When the male anchor is lonely, he cooks

"The Beauty of Food" magazine is doing big things again this time. Wen Le's photos on the cover are so handsome that they have reached a new level. Not to mention the content inside, it introduces Wen Le's various creative ideas in Chinese dishes. It seems that whether it is talent, skills, or creativity, this person is perfect.

Li Hongfei, who was slapped in the face by his father with a magazine, was really about to explode.He was still suffocating when he was scolded by his father last time, but this time he was scolded again because of the grandson on the cover. If Wen Le was in front of him, he would be so angry Split in half.

In a fit of anger, he invited three or five friends to go to relax together.

In the private room, only one person complained to him.

"What kind of a guy is this guy? He can make Young Master Li so angry. Let's beat him up so that he can remember."

He is a half-clean man who hangs around outside, eats his last meal without rest, and followed his friends on the boat of Li Hongfei, a rich young master, so he is naturally eager to show his loyalty.

There were a bunch of empty wine bottles in the private room, and this group of people had already drank so much that they dared to say anything stupid.

"Isn't that kid a cook? I broke his two arms to see if he can still hold a spatula."

"Isn't it possible to grow a broken arm? If you want me to say, you should put something in his dishes. He likes to cook, so he can't get along in this circle. Who told him to make our young master Li unhappy? It's over."

"Well said, it's not easy to mess with our Young Master Li."

Hearing these drunken words, Li Hongfei finally calmed down a bit, and when Tingfeng arrived, he poured him a glass of wine.

"Young Master Li, you are too polite, I will come, I will come by myself, I should be the one who toasts you." Ting Feng filled a glass and downed it in one gulp.

"Okay! That's enough, man!" There was a howl in the private room.

Taking advantage of the warm atmosphere, Tingfeng said another word to Li Hongfei, "Young Master Li, I heard that the final of that show is about to start."

Li Hongfei didn't even raise his eyelids, and said lazily, "Why are you still paying attention to that, you didn't make it to the finals." He didn't care about these things, he had no interest in cooking since he was a child.

Being exposed face-to-face so bluntly, Ting Feng's eyes darkened, but the smile on his face remained unchanged, "I'm not capable of participating in the competition, but that Wen Le is capable."

He said, "I heard that in this final, everyone is most optimistic about him. He is said to be better than the chef in Li's restaurant. It must be easy to win the championship."

"You fart!" Li Hongfei smashed the wine bottle in his hand to the ground, his eyes were red like an angry cow, "How can his kind of rubbish compare to our Li family!"

The people next to him woke up when he smashed the wine bottle, and said repeatedly, "It's not comparable, it's definitely not comparable."

Ting Feng said again, "I also know that he is definitely not as good as Li Jiacai, but others don't know. When he wins the championship, it's just what he says."

After saying this, Li Hongfei became even more angry, "It's impossible for him to win the championship! If he wants to win the championship, it depends on whether he has the fate."

Seeing him like this, Ting Feng knew that his words had worked.He picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and showed a satisfied smile.

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After the sauce made last time was taken over by Yu Xingzhou, Wen Le had to wait for a few more days before bringing the improved sauce to his grandfather to taste.

"It's not bad. Although it's not mellow enough, the fragrance is made. I haven't smelled this smell for many years. With this sauce, it's delicious to accompany our dishes." Wen Shoushen is old Now, the sense of taste has also degenerated, but I still remember the mellow taste back then.

He said, "You are only a semi-finished product. After you practice well, you will have no problem winning the competition."

Wen Le smiled, "Are you so confident in me?"

When he received the notification of the finals, he felt that he was not prepared enough. He didn't expect that he was already booked for the championship in his grandfather's heart.

"You are my grandson, and I taught it myself. What's the matter with winning the championship? Isn't it a matter of course."

Seeing what he said was straightforward, Wen Le had no choice but to respond, "Yes, yes, you are right, I should win the championship. Just wait, I will go to the bank to withdraw money, and I will send it to the judges in a while. Guaranteed to let him pack a championship for me."

"Hey, look at how ugly you are, you're cheating on me, your grandpa!" Wen Shoushen closed his fan and tapped it on Wen Le's head, "Stop dangling in front of my eyes, my eyes hurt seeing you unlucky boy."

After teasing for a while, the atmosphere in the whole ward became lively. After coaxing grandpa to finish eating, Wen Le returned with the thermos bucket.

There was no one in the shaded alley, so he walked slowly.

It's hot today, and he's thinking about putting a few watermelons in the refrigerator for a while. Although Yu Xingzhou's house doesn't have any good things, but fortunately, there is a large refrigerator with four doors, which has a very large capacity, and Wen Le often fills it with things. .

Thinking of Yu Xingzhou complaining to him before that he was very angry recently and wanted to calm down, Wen Le felt that it was necessary to try some mung bean soup and bitter gourd porridge.

It's just that the man has a golden tongue, and he doesn't like to suffer.

The phone rang, and it was a call from a man who didn't like hard work.

"Xingzhou." Wen Le stood on the side of the road to answer the phone.

"Are you here to pick me up from get off work?" The voice on the other end of the phone seemed flat, but Wen Le knew someone's true thoughts without even guessing.

"Of course I'm going to pick you up." He cooperated, "It's a pity that I can't pick you up from get off work. I can't see our President Yu's face. I can't eat well, and I can't sleep well. I feel lost. soul."

Then he heard Yu Xingzhou's laughter, and he laughed for a long time.

"Have you lost your sense of humor? I think you laughed off my [-] cents just now." Wen Le teased him.

"Then I'll compensate you." Yu Xingzhou said.

"Forget it. I'd be ashamed to ask someone to pay for it. You are a handsome guy who tastes like me. Everything is free with me." Wen Le said generously.

Yu Xingzhou laughed and fell back on the chair, "Thank you, Chef Wen, for looking up to me."

Wen Le, "You're welcome, we have a chance to go to bed together." Anyway, people are far away now, not in front of him, so he said it as soon as he spoke.

Being taken advantage of by others, Yu Xingzhou's breathing became stagnant, so he could only clear his throat to tell him not to make trouble.

"Yeah, I understand, little brother, go to work." The other party responded faster than anyone else, and his attitude was very correct, "Don't think about bad things, it's not good for your health."

Yu Xingzhou's breathing, which had just been calmed down by his anger, quickened again, and the sound of heavy breathing passed through.

Wen Le had a tone that he had expected, "Look, let me tell you, little brother, you can't do this, you are so angry, you have to eat some bitter melon tonight."

"I don't want to eat bitter melon." Yu Xingzhou felt that after saying these two words, the root of his tongue began to feel bitter.

"Okay, let's not eat bitter gourd, why not eat lotus seed heart?" Wen Le said with a good temper.

"..." Yu Xingzhou wanted to hang up the phone a little bit, lotus seed heart sounds more bitter than bitter melon, so he can't help but eat bitter food.

"Then it's settled. Tonight, we will eat fried lotus seeds with bitter gourd." Wen Le stopped teasing him, and decided on dinner directly.

Last time he packed the sauce and put it aside, but when he went to see it the next day, there was only an empty jar left. He ran to ask Yu Xingzhou, but he said he didn't know.Seeing how serious and upright he looks, if there were not only two people living in the room, Wen Le would almost believe him.

Hearing the bad news that dinner was fried with bitter melon and lotus seeds, Yu Xingzhou looked at the sky outside the window, a white cloud slowly drifted by, turning into bitter melon and lotus seeds for a while.

"Let's go, you don't need to pick me up anymore, I've decided to work overtime." He finally took out the long-lost CEO Elite Fan, looking aloof like a wolf that would never be tamed.

"You really don't want me to pick it up?" Wen Le checked the time and walked straight towards the Yu's Building.

At this moment, a silver-white car suddenly sprang out from the side, rushing over at a particularly fast speed.

Wen Le turned sideways to the car, in front of him was a little girl carrying a schoolbag, and behind him was the silver car that seemed to be out of control.

The person on the other end of the phone was still saying that he didn't need to answer it, but he didn't have time to tease him back.

Before he had time to think about anything, Wen Le ran with all his strength, ignoring the phone that fell to the side, shouting 'be careful', and rushed over to push the little girl away in the other direction, while he was exhausted With all his strength, he desperately wanted to deviate from the track of the car.

A few seconds seemed as long as a century. The moment he was hit by a car, he felt a tingling deep in his head, as if he heard Xiao Yezi's voice, and then lost consciousness.

If I had known... I wouldn't have told him that I was going to pick him up from get off work.