The rich and powerful family: Leng Shao, please don't tease!

"The boss is here now, is there something wrong?"

In front of the bar, while mixing drinks, Tang He raised his eyes and asked Lin Weiwei.

"Oh, I'm... fine."

Seeing that the dining table in the bar was clean and tidy, and looking around again, the guests at the ten tables were also enjoying the food in a gentle voice, Lin rubbed his stomach slightly, and said with a smile: "Just Come here for a stroll. Uncle He, you can call me Wei Wei, boss or something, it sounds awkward."

"Okay, Wei Wei."

Noticing Lin Weiwei's small movements, Tang He smiled and pushed the mixed wine in front of Lin Weiwei, turned around and bent down, took out the cutting board and a lot of bottles and cans from the cabinet, and turned around to take them out of the safe. There are dozens of ingredients.

Electronic scale filter, measuring spoon measuring cup colander dropper...

It was clearly a kitchen dining table, but under Tang He's hands, it felt a bit like a laboratory.

In the melodious and flowing light music, the voices of the diners could not be heard. Lin Weiwei looked at the movements of Tang He's men, as if he had seen some breathtaking performance, and the whole process was petrified.

And Tang He, in the whole process, was like a chef, like a physicist, and even more like a magician.

When the six dishes of daily food appeared in front of Lin Weiwei, Lin Weiwei still didn't recover.

Looking at the light green and light pink Japanese ingredients on the plate, which are so elegant but make people want to take a quick bite, Lin Weiwei raised his eyes to Tang He, and couldn't help giving a thumbs up, "Uncle He, you are too good!"

Tang He smiled and shook his head, "It's all just pediatrics."

As he said that, he glanced at Lin Weiwei, who was eating delicious food, and Tang He asked back: "Molecular cuisine, have you heard of it?"

Lin Weiwei nodded like a chicken pecking rice, "I have heard of it. However, most of the famous people are abroad, domestic, I haven't heard of it, so I always say that I have the opportunity to go abroad to see and see."

Taking a sip of the wine, feeling the peculiar taste spread from the tip of the tongue to the chest and abdomen, evolving thousands of fresh tastes and sensations, Lin Weiwei looked at Tang He with admiration, "I finally know that those high-ranking students in China Why are people not famous anymore? I guess they are all like you, hiding their secrets and hiding in the city."

Hidden in the city?

Hearing Lin Weiwei's words, Tang He was stunned for a moment, his thoughts were a little precarious.

Lin Weiwei quietly finished six dishes of Japanese food, and almost finished a glass of wine, Tang He came back to his senses.

Subconsciously raised his eyes to look at the clock on the table, only to realize that his ecstasy lasted for half an hour, and during this half hour, the girl in front of her didn't open her mouth, and regarded herself as air. Accompanying him quietly, Tang He felt an inexplicable warmth in his heart.

"Are you full? What else do you want to eat?"

Tang He asked.

"That's enough, thank you Uncle He."

Smiling and shaking her head, Lin Weiwei winked at Tang He playfully, "Uncle He, just now, the past is like smoke?"

Tang He laughed and shook his head, Lin Weiwei pushed the glass of wine that Tang He hadn't finished just now, in front of him, "Uncle He, I have wine, do you have a story?"

"Story..."

Tang He pondered.

Tell her that the top assassin who made several Southeast Asian countries fearful almost went mad because of love and hatred, and then retired to the world and hid in City A?

Still, tell her that after retiring from the rivers and lakes, he was not idle, and he had bloodbathed all the people on the road around City A, and then he became the "Master Tang" in those people's mouths, and this Lord Tang, the biggest Dream, in fact, is to be a cook?

The girl's eyes were clear, and her eyes made people want to talk, but Tang He smiled and shook his head, "It's just plain and simple. Where did so many stories come from? When you're full, go back to sleep." Well, it's getting late..."

Seeing that the mysterious uncle who was glowing all over just now turned into a nagging middle-aged man in an instant, Lin Weiwei slid down the stool with some disappointment, "Okay, we'll talk about it next time."