Reckless Youth of Delinquency

I stared at Zhou Honglin blankly, feeling a little funny in my heart, but I couldn't laugh out loud. I just felt chills all over my body - the word "dry humor" didn't exist at that time. Because of the cold, I had to wrap myself up in the bathrobe I wore when I came out of the swimming pool. In the end, Zhou Honglin asked me to follow him, so I had no choice but to come to his study.

But I vaguely feel that Zhou Honglin is easy to get along with, and his words have a sense of humor. Perhaps it is precisely because of this trait that he can make the four concubines live in harmony. Who doesn't like a man with a sweet mouth? I smiled politely, but Zhou Honglin had a straight face: "Why are you smiling? I ask you again, do you want to marry my daughter?" I followed my example and said quickly: "I want to marry, I want to marry!" Zhou Honglin banged the table and actually started educating me. I was dumbfounded.

Ten minutes later, Zhou Honglin stood up. I thought he had finally finished speaking, but it turned out that he just went to pour a glass of water and then continued talking. Zhou Honglin's eloquence was very good, and his words were precise and insightful. He not only said that Zhou Mo and I were not suitable, but also gave me great hope. After another ten minutes, Zhou Honglin asked: "What do you think?"

I nodded quickly: "What uncle said makes sense. Zhou Mo and I are on the ground and in the sky..." Halfway through, I noticed that Zhou Honglin's expression changed slightly, and he changed his tone: "Nevertheless, I will continue. Work hard until the day you can marry Zhou Mo." Zhou Honglin's expression softened, he looked at me and nodded with satisfaction.

I was quite dumbfounded, but I also felt very fond of him in my heart. This man who stands at the pinnacle of Beiyuan City's business community is indeed something unique. Zhou Honglin said a few words of encouragement to me before letting me leave his study. I wrapped myself in a bathrobe, came out of his study, walked around the corridor twice, and found that I was sadly lost.

Just be afraid of this situation, just be afraid of this situation!

The same corridor, the same door, it makes me feel dizzy. I was wrapped in a bathrobe and didn't pick up my phone. I was so anxious that I was sweating all over. Some uniformed servants hurriedly passed by with their heads down. They probably noticed my embarrassment and secretly covered their mouths and laughed. I'm laughing at you, uncle. If you have the time, can you give me some pointers? I was too embarrassed to open my mouth to ask, so I walked up and down the corridor pretending to be nonchalant, thinking that I could always find an exit - no matter how big the villa was, there would always be an exit.

The leader of the Black Tiger Gang got lost in the villa of the boss of Lianfa Group. If word of this spread, the whole Beiyuan City will laugh out loud, right? As I walked, I suddenly found myself in the kitchen. The kitchen of Zhou Mo's house is also very large, similar to the kitchen layout of a five-star hotel. There are more than a dozen stoves and stoves, and there are a dazzling array of pots, pans, bottles and jars. Think about it, after all, for people with dozens of families to feed, eating every day is a big problem. It's not time to cook yet, so the kitchen is naturally empty. I only wandered at the door for a moment, and then I was about to turn around and leave, looking for another exit, when I heard a "clack" behind me, which seemed to be something unusual. I turned around and saw a man in a chef's uniform coming out from behind the cupboard, looking furtively where he didn't know where to look. I vaguely felt that this person was a ghost, so I ducked slightly and hid behind the kitchen door.

The chef looked around and saw that there was no movement, so he walked to a stove on the opposite side. Only then did I realize that the stove was on, and there was a small pot on the fire, which seemed to be stewing something. The chef looked around again, then opened the lid of the pot, took out a paper bag from his pocket, and carefully poured some white powder into the small pot. My heart was pounding, I couldn't believe what kind of condiment it was, otherwise why would he be so sneaky? The chef poured some, put the paper bag away, took two eggs from the basket next to him, and walked towards the door in a swagger.

I held my breath and hid behind the door, watching him walk over, but then I heard the footsteps of someone walking over. Just listen to a majestic voice saying: "Xiao Wei, what are you doing in the kitchen?" Another voice said: "Brother Wen, I'm a little hungry, come here and get two eggs to eat." The majestic voice said again: "It's not work. Time, don't come to the kitchen casually!" Another voice said: "Yes, Brother Wen, I'm leaving first!" Then a series of trotting sounds gradually faded away. Immediately afterwards, another person walked in. This person was tall and round, wearing a tall white hat, with a golden dragon embroidered on the chest of his uniform. He looked domineering in his movements. He seemed to be the head chef here. He walked to the burning stove, lifted the lid of the pot and blew in to disperse the white air, then sniffed hard, nodded with satisfaction, and then said to himself: "This old man Zhou Honglin You beast, you really know how to enjoy it. No wonder you can make four wives so comfortable and ecstasy. If you eat one piece of this stuff every day, you can eat up a month’s salary of me in one day! Damn it! Rich people are so nice, when will I get rich?"

After finishing speaking, he picked up the small spoon next to him, scooped a spoonful from the pot and put it into his mouth. As if he still wanted to drink it, he drank two or three more spoonfuls before giving up. "You eat the meat, I drink the soup, hehe." The head chef put the spoon aside, smacked his lips with satisfaction, and then left the kitchen with a figure-footed step. When there was no sound around, I got out of the door and walked quickly back to the previous corridor. This time I didn’t care whether I was embarrassed or not. I immediately stopped a passing nanny and asked her the direction of the swimming pool. The nanny looked at the bathrobe I was wearing, with some disdain in her eyes, but she still pointed me in the direction.

I hurried to the swimming pool. Zhou Mo and Yuan Xiaoyi had already changed into casual clothes and were waiting for me on the shore. Yuan Xiaoyi was fine, but Zhou Mo looked anxious. As soon as he saw me, he ran over and asked, "My dad didn't make things difficult for you, right?" I came in a bit of a hurry, so I was still panting: "Your dad Okay, let's talk about this later. I just..." I told him what I saw and heard in the kitchen. While talking, I also changed into casual clothes. I knew I would be busy in a while.

"Ah!" Zhou Mo opened his mouth wide and immediately ran outside. Yuan Xiaoyi and I quickly followed behind.

When he came to the study again, Zhou Honglin was reading a book. Zhou Mo barged in and hurriedly told what had just happened. As soon as he finished talking, someone pushed the door open again, and the head chef from before walked in. He said: "Mr. Zhou, your soup is ready. Do you want to drink it now?" Zhou Honglin remained motionless and nodded: "Bring it in."

The head chef walked out, and there was a small cart at the door. On the cart were a soup pot and several small bowls. He filled a bowl, brought it in and placed it on Zhou Honglin's desk. Zhou Honglin picked up the bowl, and Zhou Mo nervously called out: "Dad!" Zhou Honglin just smelled it, then raised his head and said to the chef: "Go and call Butler Wang." The chef nodded and went out. .

Zhou Honglin frowned and said, "It tastes the same as usual." We all became a little nervous because we didn't know what the chef had put in and for how long. After a while, a middle-aged man with a gentle face walked in. He was wearing a well-tailored Chinese tunic suit and looked very dignified. He should be Butler Wang. Butler Wang said: "Mr. Zhou, what's the matter?"

Zhou Honglin pushed the bowl in front of him and said, "Bring it to Mr. Zhang to check and see what's in it."

The head chef stood outside the door. He was shocked and said quickly: "Mr. Zhou, there is nothing left. It is exactly the same as usual."

Zhou Honglin's eyes widened and he said, "Shut up!"

This sentence was not meant for me, but it also made my heart palpitate. I have seen strong winds and waves before, but I didn't expect Zhou Honglin to get angry so terrifyingly. Just now I thought he was gentle and humorous, but now I think he is cold and cruel. The chef's face was as good as the dishes and he didn't dare to say anything. Butler Wang took the bowl and walked out with a stern expression. Zhou Mo and I looked at each other and both felt a little nervous. The chef next to us was even more nervous. But Zhou Honglin, as if nothing was wrong, picked up the book on the table and read it carefully.

After a while, Butler Wang came back, and all of us felt anxious. Butler Wang lowered his head and said, "Mr. Zhou, Mr. Zhang checked it and said..." Zhou Honglin waved his hand and said, "Wait a minute, let me finish reading this page." Butler Wang stopped. Speak. Several of us were almost vomiting blood, but Zhou Honglin looked calm. I admired this determination. The head chef next to him was sweating profusely, wiping it with his sleeve for a while and wiping it with his sleeve for a while.

Zhou Mo quietly said to me: "Mr. Zhang's original name is Zhang Wanda. He is over seventy years old this year. His origin is very mysterious. His medical skills are at the pinnacle. It is said that he even treated the secretary of the municipal party committee. He just came to my house a few days ago. Although he has a bad temper, Very weird, but he is very familiar with all kinds of drugs and will not take action easily." I nodded, I believe that the person who can stay in Zhou's house is definitely not an ordinary person.

After reading a page of the book, Zhou Honglin put the book on the table and said slowly: "You tell me." Butler Wang lowered his head again and said: "Mr. Zhang said that there is nothing wrong with this soup, and everything in it is also good." It's a normal condiment." I was shocked after hearing this, but the chef next to me breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat with his sleeve, and said, "You're sure, I made it myself."

Zhou Honglin rubbed the cover of the book with his hand. He didn't say a word, but looked at me slowly. I said seriously: "Uncle, I saw with my own eyes that the chef sneakily put something into it." The head chef next to me opened his mouth wide, pointed at me and said, "You are talking nonsense!" He thought I was talking about him. .