After everything was ready, Zhang Yang came out of his house and walked to the gate. To his surprise, he saw Yang Yi and a group of people discussing something with the security guard. Zhang Yang involuntarily slowed down and listened to what they said.
What?
"Brother security guard, just let us in!" Yang Yi said coquettishly.
"No, you went there yesterday and broke the fire extinguisher, which caused us to be criticized," the security guard said.
Yang Yi begged: "Security brother, I told you, we didn't do that!"
"Nothing can be said," the security guard said.
Yang Yi blinked and said: "Brother security, let me ask you, has that black Passat, license plate number A7352, driven out?"
The security guard shook his head and said, "I didn't see it."
Yang Yi raised her hand and said yes, then turned around and said: "That guy hasn't gone out yet. Let's wait. He will definitely go out. I asked my father. There is no food in the refrigerator. He will definitely come out to eat. Then we will have a good time."
Let’s teach him a lesson and avenge the humiliation he gave us yesterday.”
A girl pouted and said: "Yiyi, we vented our anger on you. We didn't even eat breakfast, so you just made us wait like this!"
Yang Yi waved her hand and said: "No problem, I'll call for takeout right now. I had a fight with him today and I had to say this."
Zhang Yang shook his head in a funny way. It seemed that his dressing up was very successful. They didn't even recognize him face to face.
When Yang Yi saw Zhang Yang looking at her, she raised her eyebrows and said, "What are you looking at? I've never seen a beautiful woman! Even the Seven Wolves, you look like a big pervert at first glance."
Zhang Yang shook his head speechlessly. He was indeed a new and new human being, and he had no good words to say.
As Zhang Yang walked further and further away, a short girl with a round face and long hair looked at her back in confusion and said, "Why do I think this person looks familiar?"
Yang Yi held the little girl's arm speechlessly and said: "Tingting, I'm convinced by you. Yesterday I fell in love with that awesome second-generation guy, and today I fell in love with the big pervert again. Can't you have a better taste?"
Tingting pouted and said, "I'm right, this man looks familiar! It's strange that I can't remember when I saw him."
"Okay, stop talking. Brothers and sisters, cheer up for me. After teaching this second-generation bastard, I will treat you to a big dinner." Yang Yi said loudly.
Everyone screamed.
Zhang Yang heard the shouting from behind and laughed evilly, just wait, they would never see a single figure even in the afternoon.
After walking a few steps forward, Zhang Yang saw a restaurant in front of him, with Hong's Private Kitchen hanging above it.
I don’t know when it started. More and more people started to fall in love with these private restaurants instead of going to star-rated hotels. As a result, private restaurants on the roadside have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain. Zhang Yang and Wang Yue have also been there several times. There are many good ones.
Yes, there are also fake ones.
I looked around and saw that there weren't any good restaurants. The decoration of this one was relatively luxurious, and there was a sports car of unknown brand parked at the door. That's it. I was wearing new clothes, so I couldn't go to a roadside stall to eat.
After entering the door, Zhang Yang's eyes lit up. The hotel is not big and the decoration is very unique. The private rooms are separated by bamboos and there are many green plants, giving people a feeling of returning to nature.
Because it was morning, I couldn't see anyone eating before I arrived at the room, not even the waiter Zhang Yang.
"Is there anyone?" Zhang Yang shouted.
"Who is it? It's so early in the morning and you don't let anyone rest." A lazy voice sounded from the second floor.
Zhang Yang followed the sound and looked over.
First, a pair of long legs were exposed, and for a moment Zhang Yang thought the other party was naked.
The sound of high heels squeaking on the wooden stairs was heard, and a woman wearing red pajamas with long hair walked down the stairs.
Seeing that Zhang Yang was a stranger, the woman frowned and asked, "Who are you? What do you do?"
Zhang Yang was dumbfounded, who was he?
Nima, isn’t this a restaurant?
"Is this Hong's private restaurant?" Zhang Yang asked.
The woman nodded.
Zhang Yang said angrily: "Since it's a restaurant, of course I'm here to eat. If you have any dishes, please fry them up!"
The woman looked at Zhang Yang with wide eyes.
Zhang Yang asked with some confusion: "Is there any problem?"
"No, of course not, just wait and I'll do it now." After saying that, the woman put a smile on her face and rushed into the kitchen excitedly.
Zhang Yang shook his head, it was probably another copycat private restaurant. Have you ever seen a chef from any restaurant cooking in pajamas? He just thought this woman was the owner of the restaurant.
Chef Zhang Yang suddenly felt that he had chosen the wrong restaurant.
Forget it, wait for a while, with such an exquisite decoration, the food should not be much different. Otherwise, it would be impossible to open a restaurant in this location. Zhang Yang is deeply aware of how expensive the rent in Beijing is.
Soon the woman came out with two plates of food. She was still wearing the same red pajamas, but now they were stained with oil, her hair was messy, and there was some white liquid on her face, which seemed to be starch.
Zhang Yang felt bad, and sure enough, two plates of fried black stuff were brought up.
Pointing to the dishes on the plate, Zhang Yang's voice was full of fear: "What is this?"
"This is a plate of black and white vegetables! There is nothing in the kitchen, so I fried this. Let me tell you, this is the only private restaurant. You can eat whatever is available?" The woman's voice suddenly became louder.
Zhang Yang was dumbfounded. Black and white vegetables were fried into black?
He stretched out his chopsticks and picked it up. You could see the fungus, but that one was cabbage? Was there too much soy sauce, or was it stir-fried? Looking at this woman in pajamas, Zhang Yang could no longer see her beauty.
, only fear.
"What about this one?" Zhang Yang pointed to another plate and asked.
It's also dark inside, short and section by section.
"Garlic moss, you can't recognize it, can you?" the woman said with her eyes wide open.
Zhang Yang put down his chopsticks speechlessly. He didn't dare to eat. The cabbage was fried black. You could say there was too much soy sauce, but the green garlic was fried black. What an amazing cooking skill. Such cooking skills,
Dare to open a private restaurant on the roadside, it is really not something ordinary people can do.
"Well, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first." Zhang Yang grabbed his bag and was about to leave.
The woman quit and stopped in front of Zhang Yang and said, "Hey, what are you doing? You don't even taste the food I worked so hard to cook. You're just kidding me!"
Zhang Yang said helplessly: "Can't I just give you money?"
After saying that, he took out his wallet. He just wanted to escape from this devil's cave and sell his gold. As for eating, let him go. After seeing such disgusting things, he wouldn't have to eat for a whole day.
While the two were arguing, the door of the hotel was pushed open.
The two looked over.
The woman in red's voice suddenly became gentle: "Sister Hong, you are back."
Zhang Yang looked at the woman who walked in. She was wearing beige clothes, with fine short hair, double eyelids and big eyes that were not inferior to those of a little swallow. She had an oval face, a high nose bridge, light red lips, and very white skin. The only thing that was not
What is harmonious is that she is holding a vegetable basket in her hand.
"Sister Hong" looked at the two plates of food on the table, then looked at the wallet on Zhang Yang's hand, and understood immediately.
He gave the woman in red a fierce look and apologized to Zhang Yang: "I'm sorry, sir, but my sister doesn't know how to cook. I'll make you two dishes of whatever you want to eat!"
Zhang Yang shook his head hastily. After the scene just now, he no longer had any hope.
So what if this woman is more beautiful than the woman in red, maybe the dishes she cooks are more terrifying, Zhang Yang doesn't want to leave a psychological shadow on himself that he dares not enter a private restaurant, so he said: "No need! How much are these two plates of food?"
"
"Sister Hong" smiled and said, "Then you wait two minutes, it will be over soon. Linlin, come in with me."
The woman in red followed Sister Hong with a mournful face. When she passed Zhang Yang, she stepped on Zhang Yang hard, as if Zhang Yang had done something wrong.
Zhang Yang was a little confused, forget it, wait for a while.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, a woman came in with two plates of vegetables and a plate of fried rice.
It's still black and white vegetables and fried garlic. It seems that this woman is very strong and wants to save the situation just now.
The rice is Yangzhou fried rice, which is a very ordinary dish, but the fragrance is fragrant. Zhang Yang glanced at Sister Hong in surprise. The woman in red snorted and said: "Boy, you are in a good mood. If you want to eat Sister Hong's stir-fry, that's it."
Reservation is required.”
"Linlin!" Sister Hong called out in a low voice.
The woman in red shut her mouth obediently.
Zhang Yang didn't show any courtesy, picked up his chopsticks and started eating. It was so fragrant and so delicious that before he knew it, two plates of food and one plate of rice were all gone.
After burping, Zhang Yang's face turned red for the first time when he saw the sneering woman in red.
"How much?" Zhang Yang asked.
This will be sincere and it is so delicious.
Sister Hong smiled and said, "No need. I am a sister who likes to make mischief. She must have scared you just now. Just think of me as apologizing for her."
Thinking of the dish just now, Zhang Yang shuddered. Not only was he scared, he was scared to death working part-time. Zhang Yang took out two hundred yuan from his wallet and put it on the table and said: "You should pay for meals. Thank you, this is what I am doing
The most delicious meal I’ve ever had in a restaurant.”
After saying that, Zhang Yang picked up his bag and left without looking back.
"Sister Hong, what does he mean? The food in the restaurant is the most delicious. Is it possible that the food at his home is better than this?" the woman in red said angrily.
Sister Hong shook her head and said nothing.
Zhang Yang was walking on the road, reminiscing about the meal he had just eaten, and thought to himself: The cooking is really good, it would be great if I could eat it every day. Anyway, I don’t like cooking, so if I could order food from her, I wouldn’t have to open the fire.
This is a good idea. I'll finish the work in a while and come back to discuss it.