In a Hongqi L5, the aroma of chicken and fried rice in the car has dissipated, but a slightly different smell can still be smelled.
Yan Jianguo took the thermos cup and took a sip of hot tea.
He let out a sigh of relief, feeling deeply moved.
"Huh... It's been a while since I've eaten so much at once. The fried rice is a little greasy. I wonder if my stomach can handle it."
Although he had finished eating the fried rice more than half an hour ago, he still felt bloated.
For a man in his seventies, it was quite good that he could eat a huge portion of spicy chicken fried rice.
Zhao Hai, who was sitting in the driver's seat, was secretly shocked. He had already told Yan Jun about this matter.
Zhao Hai, who has followed Mr. Yan for five years, serves as both his bodyguard and driver.
He was very familiar with Mr. Yan, an old man who was both serious and kind.
Even when Mr. Yan was having dinner with bigwigs in a certain field, he would always remember his driver.
Mr. Yan would deliberately remind those people that my driver Zhao Hai cannot go hungry.
Anyone who understands a little bit can understand what Mr. Yan said.
While I am dining with you, I cannot leave my driver behind, I have to make arrangements for Zhao Hai.
Zhao Hai has eaten almost all the delicacies from land and sea that Old Yan has eaten.
Just half an hour ago, he and Mr. Yan had eaten spicy chicken fried rice together.
When Zhao Hai first saw that it was fried rice, he was dismissive of it, thinking it was some kind of delicacy that could make Old Yan personally queue up to buy it. He also didn't think that Old Yan could eat such greasy fried rice.
It was because Mr. Yan had a poor appetite and could not eat much. He was also very picky about food. He would not eat anything too spicy, too greasy, or too sweet...
Even Yan Jun, the boss of Longyao Group, one of the four major conglomerates in Long Country, would worry about this.
However, most people cannot finish the large portion of spicy chicken fried rice, but Mr. Yan miraculously finished it!
For this, Zhao Hai was shocked!
Then, he couldn't help but start eating fried rice.
As soon as he took a bite, he understood why Mr. Yan could eat this bowl of fried rice for the first time in his life.
It’s really appetizing and goes well with rice!
The spicy taste stimulates the taste buds, then goes along the throat to wake up the sluggish stomach. After a few bites, the stomach feels warm.
Although it was a bit spicy, both Mr. Yan and Zhao Hai were from Hunan Province, and they felt it was just right. They couldn't stop eating it once they started.
They didn't sigh until they finished the large portion of fried rice.
"It's so comfortable. Not only does it not feel greasy or off-putting, but the chicken is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, making every bite an ultimate enjoyment.
With the allure of the sauce and chicken blood, every bite of fried rice is irresistible."
Zhao Hai knew that as Mr. Yan's son, Yan Jun was very concerned about his father's health.
He had been instructed by Yan Jun that if there was any food that Old Yan showed a tendency to eat, he should report it immediately.
Now seeing Mr. Yan's reaction, he was absolutely certain that this was the delicacy that Mr. Yan loved to eat.
Sure enough, at this moment, Mr. Yan's phone rang, [The brat is calling! ]
Mr. Yan glanced at his phone and felt a little indignant.
He still remembers his old father!? He's not afraid that an old man like me will starve to death on the highway!?
Fortunately, I met Jiang Yang selling fried rice at a stall in the traffic jam, otherwise I, an old man, would really be starving.
"What could possibly keep you, a busy man, from calling me when you have time?!"
On the phone, Yan Jun sensed his father's unhappy tone and immediately explained:
"Oh, Dad, don't say that. I'm always thinking about you even when I have no time.
Didn’t I just find out that you like spicy chicken fried rice?
I asked the chef at home to prepare it, just waiting for you to come home and taste it."
Old Yan frowned on his brow, which was full of marks. He didn't believe that the chef at home could make food that tasted as good as Jiang Yang's.
"Bullshit, you're just trying to fool me.
Don’t I know what kind of tricks they can do?
What I like to eat is the taste of what Jiang Yang makes. They haven’t come to taste it and learn the cooking skills from the young man, so how can they make the same taste?
I don’t like what they cook. If you want to eat it, eat it yourself. I can’t eat it.”
Listening to Mr. Yan's stubborn words, Yan Jun's helpless tone came from the phone:
“Oh, okay, okay.
Since you, Dad, are so fond of the spicy chicken made by Jiang Yang, can I recruit him as our family chef? "
Zhao Hai, who was listening on the side, had eaten the delicious food made by the chef from Yan's family. Although it tasted good, it was still not as good as Jiang Yang's fried rice.
He chatted with the chef and learned that their monthly salary was 100,000 yuan.
Zhao Hai had an idea. He felt that Jiang Yang was such a young man, and he would definitely be happy to accept such a job if he could get it before he even graduated.
But Mr. Yan was a man of broad vision and foresight, and he rejected Yan Jun outright:
"Hey, your chef is so promising!? He always uses this as a bargaining chip to recruit others.
Jiang Yang can make such delicious food. If he opens a private restaurant anywhere in the future, maybe rich people and celebrities will make appointments to taste it. Not only can he make money, but he can also make many connections.
Does he need you as his personal chef?"
On the phone, Yan Jun was jealous. He couldn't understand why his father took so much care of a strange young man, while he was being despised for this and that.
Is it just because Jiang Yang’s spicy chicken fried rice won the old man’s heart?
Elder Yan continued, "You know about Jiang Yang's situation, right?
He accepted the admission to Shanghai University of Science and Technology.
Humph~, Li Zhen is quite smart.
After knowing that the school had an uneducated student union president, he gave Jiang Yang the qualification to continue his studies in order to restore the school's reputation.
But on the Internet, many people think this is unfair and believe it is a shady deal.
They are all narrow-minded people. I didn't want to meddle in their business, but I think Jiang Yang is a good guy.
Don't you have a program to support college students starting their own businesses? I heard the funding is decent, up to 10 million yuan.
It just so happens that you give Jiang Yang the quota for the support plan, and as for funding, you can just give him the maximum amount.
A young freshman has received tens of millions of dollars in funding to start a business. This clearly proves Jiang Yang's talent potential, which will definitely shut up most people.
Only the voice of the father and son on the phone could be heard in the car, but when they heard Mr. Yan's bizarre request, there was a gasp from the other side.
“Dad, do you have to pamper him so much!?
Isn't Jiang Yang just a freshman who can cook? Is it necessary?
Besides, you're not familiar with him, right?
Besides, how can he start a business? Setting up a stall?
Mr. Yan's temper immediately flared up, and he slapped the phone several times, as if he was beating his son.
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