White Moonlight of the Tyrant

"You...what do you mean, we...how dare we deceive Young Master Huo..." The manager turned pale with fright, trembling all over, cold sweat dripping down his forehead drop by drop.

The manager picked up the handkerchief, wiped his sweat tremblingly, and said firmly: "Misunderstanding, there must be some misunderstanding!"

There was a short laugh from the man's mouth, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the snakeskin bag on the ground was instantly opened——

A person not like a person, something not like a ghost struggled to crawl out of it.

The man's face was beaten like a pig's head, and his whole body was dirty, but his identity could be easily identified from his overalls.

Be the chef!

The man pulled up the collar of the manager's clothes, and said in a sinister tone, "My young master is merciful, so I will give you one last chance."

After finishing speaking, the man threw it hard, and the manager was immediately thrown several meters and fell to the ground hard.

He screamed in pain.

"Say—" The man put his leather boots on the dining chair, glanced coldly at the group of staff in the corner, and snapped, "Who made the shrimp with milk sauce yesterday!"

The crows were silent.

Suddenly someone stood up with a clear voice: "Me."

******

Half an hour later, Ming Ran was taken to a strange place.Along the dark gravel path, he saw a magnificent villa standing not far away.

Suddenly, a soft and gentle meow came from beside me.

Ming Ran couldn't help but stop and look around.In the big flower field not far away, there is a snow-white cat.

The cat was basking in the sun, its water-blue eyes were crystal clear, and it was half-closed at the moment, looking very lazy and cute.

When it saw Ming Ran, its white tail dangling among the flowers shook slightly as a greeting.

What a beautiful cat!

Ming Ran was amazed in his heart, and then he found that the flower field was full of roses!

It's just that because of the season, the roses have not yet bloomed, and they are all green from a distance.

Those rose branches are trimmed and cared for very carefully, it can be seen that the owner must love them very much.

After entering the door, the servant pointed to the living room on the second floor.

Ming Ran stepped on the soft carpet, passed the hall, and passed the long corridor.Dim and elegant lights glowed on both sides of the walls, and he was attracted by an oil painting in the corner.

The content of the painting is a dark night, like a country night without neon lights.

A round moon hung in the sky, surrounded by dark green forests, almost blending into the night.

It's all very ordinary.

What attracts the bright flames are several pale green fireflies in the distance in the painting.

The fireflies are very faint, but people notice it at the first glance when they look at the painting.

Although small, it is beautiful.

"Hideaki Furukawa's masterpiece "Forest of Fireflies""

Ming Ran turned around abruptly, and saw a young man in a white shirt and walking slowly with an ebony cane.

He is tall, handsome but very young, and his voice is hoarse and strange, he should be in the period of voice change.

It's him!

Ming Ran suddenly remembered that this person had helped him in Lin City.

Huo Zheng walked to the painting on crutches, his thick black eyebrows were slightly frowned: "This is a painting that my uncle likes very much. He often stands in the corridor and stares quietly just like you."

"But I can't see what's so good about this painting. It's so dark, what's so good about it?"

"It's useless to buy such a piece of broken paper for tens of millions." Huo Zheng curled his lips: "Hey, you see what's going on, tell me."

Ming Ran has heard of the name of Hideaki Gu Chuan, he is a well-known painter abroad, most of his paintings are auctioned at tens of millions.

"Hinghuo, it's beautiful." Ming Ran said softly.

After hearing this, Huo Zheng moved his head closer to the painting and looked at it carefully for a long time.

Then, he shook his head and shrugged: "Forget it, I'm not interested."

Ming Ran and Huo Zheng walked into the living room.

Huo Zheng threw away his crutches, put his feet on the handle of the chair, and said, "Your shrimp with milk sauce suits my taste. Are you interested in being my personal chef?"

"I'll give you ten times the price of the original restaurant, and you only need to prepare three meals a day for me. The rest of the time is up to you, and you can do whatever you want."

"Hey that..." Huo Zheng touched his chin: "Aren't you going to participate in a cooking competition at the end of the month? You can ask for leave as you like, and your salary will be paid!"

Ming Ran is short of money right now, this opportunity is like a pie in the sky for him!

But thinking of Huo Zheng's irritable and beating personality...

Ming Ran feels that there are some things that should not be kept secret, it is good for everyone to open up!

Ming Ran: "I... talk, there is a problem."

Huo Zheng nodded, his tone was flat and indifferent: "I know, I knew about it in the bathroom of Lincheng Hotel. What, does cooking have anything to do with talking?"

That being the case, of course Ming Ran would not refuse, he nodded and said: "Yes, I will do it."

"very good!"

Huo Zheng clapped his hands fiercely, stood up on crutches, and walked in front of Ming Ran: "Our Huo family is famous for the treatment they offer to chefs. Who wouldn't want to work here? You should thank me, little one." stammer."

Ming Ran always repays kindness, even if Huo Zheng doesn't say it, he will remember it in his heart.

But Ming Ran can't figure it out, he and Huo Zheng are not old acquaintances, nor do they have mutual friends, why does Huo Zheng always help him when he is most difficult?

"You will live here from now on, if you need anything, just tell the housekeeper."

"Oh, there is one more very important thing!"

Huo Zheng suddenly put away his cynical expression and became serious: "Only my uncle and I live in this house. Although my uncle has been abroad for a long time and rarely comes back, I still have to tell you in advance."

"The study on the third floor is a restricted area, you must not enter it. Also, don't play with fire in front of him!"

playing with fire?

Ming Ran looked dull.

Uh...is that the "playing with fire" he understood? ? ?

"Open flames! Any open flames! For example, lighters, don't use them in front of him."

Huo Zheng lowered his voice, and his tone was unprecedentedly serious: "If you dare, you will die."

"At that time, no one can save you, and neither can I."