Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1061 The Small Team Has Arrived

Charlie angrily ate steak at the hotel, drank red wine, spitting out fragrance on the Internet, keyboard warrior level four little stars.

"Yang Song, you actually look down on me so much, don't blame me for being rude!"

"When I enter your store tomorrow and order food, you will know what a disaster is!"

"Hmph, I must make you stupid Chinese pay the price."

"Make you look down on me!"

……

What he didn't know was that Yang Song was quite strange to him: he had never heard of it, never seen it, and was just a stranger who had never met in the journey of life.

Charlie cursed all kinds of things here, but Yang Song didn't even sneeze.

"Sure enough, after owning a villa, I feel that the surroundings are much quieter, the living space is larger, and I feel that life is more free."

A very simple example.

On the first day of moving into the villa, Yang Song thought about it and got together with Meng Shihan. Anyway, they will be together sooner or later.

Some things can be done sooner rather than later.

As a result, so many things happened last night, Yang Song felt that it was not a good time to be with Meng Shihan yet.

Specifically, Meng Shihan's aunt came the second day after moving into the villa.

She didn't allow Yang Song to approach her at all, let alone satisfy his wish to sleep on the same bed.

"Xiaohan, you are not feeling well, I can accompany you." Yang Song still knows that girls will feel a little uncomfortable when they reach the letter date, such as abdominal pain and backache.

"I boiled brown sugar water for you and fed it to you."

Meng Shihan is usually strong, able to fly a Chen Ming with one leg, but when she is weak, she can only huddle under the quilt, very delicate and distressing, like a crabapple flower in the drizzle and breeze.

Yang Song was eager to take care of Meng Shihan, so he fed him brown sugar water one mouthful at a time. Meng Shihan's complexion improved a lot, and she leaned in Yang Song's arms like a baby.

After feeding the brown sugar water, Yang Song wanted to accompany Meng Shihan, um, lie down with her for a while.

After all, the beauty is picturesque, the nephrite jade is warm and fragrant, and it is very suitable to lie down together in my arms.

"No?" Yang Song was surprised: Is this still my Xiaohan?
In the past, Meng Shihan would come up with a book of beauty tricks in order to sleep with Yang Song.

Now, Yang Song took the initiative to deliver it to her door, but she didn't want it.

"Why?" Could it be that his charm has declined?
No, absolutely impossible.

That's Meng Shihan's change of heart?

That's even more unlikely.

"Don't ask, get out, and try not to come to me these few days." Meng Shihan only felt that she couldn't take a bath or wash her hair for five or six days, so she must be disheveled.

How could Yang Song see this?

"But you're not feeling well, I have to take care of you."

"I'm much better." Meng Shihan didn't have the nerve to tell Yang Song that she took a cold bath afterwards, otherwise her body wouldn't have such a violent reaction.

"I'll look for you again in a few days." Meng Shihan confessed: "You are not allowed to look for me until I look for you."

Yang Song more or less guessed what Meng Shihan was thinking.

In the past few days of each month, Meng Shihan was like this.

"You've never felt so uncomfortable before. I don't feel relieved if I'm not with you." Yang Song also wondered.

Logically speaking, Meng Shihan's body has been conditioned very well after eating so much soup and water that he made, and she shouldn't be so uncomfortable during the letter period.

"Did you steal a cold drink?"

"No." She just took a cold bath.

"Then why?" He still held onto it.

Meng Shihan thought for a while and then admitted: "I ate a few ice creams."

Admitting to eating a cold drink seems to be more face-saving than admitting to taking a cold bath.

"Don't you remember when I was a child? How many times have I told you? Tell me what you want to eat, and I will make it for you. Why do you secretly eat cold drinks?" Yang Song was so angry: "When can I eat? I Why don't you know?"

Yang Song knew exactly how the cold drinks were in the store.

The high temperature has continued in recent days. In order to prevent everyone from heatstroke, Yang Song turned the sour plum soup in the store into a gift for others.

Occasionally, mung bean soup is also sold.

These two cold soups are very popular with diners.

Chen Ming and Meng Shijia often secretly drank.

Yang Song ignored this at all, and didn't even bother to turn a blind eye.

The two single dogs drank secretly without even wiping their mouths clean.

But they still had good eyesight, secretly drinking by themselves, and knew to save some for Meng Shihan and Shen Huaizhao.

Yang Song didn't talk about them anymore.

After all, the weather is really hot.

The two of them can be regarded as long-term free workers. As a capitalist, Yang Song felt that if he didn't pay wages, he couldn't even give him a mouthful of soup.

"The cold drink soup in the store has a portion. After delivering to the diners, Chen Ming and Meng Shijia finish drinking. You and Huai Zhao only have three or four bowls at most. You won't feel uncomfortable if you drink that little soup."

Soft cold drinks can effectively suppress heatstroke, and they are not so cold.

"I ate some ice cream outside." At this moment, Meng Shihan felt that she had found a father instead of a boyfriend.

Her own father never cared about her like that.

"How many?" Yang Song's business suddenly increased.

"Two, two or three." Meng Shihan couldn't help but feel guilty, and she didn't know if it was because she was lying or because she had a cold drink.

"Crazy, crazy, how can you eat so much?" Yang Song ran away in the room.

Suddenly, he rushed out.

After a while, he ran back again, holding a warm water bottle and a waist protector in his hands.

"Tie it to your stomach, don't use too much force, choose the most comfortable force for you." Yang Song handed the thing to Meng Shihan.

She couldn't tie it right.

"Let me do it." He attached the warm water bag to the lower abdomen of his woman, then wrapped it with a waist protection ribbon, wrapped it around the thin waist twice, and finally tied it lightly.

Not much movement, and nothing difficult.

It's Meng Shihan who is so obedient and well-behaved, and Yang Song can't help but think of a sentence: she is delicate and weak and easy to overthrow.

Meng Shihan is really easy to be pushed down now.Yang Song really can't push her down.

He has to endure.

"In the waist protector, I put a lot of broken wormwood and scalded it with hot water. The breath and heat of the wormwood are good for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. After a good night's sleep, the pain will soon be relieved."

Meng Shihan was very moved: "My boyfriend is not only handsome, but also a warm guy. I am so happy."

For such an honest description, Yang Song accepted everything and said, "Then can I stay?"

"No." Meng Shihan immediately rolled up the quilt, only revealing a pair of eyes: "Go back to your room early."

Cruel woman.

Yang Song tried to make the last effort: "Actually, I can just stay with you and do nothing else."

Anyway, the bed is quite big, and there is enough space for him to sleep one more.

"No, you can leave now." Meng Shihan was really much more comfortable, and could kick Yang Song's ass through the quilt.

Yang Song grabbed her little feet, bent down, rescued his fiancée's little face, and kissed her carefully.

"Got to give me some interest."

"Go away!" Meng Shihan's face was flushed, even her neck and ears were red, and she was almost familiar.

So casual, no wonder I took a cold shower last night.

Before Yang Song left, he left a sentence: "I will move back when you are finished."

"I know, I know." If she didn't leave, she couldn't help it.

(End of this chapter)