The president makes me cook every day

That night, Liu Hailong slept on the bed, and Yu Xiaorong made a bunk on the ground.

Liu Hailong asked him to come up and squeeze, Yu Xiaorong said he wanted to be alone.

Later, for most of the night, Liu Hailong kept talking about what he had seen and heard in Guangdong for more than a year.

"Brother Long, I have worshiped a famous teacher." He said to Xiaorong: "That is the real famous teacher. Have you ever heard of the Ma family of Sichuan cuisine? Master Ma Sandao, Mr. Ma."

"I've never heard of it." Yu Xiaorong held his mobile phone, and he almost buried his head under the bed.

"Then do you know Jiangshui Pavilion? It's a four-star hotel in Guangzhou. Brother Long, I'm going to be the sous chef there..." After Liu Hailong finished speaking, he deliberately paused, as if he was waiting for Yu Xiaorong's response admiration.

After waiting for a long time without further words, he stretched his legs from the bed and kicked Yu Xiaorong: "I'm talking to you!"

"Oh! Then you, why did you come back suddenly?" Yu Xiaorong asked absently.

"I..." Liu Hailong found that Yu Xiaorong was looking at his mobile phone with special concentration, the blue light shone on his face, and his expression looked quite serious, as if he had his own thoughts, not like the one who was in the old school. The kid at home has been chasing him all day long.

"Hmm?" Yu Xiaorong finally realized the suddenly quiet atmosphere around him, and raised his head. He hadn't seen him for more than a year, and even the outline of his face had changed a little, especially when he met him wearing a suit and sitting in a sports car It's almost unrecognizable at once.

In fact, Liu Hailong has always been a little bit resentful today, maybe it started when he went to the old restaurant in the morning but couldn't find Yu Xiaorong, or maybe it started when he and Yu Xiaorong first met.Now that it was night, he had a little recollection in himself.

"Xiao Rong, have you been living alone in Beijing for more than a year?"

"Very, very good?" Most of Yu Xiaorong's thoughts were still on the phone, and he was a little stunned when he asked suddenly: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Liu Hailong turned over on the bed and put his arm under the pillow. When he fell down, he really pressed his arm. Now his elbows are all blue, but he didn't tell anyone .

He also came out to join the society when he was young, and he is not the kind of hypocritical person: "Go to sleep, I see you, you don't need to think about apprenticeship all day long, Brother Long, I have time to teach you."

"Okay...thank you, Brother Long!" Yu Xiaorong silently agreed.

Liu Hailong's snoring sounded soon, and Yu Xiaorong could only suffocate himself into the quilt.

He didn't believe it, he didn't want to believe a single word of the gossip about Fang Minghao.So I searched the news again, and the name on Baidu was Fang Minghao.

All the relevant information that can be found is five years ago, which is the speech given by Fang Minghao in Chinese after he advanced to the semi-finals of the World Young Chef Challenge.

Fang Minghao in the photo is just young, neither depressed nor irritable, he looks confident and ambitious.

He is the first Chinese chef to enter the finals, and he is also the first person who insists on telling all the Western judges in the audience and the world the dream of all Chinese chefs in his own language.

Fang Minghao said: "I will be the final champion of this competition. I want the whole world to appreciate the charm of Chinese food culture. I will let everyone remember that my name is Fang Minghao."

In those headlines created by the small media to attract attention, they called Fang Minghao "the youngest chef".

However, after a certain point, all the news stopped abruptly, there was no follow-up or follow-up, and no one even mentioned the name Fang Minghao, as if he never existed at all.

Even the game videos that could be found on the Internet a few years ago have all been deleted now.

Yu Xiaorong searched for a long time, and finally found the report about the challenge of the world's young chefs to the final champion - Philippe Duran, a Frenchman.

Taking a deep breath, putting down the phone, it was past one o'clock in the morning when Yu Xiaorong suddenly heard footsteps in the living room.

He followed out and saw Fang Minghao brushing his teeth in the bathroom wearing that very old vest.

He was holding the sink with one hand, and only his bones were left to support him, and his shadow was stretched very long on the ground.

Yu Xiaorong quietly looked into the mirror, he wanted to see Fang Minghao's expression at the moment, because he couldn't understand it, so he didn't know whether he was forbearing or lonely at the moment, or whether he was actually sad all the time.

But Fang Minghao never raised his head, he never raised his head to look at himself in the mirror, so he never found Yu Xiaorong behind him.

So much so that when he turned around, he was taken aback.

"what!"

"Ahhh!"

"You're fucking haunted!"

"I! Yes, I'm sorry!"

Fang Minghao looked like he wanted to throw the tooth jar at him, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, Yu Xiaorong covered his head.However, Fang Minghao just gestured in the air, and after laughing at Yu Xiaorong's reaction, he put the tooth jar back on the sink.

Before Yu Xiaorong's head protection was unlocked, Fang Minghao quickly moved away from him, apparently planning to go back to sleep.

"Master Fang!" Yu Xiaorong suddenly called Fang Minghao to a stop. In the past, he would have thought that Fang Minghao was bothering him, but today Yu Xiaorong suddenly felt that Fang Minghao might be avoiding him. hiding from him.

The room was very quiet, only Liu Hailong's snoring came intermittently, and a small light in the bathroom was on.

Yu Xiaorong looked at Fang Minghao's back, looked at that back and said to him: "All right, you can sleep on the sofa, just tonight."

"Thank you, thank you..." Yu Xiaorong replied softly.

Fang Minghao turned his head. He might not understand what Yu Xiaorong was thanking him for, but Yu Xiaorong felt that it was not important.

"It's a one-night deal, and leave tomorrow morning, or don't blame me for being merciless." His tone was still the same as when Yu Xiaorong threatened him on the first day he moved in.

"Oh..." Yu Xiaorong agreed, and he had already found a pattern in asking for instructions. For Fang Minghao, in the morning, it was usually a time of coma.

Fang Minghao closed the door of his bedroom again, Yu Xiaorong took out the quilt and lay down on the sofa alone.

Too many things happened that day, and his mind was dizzy and chaotic.Turning on the phone again, I suddenly felt that I should say something to Xiao Fei, and say it for Fang Minghao.

I found the dialogue interface of [System], only to find a message from a few hours ago.

【Are you home yet? 】

Yu Xiaorong thought for a while, and the time to leave the message probably happened to be the time when he and Chen Dongyang returned home after parting.The amount of information tonight is a bit large, but he has never noticed it.

It's already so late, it would be strange to say "here" again, Yu Xiaorong thought about it, and finally replied [good night].

It can be regarded as returning to Xiao Fei for Fang Minghao.

Almost as soon as it was sent, the other party replied in seconds.

[Internet Celebrity Chef Cultivation System]: Good night.

Yu Xiaorong pressed the phone to his chest, he forced himself to close his eyes, otherwise he might not be able to control it, that kind of sudden, inexplicable, wish to send Chen Dongyang a "good night".