superstar chef

I firmly believe that my fate is up to me!

Even if the front is full of thorns, he will still walk with his head held high and fearless.

"Are Zhan Yi and Zhan Yu ready?" Wen Renliang asked calmly, staring at the back of Lan Se's head.

Lancer nodded grinningly, "The show is about to begin!"

The bloodthirsty factor in his blood made him ready to move with excitement. Lancer was not a person willing to enjoy mediocrity. Only constant fighting and fighting could make him feel the value and meaning of life.

"Is Lancer's son also in New York?" The little guy asked with concern: "How old is he? Is he naughty?"

Lancer shrugged and said, "It's okay, but a little clingy!"

The little guy pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, "Okay, isn't it good to be clingy? Little Cheese also likes to be cold, likes to watch him, follow him, anyway... clingy!"

Lancer snorted and was speechless.

At around ten o'clock in the evening, the little guy was wrapped in a thick cotton coat and wrapped in that snow-white fluffy scarf. Under Wen Renliang's considerate service, he got on the helicopter with the propeller still spinning and whistling. Zhan Yu was also fully dressed. Armed, carrying a small suitcase, jumped into the helicopter, took the big suitcase from Wen Renliang, and sat down next to the little guy.

The little guy consciously put on noise-proof earmuffs, and asked Zhan Yu loudly: "Where is Lancer? Isn't he going with us?"

Zhan Yu also put on earmuffs, frowned and said, "Do you think our helicopter can squeeze out those strong and strong gangsters? Lancer and the others are going to the airport!"

Wen Renliang, who was dressed in a black outfit, jumped onto the plane, pulled the little guy into his arms, wrapped the clothes around the little thing tightly, and waited for Zhan Yi to arrange everything. After getting on the plane, the helicopter roared up. In the sky, quickly passed the neon bright night sky of Hong Kong, and flew to the other side of the ocean.

The world's three major financial center giants, New York, are chilling and the air is icy cold.

The Statue of Liberty held up the torch in its hand, welcoming foreigners from all over the world.

This is a paradise for the rich, but also a hell for the poor. The upper east side of Manhattan is full of rich people, and Wall Street is prosperous and luxurious.

From one big city to another, Little Cheese didn't feel uncomfortable, after all, he had wandered around Italy with Wen Renliang a few years ago.

However, now he is a little unhappy. The little guy's English level has been a little bit under Wen Renliang's careful teaching these years, but he still has a little bit of English when talking to New Yorkers who are full of American English. difficult.

Wen Renliang has a house in Manhattan, and the servant who helped him take care of the house was already waiting there by car.

This was originally Zhan Yu's hometown, but unfortunately his family business had already been divided up by the Horston family, so he had no choice but to follow Zhan Yi to the real estate Zhan Yi bought in New York.

Little Cheese waved goodbye to Zhan Yu, who was in a bad mood, and the Italian servant who was waiting by the side came up to him with a smile, took the box from Wen Renliang's hand, and bowed with a smile, "Welcome, sir."

Wen Renliang waved his hands, picked up the little guy and sat in the car, and when the car started to drive, he asked calmly, "Is Pulis here?"

"Yes sir, Pulis is already waiting for your arrival at the villa."

The little guy buried his little face in Wen Renliang's chest tiredly, "Price is here, will Lilia come too?"

Wen Renliang touched his little face, and said: "If Lilia comes with me, no one will take care of my grandfather. They are my right and left hands, but it's better to let them work separately now, you know , Distance creates beauty, little guy!"

Little Cheese snorted in disapproval: "That's not true, distance can't produce beauty, distance can only produce mistress!"

Wen Renliang couldn't help laughing: "Where did you learn all this?"

The little guy opened his eyes with a faint smile, and rubbed Wen Renliang's warm chest with attachment, "Anyway, if Lilia and Pulis work together, she will always have early menopause, yelling at Pulis, Hmm... It's better for the couple to work together separately! This way Priss won't be poisoned by that nagging wife every day!"

Superstar's Little Chef Volume 080: Little Cheese [-] Little Cheese is an adult now

The little guy who was full of sleep felt that the soft and luxurious big bed did not have the familiar temperature, and he was very unhappy, trembling and curly eyelashes, and smeared and climbed out of the bed.

The size of the villa is a bit scary, and it is very lacking in popularity. Barefoot and wearing pajamas, the little thing walked into the study room by the wall lamp with a faint yellow halo on the wall of the corridor, rubbing his eyes while walking and muttering in a small voice: " Cold, hungry... my stomach hurts."

Pushing open the door and entering the study, Wen Renliang was seriously wiping the ancient Paladin sword brought over from Hong Kong across the sea, the little guy frowned, pouted sleepily, and went to Wen Renliang's side Walk, and then slowly climb onto his lap.

"Hungry." He stretched out his small head and kissed the corner of Wen Renliang's mouth, then bent his eyes in a daze, and rubbed the small wrinkles on Wen Renliang's eyebrows with his fingertips, "Liang, I'm hungry, I want to eat .”

Wen Renliang lowered his eyes to look at him, put down the long sword shining with cold silver light in his hand, put the little thing on his shoulder, let him put his arms around his neck and said, "What baby do you want to eat? You need to call Pulis Wake up and help you prepare supper?"

The little guy shook his head, "I want Liang to make it." He blinked, thought for a while and said, "In the future, the little guy will be Liang's full-time little chef, okay?"

Wen Renliang said, "As long as the baby likes it."

The little guy's mood became better, a pair of slender and clear hands restlessly touched into the beige open sweater Wen Renliang was wearing, and the little guy grabbed Wen Renliang's clear, strong and healthy chest twice, Sato said: "It feels great!"

Wen Renliang raised his eyebrows, turned his face to the little guy and smiled ambiguously.

Before the two walked around the desk and walked out of the study room, the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window vibrated as it was shot by bullets. The little guy's face turned pale, and he looked out of the dark window expressionlessly, "Bulletproof glass?"

"Yeah." Wen Renliang nodded in response, "Can the baby get used to it?"

Little Cheese lay on his shoulder, rubbing Wen Renliang's exposed sexy neck affectionately, "Adaptation, Liang's life is the life of the little guy. Well... Italians say, one soul and one body."

Wen Renliang's heart moved violently, and he sighed, "Baby." I'm afraid his life will be an endless war movie in the future, with plots and bullets running through it, thrills and thrills coexisting.

The flying bullets woke up all the servants and bodyguards in the villa. Wen Renliang left the study with a small thing on his back, and Pulis, who had always been strict and blunt, was trotting upstairs in panic. His fair face looked even paler at this moment, when his blue eyes like the Mediterranean Sea looked at Wen Renliang, he asked anxiously, "Sir, are you okay?"

Wen Renliang waved to him, and there were a lot of dark bodyguards gathered in the huge living room. They were tall, with different skin colors, and looked solemn, "Go outside and have a look around."

Price nodded, "Yes, sir."

Pulis seems to be an elegant and dull British-Italian half-breed. He has not inherited the lazy, sexy and chic that belongs to the Italian in his half blood. He can be regarded as an out-and-out old-fashioned British guy.

Little Cheese blinked at Pulis and smiled at him: "Hey, Pulis, I'm going to prepare a supper, do you want some too?"

There was a little emotion in Pulis's deep eyes, you know, the little thing's cooking skills are much better than his wife who likes to yell at him to get angry.

However, Pulis felt that he would prefer to taste the delicious food his wife cooked for him, after all... that way he would taste the deep love that belonged to his wife for him from the food.

Thinking so, Pulis bowed to the little guy and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Little, I'm not hungry yet."

Wen Renliang carried him downstairs, walked through the clean and luxurious living room, and walked into the kitchen.

"Drink some milk first." Wen Renliang opened the refrigerator, took out a clean and cute cartoon porcelain bowl and poured milk into it.

The little guy pursed his mouth unhappily, "Will you drink fruit wine?" He still prefers the taste of fruit wine to milk.

Wen Renliang shook his head seriously, "No." He brought the cup full of milk to the little guy's mouth, "Honey, open your mouth."

The little thing shook his head slightly, lowering his head and not looking at him.

"Huh?" Wen Renliang frowned coldly, and looked at him sternly, "Aren't you good?"

Little Cheese jumped off Wen Renliang's back, walked towards the dining room, sat on a chair at the dining table, looked at the man in the kitchen carefully, raised his slender legs, and acted like a gentleman.

Wen Renliang chased him to the restaurant with milk in his hand, "Drink some tea first." His voice was deep and magnetic, very sweet.

The little guy turned his head and looked up at the tall and heroic man, "No." He raised his little face arrogantly, showing his temper.

When Xiaodong realized that there was too much disparity in height and tone when talking with Liang like this, in order to overwhelm the man first in terms of momentum, he climbed up on a chair and stood there, looking down at everyone from a high position, and said stubbornly: "I will Drink fruit wine, just a little."

Wen Renliang was amused by the little thing's awkward and stubborn tone, his gentle and soft head, "Then, if you don't want to drink milk, how about some fruity yogurt?"

"Hmph!" The little thing pouted, and rolled his eyes unhappily, "In this case, let's drink some fruit milk."