Marquis Wu sent Zhuge Dali to visit the old heavenly master

"You keep emphasizing us, do you know something?" Xiao Hei showed his cards directly.

"You should have heard of everything, right? I am the second person in charge of the East China region, and I am also a stranger. I have sensed the seven of you before. To be honest, I am very interested in you."

As he said that, Meng Lang looked directly at Xiao Hei, and his tone became more sincere: "Don't worry, I have absolutely no malice towards you, and I will not force you to do anything."

Hearing the words, Xiao Hei in the dialect version thought for a while and then said, "Then I'll ask them."

After that, he turned and went back to the room. It is worth noting that he did not close the door this time.

Three minutes later, Xiao Hei came out. Seeing Meng Lang still standing at the door waiting quietly, a flash of appreciation flashed in his eyes and he said, "We agreed, but can you bring the ingredients to cook here? It's not convenient for us at the same time." go out."

Meng Lang spread his hands very kindly and said, "Understood, that's what I planned too, so I'll call my friend over now? She's also a new resident upstairs, my colleague."

"No problem." Dialect Xiao Hei responded with a smile.

......

10 minutes later, Love Apartment 3502.

The seven little blacks with different shapes looked at the exaggerated number of ingredients in front of them, dumbfounded and speechless.

Seeing that the seven people looked like they had seen a ghost, Meng Lang couldn't help but shrugged his shoulders and said, "I offended the beautiful lady next to me, and she wanted to eat the Manchu Banquet I made as an apology, so you guys understand."

The seven little blacks turned their heads to look at Zhuge Dali, and all cast strange glances of pity mixed with envy at Mr. Meng.

Seeing that the preparations were almost done, Meng Lang declined Zhuge Dali and Xiao Hei's offer to help, and told them to wait in peace, and the meal would be served in an hour.

Rolling up his sleeves, fastening his apron, and wearing his peaked cap backwards, Meng Lang's demeanor changed the moment he grasped the kitchen knife, from elegant and easy-going to the mode of selfless focus in an instant.

I saw that his hands were changing various movements rapidly, seven or eight kinds of knives in his hands were constantly rotating, cutting, picking, carving, peeling... the most suitable process was used for pretreatment of each ingredient.

Every step seems to have gone through thousands of tempers, making Zhuge Dali and Xiao Hei who were watching beside them feel that they are not watching people cook, but are admiring a delicate art.

The two diametrically opposed senses of urgency and calmness were revealed from every movement of Meng Lang at the same time, making Zhuge Dali and the others feel a strange sense of absurdity and harmony in a trance.

Then Meng Lang's skill in controlling eight stoves and using eight pots to cook eight cooking methods at the same time was even more unbelievable.

Looking at Meng Lang's busy figure in the kitchen, the little girl thought of something, and a nice blush crept up on her face...

An hour later, when Zhuge Dali and Xiao Hei came back to their senses, Meng Lang had already taken off his apron and hat.

"Because it's a family banquet and the time is limited, there are no ornamental dishes and candied desserts before and after. I chose three starters, eighteen royal dishes, two soups and meals, and six staples. It shouldn't be too shabby, right?"

He turned his head to look at Dali and Xiao Hei who were staring blankly at him, coughed lightly and said, "Everyone, dinner is ready."

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Chapter 33 Zhuge Dali: Meng Lang!Can't!

The little blacks ate the meal on their knees.

"Brother Meng Lang, did you put medicine in this dish?"

"The dishes I cooked in front of you, didn't you count the number of medicines or not?" Meng Lang, who had already gotten acquainted with a group of black people at the dinner table just now, didn't give them any face, and echoed.

Qing Xiaohei started blowing directly: "Ah! Wushuang in this world is really good at making delicacies with clouds and moons. The bottom of Lingtai's tongue is full of flavors, and there are three thousand mouths left in Dao Dao!"

"Thank you, thank you, but I noticed just now, you little black, don't you know how to speak without reciting poems?" Meng Lang expressed his curiosity.

Qing Xiaohei continued to chant poems: "Ah! The delicacy of the food is determined by thinking about it, please listen to it. The Ming Dynasty will go to the mountains, and we don't know the poetry."

Zhuge Dali interjected amusedly when he heard the words, "That is to say, you want to tell Meng Lang that no matter what happened before, after this meal, you will really stop reciting poems and talking?"

Just as Qing Xiaohei was about to open his mouth to say something, he suddenly froze again. After pondering for three seconds, he closed his mouth and nodded towards Meng Lang.

rash:?

Are you unable to sing?Wet people?

Meng Lang glanced at him with caring eyes for the mentally handicapped, and then turned to face the other little blacks: "Everyone, forgive Meng for his poor hospitality. Are you satisfied with the meal?"

Eight people including Zhuge Dali nodded frantically.

Seeing this, Meng Lang said seriously, "That's good. Since that's the case, let's talk about the real business."

Knowing that the main event was finally coming, the seven little blacks sat up straight and prepared to listen to what Meng Lang had to say. Zhuge Dali also looked at Meng Lang with bright eyes, wanting to hear what method he was going to use to recruit the little blacks into the sanitation brigade.

But who knew that the moment Meng Lang opened his mouth, the little girl's serious face would be destroyed in an instant.

Meng Lang raised his right hand with a serious face, tidied his sleeves carefully, then took a toothpick and began to pick his teeth.

While picking, he said vaguely: "Well, Xiao Hei, is there anything you lack or do you want? Just hang out with me, and I promise to make clear arrangements for you."

Seeing Meng Lang, who was the domineering president fan just a second ago, transform into a husky, everyone couldn't react.

After thinking about it for a while, Zhuge Dali nodded secretly in his heart. After all, the two of us came here out of nowhere today. Although the little blacks didn't say anything, some resistance was inevitable.

Doing this now, in addition to inadvertently eliminating this conflict, it also narrowed the relationship with Xiao Hei. Meng Lang really has a hand, and today's matter is probably settled.

Sure enough, for the next half an hour, Meng Lang and the Seven Little Black Brothers had a happy chat. Finally, after promising some research funding and internal privileges, Meng Lang got seven resumes.

The little black brothers use the same identity to the outside world, their real name is Bai Kai, and apart from the super-powerful brains that little black brothers generally have, each little black has their own areas of expertise:

Big baby inventor, stuffy, never speaks, communication relies on gestures, inventions tend to be mechanical, with innate abilities and psychokinetic power.

The second baby is an inventor, but contrary to the boss, she is talkative, has a poisonous tongue, and speaks with a Shandong accent. Her inventions are more software-oriented, and she is not a stranger.

The inventor of Sanwa is mainly responsible for experimental observation and big data analysis. He has super hacking ability and is not a stranger.

Siwa is a martial artist with an extroverted and impulsive personality.

Wuwa psychologist, flamboyant, likes to wear flowery suits, used to fool around with Lu Ziqiao, has a very wide network of contacts, and has an innate ability to perceive good and evil.

Liuba scholar, good at learning creation, script writing, poetry recitation, thoughtful and good at intelligence analysis, has innate ability to deduce and predict, and can deduce the general direction of future development after grasping enough information.

Meng Lang looked at the resume in his hand, handed it to Zhuge Dali and said, "Dali, as my secretary, I will leave it to you to keep and organize these documents."

The little girl took the resume and nodded: "Okay, then what should I call you in the future? Minister Meng?"

"No, I don't have any pretensions. You should call me Meng Lang. If there are outsiders, you can call me BOSS."

"No problem, my lord boss."

Meng Lang pretended not to hear the little girl's teasing, then turned to the Seven Little Black Brothers and said, "Okay, since everyone is already their own, then I would like to ask the legendary omnipotent little blacks, I have a problem here, Can you give me an idea?"