Dahongpao, it's just like boiled water to you!

The dishes were served quickly one after another by two beautiful waitresses in cheongsams, who did not forget to close the door at the end.

Here you can see a small river below. There are some tourists rowing on the river. Lotus leaves are emerging from the water and lotus flowers are in full bloom. The scenery is beautiful.

Every time a dish was served, Zhao Haiyang had to swallow his saliva.

What the God of Cookery does is bound to be top quality.

These dishes are so delicious that no one in the world can cook them to the same level. They are so appetizing that even if you feel like vomiting after eating out, the God of Cookery’s dishes can still make you salivate.

downstairs?

The dishes enjoyed by the guests downstairs were of course also very good, and they could not be found outside either. But they were only made by the God of Cookery’s apprentice, so how could they be compared with those made by the God of Cookery himself?

The table consisted of six dishes and one soup, as well as a fruit plate and snacks.

Zhao Haiyang was almost intoxicated when the fat man pushed the door open and came in.

As soon as he entered the door, the fat man complained to Tang Xiaobao: "Didn't I say I would call you when the time comes?"

"You make me wait for several days every day. I've been waiting for such a long time. I say, Old Zhu, you are too inefficient, aren't you?" Tang Xiaobao said dissatisfiedly.

The fat man said depressedly: "They changed the time at the last minute, so you can't blame me. But you come to my place every few days to eat for free. How can you be so shameless?"

Tang Xiaobao was annoyed and said, "Damn it! I'm just having a meal with you. Didn't I tell you how much I'll charge? Just name your price. My friend is not short of money."

The fat man didn't even look at Zhao Haiyang and said, "I'm not short of money. Besides, the dishes I cook, if we talk about the price, who can afford it? They are all priceless. It's a blessing for people to be able to eat these things."

"Anyway, you're just unhappy, right?" Tang Xiaobao said viciously, "Can you not be so stingy? You're not welcome? Then I won't come here anymore, and you shouldn't come to see me anymore, humph!"

The fat man immediately lost interest and quickly put on a smile, saying flatteringly, "Brother, we are family. I was just joking with you just now. This is your home. You can come anytime you want. I am always ready to cook for you. Is that okay? Don't be angry."

"That's what you said." Tang Xiaobao said cunningly, "Then I'll bring someone here when I want to eat next time."

"Just come alone, why do you always need to bring people with you?" the fat man said bitterly.

He was asked to cook for Tang Xiaobao, but he endured it because he needed help from others.

But who else is qualified to enjoy such treatment?

Zhao Haiyang was very excited when he heard this. He finally saw the God of Cookery in person again, and heard the God of Cookery say so many words. It was just like a fan seeing his idol. It was so exciting.

He looked at Tang Xiaobao and was already full of admiration for him.

Good guy, dare to threaten the divine food?

The key point is that the God of Cookery had to apologize to him and told him that he could come whenever he wanted in the future. This was really an honor.

More powerful than many heads of state!

The God of Cookery had arrived, and Zhao Haiyang had to greet him. He stood up, bowed to the God of Cookery, and nervously introduced himself: "Hello, Mr. Zhu, I am Zhao Haiyang, and my grandfather is Zhao Pingchuan."

The fat man glanced at him and said "oh".

Zhao Pingchuan is very famous in the country, but unfortunately, the fat man is a hermit and doesn't even know him.

When Tang Xiaobao saw that Zhao Haiyang had hit a snag, he almost laughed out loud.

Hey, what are the Four Young Masters of Yanjing? They are all trash. He is Marshal Tianpeng. Will he recognize you?

Also, it’s no use bringing up your grandfather, people still won’t recognize him.

Zhao Haiyang was quite shocked, as if he had been slapped in the face.

But he had to respect the God of Food. He couldn't just swing his fists at him. If his family found out, they would skin him alive and force him to come and apologize.

The fat man chatted with Tang Xiaobao for a few words and said, "Since you are here, how can I accept your money? You are welcome to come again in the future. I have something to do, so I will leave first. Wait for my call."

As he said this, his heart was bleeding.

He didn't dare to stay any longer. He knew Tang Xiaobao's character very well. He might try to trick him into giving away some treasure again.

So, he had to get away.

Tang Xiaobao was still shouting from behind: "Goodbye, I won't see you off. Remember to call me and don't keep me waiting too long. My patience is limited."

Zhao Haiyang sat down, looking depressed.

"What? Are you upset?" Tang Xiaobao laughed and said, "It's okay. I'll help you get revenge later and deal with him. Otherwise, I'll bring you here for free meals some other time and eat him out of his money."

Zhao Haiyang sighed: "Brother, you are really my dear brother. I will rely on you from now on. You are so powerful. With such a relationship, no one would dare to touch you even if you walked around the country, let alone Yanjing."

Tang Xiaobao was surprised: "Oh my god, no way, he really has such a big face? He's just a cook, right?"

"cook?"

Zhao Haiyang gritted his teeth and said, "He's a culinary god. Many heads of state have to ask him for favors. The leader I followed at the time also came here, gave gifts, and bowed. That was truly a courtesy. In the end, he still didn't get to eat the food he cooked."

Speaking of food, Zhao Haiyang looked down at the dining table, swallowed his saliva, and suddenly smiled.

"To be honest, I'm also enjoying the treatment of a super-leader. Come on, come on, eat some food."

Zhao Haiyang looked like he hadn't eaten for three years. He had no manners at all and ate voraciously.

Tang Xiaobao also became anxious: "Damn it, you didn't even leave some for me, wait..."