Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1057 I went to live in a big villa
Yang Song conducted a 3-minute education session, feeling a little tired, and wanted to take a bath and have a good sleep.

It's a pity that the upstairs room only has a shower room and no bathtub.

Suddenly he remembered that he had bought a villa today, so he could take Meng Shihan and Shen Huaizhao to live in the villa.

"I'm going to find my girlfriend, you two single dogs have a good time to reflect and reflect."

After Yang Song left, the two of them continued to eat.

Meng Shijia said: "Brother Ming, my stomach is full, I can't seem to eat."

Chen Ming circled around with a bowl in his hand: "You can't just eat, you have to increase the amount of exercise, and the more you consume, the more you can eat."

"Why didn't I think of that?"

"You eat too much, simple walking is useless, and you can't have strenuous exercise, learn from me, put your toes on tiptoe, walk slowly in the first lap, and then speed up, it is best to cooperate with upper limb exercise, primary school students exercise between classes It's a good thing." Chen Ming is quite experienced in this.

"Brother Ming, your aristocratic school also does radio gymnastics?"

"This is what Brother Song taught me."

Chen Ming was obsessed with Yang Song's food at the beginning, so he didn't have any digestive problems.

Who made this product eat too much?

Speaking of which, Chen Ming is the only person in Baifeng Pavilion whose number of barbecues is restricted by Yang Song.

As a result, as long as this guy has nothing to eat, his heart will be lonely and his mouth will be lonely.

Yang Song grabbed him for morning exercises, and Chen Mingneng tied himself to a street lamp, but he didn't run more than 100 meters.

Since then, Yang Song has given up and taught several sets of radio gymnastics.

"Only with good health and a long life, can we live and eat forever."

This sentence definitely played a key role.

Chen Ming now does three sets of radio gymnastics every day, at least twenty times.

Sometimes at night I go out to dance square dances with my aunts.

"Eat and drink well, everyone."

Yang Song, who didn't go far, could hear clearly: "I hate myself for having such outstanding hearing." '

The partner's dream is so simple, what else can he do?
Yang Song resolutely went to Meng Shihan, and met Shen Huaizhao first: "Xiao Zhao, pack up, we are moving, we will live there today, just bring some simple luggage, and we will find someone to help us move tomorrow."

The villa is ready to move in with your bags.

Meng Shihan was also extremely tired, and was relaxing in the massage chair upstairs.

Hearing Yang Song's footsteps, she was about to sit up immediately, regardless of the massage chair.

When Yang Song came in, he saw her wrestling with the massage chair.

Go straight over and press the switch.

"This massage chair is old, let's move to another place for massage, you go and pack your things, let's move to another place to live."

Meng Shihan blinked: "Do you want to move back to my house?"

Girlfriend can't guess what I did!
An inexplicable joy filled Yang Song's heart: "No, I bought a small house, which is very cozy."

Meng Shihan didn't understand: "What is there to live in in a small house?" '

But her boyfriend bought it, even if it is a small house, she has to show face.

"Then I'll go clean up."

Yang Song added: "Don't take too many things, we'll just stay here tonight, and we'll talk about moving tomorrow."

Meng Shihan didn't want to live in a small house, and the housing price in Los Angeles was not high in terms of the whole country, and it was definitely not low.

Often good properties are almost booked as soon as they come out.

The rest are either the first floor or the second floor, or the side households on the top floor facing the road. The floors are poor and the room types are poor.

Even the fine decoration advertised by the developer is very poor for Meng Shihan.

"I guess I don't have any furniture, and I don't know what's so good about a small house."

Yang Song is the fastest to pack things, just bring a change of clothes.

Meng Shihan dawdled for a long time before going out with a small leather bag.

"Honey, do we really have to move in tonight? The new house actually smells badly of paint, and the formaldehyde from the furniture probably hasn't been cleaned up."

"Don't worry, I didn't buy furniture at all."

"what?"

Yang Song pushed Meng Shihan out, it was soft and elastic to the touch, really suitable for hugging in his arms.

"Then what should we sleep in? Although the weather is still a little hot, we can't sleep on the ground, we will catch cold."

"don’t worry!"

The bag Shen Huaizhao was carrying was the biggest, the pink knit bag made her petite and exquisite.

"I brought the book." Shen Huaizhao explained cautiously, perhaps because he noticed the eyes of Yang Song and Meng Shihan.

"It's good, that place is very suitable for studying." Yang Song shouted towards the sky: "Chen Ming, come out and drive!"

"Here we come." Chen Ming ran over on his feet from a distance.

Yang Song felt his teeth hurt, so he couldn't help but recorded a short video, and then passed it to Chen Ming's father.

After finally getting off work early, Chen Dahai, who was sitting comfortably on the sofa soaking his feet, heard the ringtone of the message and waved, and a servant immediately handed over the phone to him.

On the way, he was cut off by Zhao Yufen.

"When is this, is there still someone sending you a message? It's still a QQ message!"

"Which little vixen sent it?"

Chen Dahai was still puzzled: "Who will send me QQ messages?"

Zhao Yufen clicked on it, and she saw the video of her own son being silly.

The wife of the richest man, who had benefited from the maintenance, also felt her teeth sore in an instant.

This idiot was actually born by her.

"What did you send?" Chen Dahai was a little puzzled, and he stretched his neck to look: Well, silly son.

"Fuck, what is he doing?"

Chen Dahai gritted his teeth.

Yang Song's explanation has also arrived: You should look at the young master and tell him to eat less, as he can't digest much energy by stepping on his feet.

All understood.

Bang!

Chen Dahai kicked the footbath over and covered his feet in pain: "This idiot is actually my son!"

Li Yufen: Hey, respond with me.

"Standing on a horse is an only child!"

What the hell did he do in his last life?

"Call this bastard back, lock him up, ask a few more bodyguards to watch over him, go on a diet!"

Li Yufen squinted at him: "If you really bring him back, he will dare to call the police."

"It's only natural for me to teach my son, but I'm still afraid that he will call the police?"

"Then what about his hunger strike?"

Chen Dahai choked.

Chen Ming can really do it.

The sons of other wealthy families would never dare to disobey their father like this, but Chen Ming, the only son of the Chen family, dared.

"What should we do now?" Chen Dahai had no choice but to deal with his only son.

"What else can we do? The two of us retire and spend time with our son every day. Maybe he will be fine."

Speaking of Chen Ming's habit of eating and drinking, it's actually their parents' fault.

The Chen family made a fortune early, but unfortunately they have no foundation.

He took Chen Ming to the city early and went to a noble primary school, where he had the best food, clothing, housing and transportation.

The two of them were busy running around the country all day long, and spent much more time in the sky than with Chen Ming.

The nannies and bodyguards hired by the Chen family didn't care about anything at all, Chen Ming lived in the big villa and was often hungry and full.

Over time, he developed a habit of overeating.

When Chen Dahai and his wife found out, it was half a year later that they met their fat and ugly son.

The couple were so scared that they sent Chen Ming to the hospital. After a year of treatment, Chen Ming stopped overeating and lost weight.

However, since then, Chen Ming has become extremely picky about food.

Just eat two more bites of delicious food. Food that doesn't suit your appetite is too much at a glance.

(End of this chapter)