smell you

grandson!

Ah Hui Jiangxi Xiaochao is so popular?

Could it be that the smell of food through the plastic bag can attract the two grandchildren to grab it?

Grabbing takeaway food is simply an anecdote in Xinshi.

Song Zeyou pressed the window of the car, and a police car just passed by outside. The speed of the car seemed to be parallel, and the two cars were far away from each other.

The two grandsons turned off the engine and got out of the car in despair. The Shanghai Garden was already within sight.

Song Zeyou carried the takeaway and walked to the entrance of Shanghai Huayuan Community.

The community is grand and guarded.

He registered his name, phone number, reason for entering the area, and finally the security guard called to confirm before releasing him.

Fortunately, the weather is hot now. In winter, the takeaway would have been frozen into icicles.

After asking the direction, he walked quickly along the wide path in the thick shade.

At this time, a sightseeing scooter with security guards and Aunt PA drove over.

It turns out that the big one needs to use a scooter, and it will definitely be exhausting to walk.

With a thought in his mind, wouldn't it be faster and less labor-intensive to let the scooter take him to the designated place.

"No! This is not a takeaway car, you don't ride a battery car to deliver food?!"

The sightseeing scooter drove away quickly, and Song Zeyou walked forward resentfully.

It was already past eleven o'clock in the noon, and Song Zeyou became more and more impatient as luxury cars kept passing by.

At this time, there was the sound of a car coming from the rear, and he thought that he was already walking on the side of the road, and the road in the community was flat and open, so there should be no problem.

But the sound was getting closer and closer, as if it was coming straight at him, Song Zeyou hurriedly turned his head, and at this moment saw a Hummer rushing towards him aggressively, and slid past him in an instant.

Just a little.

At this moment, Song Zeyou was so shocked that he took a few steps back. He forgot that there was a flower garden behind him, and the ground was soft. When he stepped on it, he fell directly on his back.

When I got up, I found that the white T-shirt on my body was heavily stained, and the polished leather shoes were covered with mud.

Fortunately, the flower garden only loosened the soil, and the large area of ​​tulips was not planted until October, otherwise Song Zeyou's fall would have crushed a large area.

Surveillance is installed everywhere, and he will have to pay for it when the time comes.

The Hummer drove away long ago without a trace.

He sighed, leaned over to pick up the takeaway that fell out, checked it, and found that all the vegetables inside fell out, and the soup was mixed together and flowed out of the plastic bag.

But at this time, the phone rang like a reminder, and it turned out that it was indeed a call from a customer who placed an order.

Song Zeyou answered hesitantly, he really didn't know how to speak.

"It's been more than an hour. If you take a taxi, you've already arrived in City W. Did you drive around in Xinshi, or were you kidnapped by the driver?" Machine gun-like accusations came over, without any time to parry .

Just as Song Zeyou was about to speak, the other party seemed to have finished firing the bullets, and immediately called Jin to withdraw and hung up the phone.

Five minutes later, Song Zeyou stood at the entrance of the main entrance of the villa mentioned in the list and rang the doorbell with the takeaway.

Not long after, a middle-aged man came out, about 40 years old, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, frowning, with an extremely impatient expression.

Looking at the clothes this man is wearing, they all show the demeanor of a rich man.

The owner said, "The takeaway is here? It's only now, what time is it, I thought you were sent to Africa."

Song Zeyou's palms were sweaty, and he said, "I'm sorry, there was an accident in the community just now—"

"What about takeout?"

Song Zeyou showed the takeaway to the man: "It's a little poured out, and there are two dishes that feel good."

The face of the owner of the villa sank, and he made a gesture to come in: "Bring it in, let's see it."

Song Zeyou didn't dare to say anything, and followed the man into the house.

The main entrance of the villa is a small courtyard. When you enter the house, the interior is very simple, with three tones of white, black, and brown. It is very large and empty, and there is not much furniture.

He also thought that all the villas in the world were extremely luxurious, and he said that looking at the decoration of the house could give a glimpse of the personality of the owner, which shows that the owner here is cold and depressing.

In the living room, there were four other men playing cards.

When he came in, the four of them stopped moving at the same time and looked at him one after another.

Song Zeyou was quite embarrassed to be scrutinized by so many pairs of eyes.

The host took him directly to the restaurant.

As soon as you enter the restaurant, the atmosphere of the entire decoration has a 360-degree change.

The size of the restaurant is extraordinarily large, with abstract oil paintings hanging on the walls, tables, napkins, and even the tableware placed on them show the ultimate delicacy and beauty, all of which are pleasing to the eye.

Large floor-to-ceiling windows, outside the window is another unique garden, full of greenery and unique taste.

Dining in such a room will surely make you feel happy and whet your appetite.

The owner took the takeaway, casually placed it on the table and started unpacking it.

"It's all like this, can I still eat it?! Take a good look at it yourself."

Song Zeyou didn't look at it, he knew it well.

"When I came here just now, I almost had a car accident. Look at me—here, the back is not in shape. How about it, you can just order other takeaways again. I will refund the money for these dishes, and I will pay for the taxi. I pay for it myself, and all losses are mine, do you think this is okay?"

Song Zeyou thought that if he played the sympathy card and was willing to bear all the economic losses, the guests would let it go, but the owner of the villa laughed and said: "It's too late at 11:30 now, and it will be twelve o'clock in a while, let us wait for two days in vain." Hours, is that all?"

Song Zeyou was speechless, it was just a few dozen dollars of takeaway, so forget it, what else will happen.

"You can order other takeaways first, or you will have to wait."

The owner of the villa said: "Do you know why we are willing to pay the taxi fare for ordering a takeaway? I just heard that your restaurant tastes good. Do we look like people who want to eat takeaway? We can just order a bento casually as a meal." Anyone for dinner?"

Song Zeyou felt that he couldn't hold back his smile, what happened today?

See you a long time!

"Then what do you think we should do? How about I call the store now and have it redone before sending it over?"

The owner of the villa picked up the whole package of takeaway and threw it directly into the trash can.

"You don't look like you are delivering food. What is your relationship with that store?"

"Ah Hui Jiangxi Xiaochao, I'm the boss's son, I just help deliver it."

"Since you are the boss's son, you must know how to cook, come with me—"

Song Zeyou heard something wrong and wanted to stop him, but the owner of the villa had already left the dining room door, Song Zeyou had no choice but to follow.

Sure enough, the next stop was the kitchen.

When the kitchen door opened, Song Zeyou felt that he was entering a top-secret scientific research institute.

Completely different style, clean, black and white, modern, huge, empty...

The kitchen is so big, the specifications are built with reference to the hotel?

There is a huge operating table in the middle of the kitchen, and all kinds of ingredients are arranged meticulously.

Those vegetables and fruits are still dewy and very fresh.

There are dozens of seasonings alone, and the names have been warmly pasted on them.

Knives of various shapes and qualities are shining brightly.

For any chef, this is a palace, a stage where they can display their talents wantonly.

It is Dongfeng, and it has everything you need, allowing you to do whatever you want.

Song Zeyou looked at the kitchen and immediately understood.

Would ordinary people build such a kitchen?There are only two cases, the host is very proficient in cooking, or attaches great importance to appetite, and if he has money, he will definitely hire a chef to take care of three meals.

The owner of the villa pointed to the operating table: "There are all kinds of ingredients here, you can make a few according to your needs, and you can go when you are done."

Song Zeyou looked distressed: "I'm really sorry, I really don't know anything about cooking...I only know how to make instant noodles."

Instant noodles?

There was a movement in his heart, and there was a faint thought in his mind.

"Don't talk nonsense, do it quickly." The owner of the villa showed hope uncontrollably in his eyes.

Song Zeyou took out all the money in his trouser pocket, a total of more than 100 yuan.

"Boss, I'm really sorry for delaying your meal, and I don't want to have an accident. Our Jiangxi Xiaochao is just a small business. I only have so much on me. I will give it all to you. If you ask me to cook on the spot, I really can't do anything. Forcing me is the hard way, so I can only call 110 and ask the police to deal with it."

After this time, he sees the warmth and coldness of the world more clearly, and does not leave a way for the poor to survive, which has been the case since ancient times.