The strongest chef in the three worlds

Chapter 549 Saying You Are Fat and Panting

At the moment when the thin needle was taken out, Song Zhengming finally let out a long breath.

However, before he could finish his breath, the fortune teller yelled again in a cold voice: "Hurry up and thank the Immortal! If the Immortal is not so magnanimous, I will definitely teach you a lesson today!"

Hearing what the fortune teller said, Song Zhengming's heart twitched suddenly.

A strong sense of humiliation hit his heart instantly.

Let him thank Chen Yan?
He and Chen Yan are already in the same situation, and he wants to thank Chen Yan?

Song Zhengming clenched his loose teeth again, even louder than before, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

He wanted to yell "fuck it" but he didn't dare!
He knew that with this roar, he didn't feel so aggrieved in his heart, but he would definitely be in pain again.

Song Zhengming's sweaty and bloody cheeks twitched uncontrollably.

"Why? Still unwilling to thank the Great Immortal?"

Seeing Song Zhengming lying there motionless and not speaking, the fortune teller's face suddenly collapsed.

Song Zhengming's heart twitched, as if the painful feeling had returned.

At this time, Huang Shuying on the side quietly tugged at the corner of his clothes, and kept giving him winks, signaling him to apologize to Chen Yan immediately. After all, a good man doesn't suffer from immediate losses!
Song Zhengming's face was ashen, but he was still hesitating.

Chen Yan glanced at Song Zhengming lightly, but did not speak again.

Song Zhengming thanked himself, and he deserved it!
Song Zhengming had to be taught a lesson, otherwise, it would not be a problem for him to always rely on him being Song Liyue's second uncle to spit shit in front of him!

"Zhengming, if Chen Yan hadn't spoken just now, the old god would not have let it go so easily! Hurry up and thank Chen Yan!"

At this time, the voice of the old lady rang in Song Zhengming's ears.

"Mom, I listen to you!"

Song Zhengming found himself a step down, looked up at Chen Yan, with a cold light in his eyes, and almost squeezed out two words from between his teeth, "Thank you!"

"The voice is too low, I didn't hear it!" Chen Yan replied lightly.

Hearing Chen Yan's words, the fortune teller's expression sank again, as if he wanted to teach Song Zhengming a lesson again.

Seeing this, Song Zhengming trembled all over his body, forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and shouted unwillingly: "Thank you!"

"It's almost there!"

Chen Yan hummed softly: "Although I don't feel your sincerity, for the sake of Liyue and the old lady, I won't argue with you!"

Listening to Chen Yan's words, Song Zhengming couldn't help but grit his teeth with hatred.

But he only dared to scold Chen Yan in his heart.

Seeing that Song Zhengming finally thanked him, and that Chen Yan didn't mean to argue with him, the fortune teller gave up.

Huang Shuying hurriedly helped Song Zhengming, who was humming with anger, quietly glanced at the fortune teller, then looked at her husband with a complicated expression, and persuaded in a low voice: "Zhengming, you know that this old fairy is very powerful, maybe Chen Yan is really a reincarnation of a god, let's not provoke him in the future..."

"No!" Song Zhengming gritted his teeth and growled.

He and Chen Yan haven't settled their accounts yet, how could they let Chen Yan go like this?
Even if he believed in the fortune teller again, he still didn't believe that Chen Yan was really an immortal.

Hearing Song Zhengming's words, Huang Shuying panicked inexplicably, and wanted to persuade her again, but she still didn't say it out.

She knew that Song Zhengming was angry now, no matter how much she tried to persuade him, Song Zhengming would not listen.

Seeing Song Zhengming's resigned appearance, the fortune teller couldn't help but snorted, and said coldly: "Remember what I said when I told you the fortune before, you have a noble person in your destiny, and whether you can grasp it depends on yourself It is! If you can grasp it, you will naturally turn danger into good luck in this life, and you will have endless glory and wealth! If you can't grasp it, being able to live in the world is already the best result for you!"

Ok?
Hearing the fortune-telling, several people couldn't help but be taken aback.

Did this fortune teller say this when he told Song Zhengming's fortune before?
Suddenly, Chen Yan understood why Song Zhengming had to kneel and lick Huang Tiandao.

He probably thought that Huang Tiandao was the nobleman that the fortune teller told him, right?
Song Zhengming gritted his teeth and glanced at the fortune teller, but he didn't speak.

It was the old lady, with a thoughtful look on her face.

After pondering for a while, the old lady stepped forward and said respectfully to the fortune teller, "Old Immortal, can I have a chat with you alone?"

The fortune teller shook his head and said, "I've said what should be said and what should not be said! Believe it or not, it's all up to you."

Unwilling, the old lady pleaded softly again, "I'm just talking to you briefly, and I won't waste your time for too long."

The fortune teller shook his head again, and said coldly: "I took your money, and I am only responsible for fortune-telling, and I have no obligation to chat with you."

Rejected by the fortune teller again, the old lady immediately showed embarrassment.

The fortune teller was talking and laughing with them before, but now he turned his face coldly.

She knew that the change in the fortune teller's attitude towards them was all because they did not give Chen Yan a good look.

This current world report came too fast!
Chen Yan glanced at the old lady and saw that she was so embarrassed that she didn't even know where to place her hands. His heart softened and he said calmly: "Old sir, since the old lady wants to talk to you, if you don't For other things, just chat with the old lady for a while."

"I obey!"

The fortune teller didn't dare to disobey Chen Yan's words, and immediately said respectfully.

Seeing the fortune-teller's respectful appearance towards Chen Yan, the old lady felt bad all of a sudden.

If you ask me softly, others don't even have a good face.

As soon as Chen Yan opened his mouth, he immediately agreed.

If it wasn't for Song Zhengming who brought them here to find the fortune-teller, she would have suspected that the fortune-teller was bought by Chen Yan.

With a silent wry smile in her heart, the old lady took the initiative to step forward to support the fortune teller and walk aside.

Song Liyue and Yan Baoer glanced at their backs and did not follow them.

When they came to the corner, Yan Baoer approached Chen Yan with a smile and joked in a low voice: "Chen Daxian, tell me, what kind of immortal are you?"

Chen Yan shrugged, shook his head and smiled, "I don't know either."

"I know!"

Yan Bao'er laughed and said, "You cook such delicious food, you are either the God of Cookery or the Stove Lord!"

Chen Yan laughed in surprise, "Maybe! But, I am a great immortal, but I haven't become a regular yet!"

"Cut!" Yan Bao'er curled her lips, looked at Chen Yan coquettishly, and said in a low voice, "You said you were fat and you were panting? I don't care what kind of fairy you are, anyway, as long as you are mine !"

"Yeah!" Chen Yan nodded and chuckled softly, "My person is yours, and my heart is also yours."

"Pooh!"

Yan Baoer spat softly, "Your heart and person are ours!"

While speaking, Yan Baoer nuzzled her lips towards Song Liyue again.

Chen Yan smiled slightly, and looked up at Song Liyue, only to see that Song Liyue was also looking at him.

Looking at each other, the two smiled at the same time.

Although they didn't say anything, they seemed to have completely understood the meaning in each other's eyes...

(End of this chapter)