The dishes I cook are invincible and delicious [System]

"Couple lung slices... 120 bowls."

Zhang Shusheng reported the number with a heart. Obviously, the matter of performance has nothing to do with him, but when he opened his mouth, he began to feel an unspeakable pressure and an almost stagnant atmosphere.

Song Ruan lowered his eyes, blocking the little light in his pupils.The corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, and his face without a smile inexplicably exuded an aura that strangers should not get close to.

His middle finger and ring finger tapped rhythmically on the table together, and the long nails clasped on the table, making a rattling sound.

This is his habitual action when thinking about things.

"what happened?"

In the dead silence, Song Ruan finally asked in a low voice.

Boss Huang tensed up subconsciously when he heard the words, and he lowered his head in shame, "It's my fault. Shopkeeper Xu asked me for the formula of husband and wife lung slices before, saying that he wanted to make it for his wife... At that time he was my boss , we got along well, so I gave it."

He swallowed, his voice tensed, "I didn't expect them to take my formula and lower the price to compete with us..."

Song Ruan didn't speak, and the hand tapping on the table didn't change the rhythm because of Boss Huang's flustered mood.

"Sorry, shopkeeper, it's all my fault."

He made no sound like this, which made Boss Huang even more flustered, and he became more and more guilty, and the hatred for shopkeeper Xu in his heart was also growing:

It turned out that this grandson used this excuse to set my formula, because he was afraid that one day I would find a new owner and make a comeback.It's all right now, I finally found such a good restaurant, and before I've been working seriously for a few days, I've made such a big mess for the shopkeeper...

"Apart from this, have you given anything else?"

Just as he was gnashing his teeth and thinking about cutting shopkeeper Xu into pieces, Song Ruan suddenly asked.

Boss Huang quickly shook his head, "At that time, a master with whom I had a good relationship taught me not to spread the formula of my own family, so I didn't disclose the formula to him afterwards."

"That is not bad."

No matter how much Shiweixian lowers the price and steals the formula, such despicable means can only be used once.

Song Ruan's brows slightly relaxed, and he already had a solution to the problem in his heart.The originally tense corners of the mouth also relaxed, "I see. It's getting late, you all go back first."

Before everyone could ask, he added another sentence, "Zhang Xiucai, you stay here."

The shopkeeper Dudu left Zhang Xiucai to discuss important matters.

Everyone understood, only Mr. Huang was still anxious, he didn't want to leave but didn't dare to stay, grinding his black boots on the ground, as if he wanted to grind a hole in the ground.

"Brother Huang, you should go back too."

Song Ruan saw the uneasiness in his heart, and comforted him, "Don't worry, this matter is not difficult to deal with, just leave it to me."

After getting this guarantee from the shopkeeper, Boss Huang was slightly relieved, and left the restaurant reluctantly with his two younger brothers.

In the huge lobby, only Song Ruan, Yang Yuan and Zhang Shusheng were left.

"What else do you want to say now?"

Seeing that he was in a much better mood than before, Yang Yuan came over and sat beside Song Ruan, stretched out a hand to touch the center of his brow, "It's not good to frown all the time."

He paused, his eyes darkened, "It's really impossible——"

The second half of his sentence was stuck in his throat, because Song Ruan pressed his hand suddenly, and shook his head almost imperceptibly.

"..."

Yang Yuan was a little helpless, but also a little depressed.

At the beginning, he came here to help Song Ruan when he was in trouble.It's all right now, he is capable and caring, but Song Ruan just doesn't want his help.

It was obviously a matter that he could solve with a simple move of a finger, but he insisted on making it so complicated, why bother to worry about it? !

Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling a little irritable.

Song Ruan didn't have time to take into account his emotions. He took the account book and carefully read the sales volume of each dish today. After checking the account book, he raised his head and looked at Zhang with a serious face. The scholar said, "Since he wants to play these dirty routines, I don't mind playing with him. Remember when you come tomorrow..."

The moon was sparse, and a crow stood on a lush branch for a long time, with two bean-sized black eyes staring at the two people slowly approaching on the distant path.

The moonlight illuminated the dirt road under their feet, and Song Ruan and Yang Yuan walked side by side on the dirt ground, with their sleeves of different colors touching each other, making a slight rustling sound.

Song Ruan walked with her head down, glanced at Yang Yuan beside her with drooping lips from the corner of her eye from time to time, and pretended to move her hand a little bit towards the other side.

The two sleeves touched together faster than the two hands hidden inside, and the sound of friction was particularly obvious in the night when there were only creaking and creaking walking sounds.

"Tsk."

Song Ruan saw Yang Yuan pouted, took a quick step away, and then pretended to be disgusted and said a word, "Squeeze."

"..."

Song Ruan has no experience in raising children, and he has never met a good friend or a good brother who ignores him when he is angry. He thought it was very hypocritical before.

He pinched the empty corner of his clothes in a daze for a moment, but decided to put aside his elder brother's face for the time being, and asked cautiously, "Why are you angry?"

Yang Yuan replied blankly, "Not angry."

Just a little sour.

Song Ruan suddenly laughed, and took a few steps forward quickly, then turned around, and happened to meet Yang Yuan's face that was so awkward to death, and then tapped his mouth empty-handedly, with a smile on his face, The voice was soft and gentle, "I'm not angry yet, my mouth is so pouted that I can hang oil bottles on it."

"No way!"

Yang Yuan touched his mouth subconsciously, and he came to his senses after touching it. He curled his lips again, "Just because I look like a child, I can be bullied."

He paused for a moment, his face suddenly paled, "When I was a child, I didn't discuss any important things with me."

Song Ruan was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously smiled at him, "I just don't think these troublesome things are necessary—"

"Needed."

Yang Yuan stopped in his tracks and hastily interrupted Song Ruan's words.

His gaze focused on Song Ruan's somewhat bewildered eyes, and he said word by word, "Have you forgotten what the purpose of my coming here is?"

"..."

After listening to this sentence, the remaining half of Song Ruan's smile disappeared slowly.

Song Ruan didn't know what to say, and didn't know how to face Yang Yuan's scrutinizing gaze, so he subconsciously lowered his head slightly in front of the young man who was half a head shorter than him, and wrung his hands in front of him, as if A kid who made a mistake.

The soft hair hung down along the arc, hanging in front of his snow-white neck.The silvery moonlight spread down, making his exposed skin seem to be glowing.

Yang Yuan's breathing was slightly stagnant.

After being silent for a long time, Song Ruan, who was unconsciously emitting hormones, finally spoke. His voice was slightly astringent, as if he couldn't help but speak before he could organize his words, "I know, I haven't forgotten. But, we have been together for so long , to say something shameless, I have already regarded you as my relative..."

He paused, and finally opened up a small scar that once made him tear his heart, "I never had family members, no friends, and I don't know how to get along with others correctly. Sometimes I I have made people angry for a long time, and I don't know why. But now I have everything, I have a father, a mother, a big brother, and you."

and you...

Yang Yuan's intentionally hardened heart couldn't help softening.

Song Ruan raised that delicate and fair face, there was a little water in his eyes.He has never said these words to others, so he stumbles and stammers when he speaks now, "I really cherish you, my brother...you are different from everyone, so I am worried, Worried that you will be discovered by others..."

He said sincerely, "I want to protect you, Yang Yuan."

After Song Ruan finished speaking, her heart couldn't help but thump.

It's too embarrassing to say this, why did you say this out of your nerves...

While whispering to himself in his heart, he looked at Yang Yuan expectantly, waiting for his reaction.

"..."

Yang Yuan's expression was completely different from what Song Ruan thought, his brows were slightly frowned, as if the sincere words just now hadn't touched his heart at all.

"What did you say?"

He narrowed his eyes, and there was a hint of imperceptible danger in his tone, "You treat me as a brother, brother?"

Yang Yuan bit the two overlapping words hard on purpose, looking at his appearance, it seemed that he wanted to bite a good tooth.

"Yes."

Seeing that he didn't look moved at all, Song Ruan felt uneasy and confused.He thought about it, and felt that maybe his words were too simple and did not impress Yang Yuan, so he said without hesitation, "I know you have an unusual status, and our fate is only in this short ten years..."

"Well," the result of not preparing in advance was that Song Ruan got stuck a little bit, and racked his brains to come up with a sentence, "But I don't have a good life for a few decades. So, if you don't mind, we can do it." A brother who is closer than a brother."

He silently apologized to Song Yue in his heart, and then pointed his fingers and began to talk about the advantages, "I can fulfill my responsibilities as a brother, cook for you, provide you with food, clothing, housing and transportation. If you feel bored, we can also go out for a while Play--"

"Alright, alright!"

Yang Yuan got a headache from being shouted by his brother on the left and the brother on the right, and his chest felt stuffy, "Do you know how old I am?"

"what?"

Song Ruan guessed uncertainly, "Twenty? Thirty? Four, forty...or fifty?"

"...I am 420 years old this year."

Yang Yuan took a step forward, leaning on Song Ruan's ear and gnashing his teeth, "Which one of us is older?"

"My dear brother."