Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 975 Stewardess Uniform
Chen Ming went to the airport to wait first, and Yang Song went home to pick up Meng Shihan and Shen Huaizhao.

He called Meng Shihan several times in the car, but Meng Shihan didn't answer.

No choice but to go upstairs.

The door of the room is actually open, could it be that a thief has broken in?There were really rustling sounds in Meng Shihan's bedroom.

Yang Song deliberately stepped lightly, held the fruit knife, opened the door and rushed in.

Before entering the door, he had thought of everything, but he did not expect to see such a scene.

Meng Shihan was wearing a sky blue stewardess uniform, with crossed legs, leaning on the bed, looking at him with winking eyes.

"Does it look good?"

Yang Song was speechless, and couldn't help touching his nose: Fortunately, there was no nosebleed.

"Sir, welcome to take this flight. It is our honor to be selected by you to spend the journey together." The opening and closing of Meng Shihan's cherry pink lips reminded Yang Song of jelly, soft and slippery, making people want to inhale in one gulp mouth.

Meng Shihan stretched out her arms, and raised her jade hands slightly like an orchid.This action made her blouse a little tight.

"Are you boarding the plane?" Her enchanting waist straightened slightly, she knelt up, and Meng Shihan took Yang Song's hands and kissed them.

"Well, where did you get the clothes?" Yang Song felt a little thirsty.

She held his hand and put it on her shoulder: "Isn't it pretty?"

How could it not look good?Is there a better-looking uniform in this world than a stewardess uniform?
Yang Song hehe: "Well, Chen Ming is waiting."

Meng Shihan hugged his waist and rolled on the bed: "It's still early, don't you want to experience it?"

Yang Song reflexively wanted to back away, Meng Shihan raised his long legs, hooked in, and pressed him on the bed.

She seems to be riding a horse, high above, holding Yang Song down, got a small leather whip from somewhere, and flicked a beautiful whip flower in the air.

"What are you hiding? I'm not pretty enough?"

Meng Shihan couldn't understand Yang Song's point the most. They were both unmarried couples, and he always hid what he did, just to prevent her from eating it.

Meng Shihan also made Yang Song puzzled: what is she doing?Are you still mad at me?Why did you start doing this all of a sudden?
"If you don't give me an explanation today, you won't be allowed to go there!" Meng Shihan was a little angry.

Yang Song in a dilemma: "We are not married yet—"

"Just because of this?" Meng Shihan instinctively didn't believe it, and then thought that the other party was Yang Song. This man likes to talk about rules the most, it seems not unusual, even normal.

"Well, the bridal chamber can only be done on a wedding night." Yang Song really wanted to strangle the system to death.

"Warning warning, the host still has to explore the road of the king of kitchen gods, beauty is also one of the temptations, please take the initiative to overcome the host."

"According to the test of this system, Meng Shihan does not have the qualifications to become the King of Kitchen God. Her aptitude is not qualified. The host asks you to overcome, please overcome, you overcome, overcome, obey..."

Yang Song: I have a sentence to send to you.

"Then when will we get married?" After Meng Shihan asked, she realized that she had actually proposed first.

Yang Song: "A man should propose marriage, Xiaohan, do you know that?"

"What?" As long as Yang Song spoke to her in a serious manner, Meng Shihan couldn't help but lose her mind. This is the so-called dizziness.

Yang Song moved his body quietly: "You are beautiful."

"Yeah." Love words are always nice to listen to.

Yang Song said again: "You are also very cute."

"Go ahead." Meng Shihan's eyes blurred.

Finally Yang Song held her face and said, "I like you."

"Well, me too." Meng Shihan was particularly moved.

"Then change clothes, let's eat mutton together?"

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Yang Song nodded in satisfaction, exited the room, immediately ran to the bathroom to take a combat shower, changed his clothes from inside to outside, and waited in the living room for another 5 minutes until Meng Shihan, who was wearing normal clothes, arrived.

The young couple went downstairs together, and after they got into the elevator, Yang Song thought: "I forgot to call Huai Zhao."

Shen Huaizhao's legs were almost healed.

"Xiao Shen is already waiting for us at the airport."

"Why did she leave first?"

Meng Shihan raised her hand to pinch the soft flesh on Yang Song's waist again, but she still couldn't pinch it. She lost her temper and pinched it a few more times, but she still couldn't pinch it.

Yang Song smiled, took her hand and put it on her small arm: "Come pinch here."

She made trouble for no reason, and he was still used to it, so Meng Shihan's anger couldn't rise.

Why did Shen Huaizhao go first in the car?

Of course it was Meng Shihan's plan, she planned to seduce Yang Song, of course the world of two is the most suitable.

Chen Ming received Shen Huaizhao first, and wondered: "Why did you come first?"

Shen Huaizhao's pretty face blushed: "Brother Song and Sister Han have something to do."

"Oh, I see." Chen Ming said.

"What do you know?" Shen Huaizhao was shocked: "I didn't say anything."

Chen Ming laughed like a fox who just stole a chicken: "Why didn't you say anything? You obviously said everything."

"I I I..."

This time came, Yang Song helped Shen Menghan board the plane with one hand, and patted Chen Ming on the head with the other: "Don't bully Huai Zhao, she is still a little girl."

In his heart, Yang Song always regarded Shen Huaizhao as his little sister.

Sister control, everywhere.

Chen Ming approached meanly and asked, "Brother Song, is your chastity still there? The time is coming soon."

Yang Song: "Get out!"

The plane took off, and people were infinitely close to the blue sky and white clouds. Yang Song was a little crazy at this moment.

The vision of the private jet is much better than that of the passenger plane. Yang Song is almost wrapped in a piece of blue, and the clouds like white lotus flowers not far away seem to be within reach.

At this moment, Yang Song suddenly wanted to cook.

Instead of cooking those dishes that he would have made, there are many dishes that he has just eaten but has not received a systematic recipe.

Braised lamb in brown sauce, lotus leaf elbow, mullet egg soup, dry boiled cloud, hibiscus egg custard, smoked salmon, a hundred birds and so on.

When he thought of the taste of those dishes, he would cook them.

It seems to be self-taught, but it seems not.

Yang Song's sense of taste is outstanding, as long as he tastes it, he will know the advantages and disadvantages of the dish, even the ingredients. Now that Yang Song thinks of a certain dish and knows the taste, he knows how to cook the dish.

How to cook a dish, as long as he has tasted it, he will know how to cook it.

"Ding, congratulations to the host, who took the initiative to touch the threshold of the God of Cooking - taste it."

"The progress of the host has surprised the system. Please continue to work hard to become the king of God of Cooking as soon as possible."

"The host is the fastest-growing person this system has encountered in thousands of years. This system really didn't misunderstand you."

"Because the host took the initiative to understand and taste it, this system sent a super gift bag with the portable space, host, do you want to receive the reward?"

The space is so cool.

Yang Song chose to receive it without hesitation.

"Ding, the rewards have been distributed, please check with the host."

"Check it." A small house immediately appeared in Yang Song's consciousness.

"The built-in space of the host is 40 meters long, [-] meters wide, and [-] meters high, with an area of ​​[-] square meters and a volume of [-] cubic meters. It is well ventilated and can have up to six hours of sunshine every day. The host can control it independently according to the specific situation. .”

"This space can only be presented in the consciousness of the host. The host can store items according to his will. Items can only be dead objects without signs of life, such as kitchen utensils such as kitchen knives, or fruits, vegetables, and melons."

(End of this chapter)