Chapter 595 I never take advantage. When the little demon girl heard this, she turned her little eyes around a few times and glanced at the shy Qin Xiaowan. A teasing smile suddenly appeared on her handsome little face: "Hey, hey, Just massage? Then tell me where he pressed you, Sister Xiaowan?" In fact, how could she not understand Brother Gan's massage method? She was pressed for a long time in the corridor just now. Until now. I just regained my composure a little bit.
"Oh, you damn girl...you don't know where to press...he has already given you a 'deep massage'!" Qin Xiaowan counterattacked angrily when she saw the little demon girl staring at him with a smirk on her face. She can't deal with Brother Gan, but she can still fight with the little demon girl.
"Sister Xiaowan, why have you become so bad? Did that stinky man teach you? Huh, I knew you would turn into a girl if you stayed with him for a long time!" The little demon girl didn't expect that. Even Qin Xiaowan was so heroic. While talking and playing with her, he even blamed his godbrother for the cause. It was a blessing that his godbrother was not here, otherwise it would be strange if he died unjustly. The two of them were bored. A coquettish girl is so horny on her own that she can’t blame others!
"You are still talking about me, aren't you the same? If I am a pervert, then you are a standard big pervert. No, you are a pervert, haha..." Qin Xiaowan said with a giggle. The little demon girl's scream at night made her blush just thinking about it. She just didn't know if she would be like that in the future. It was so embarrassing.
"I hate you, sister Xiaowan. You are a womanizer and a wolf. You are not ashamed to speak..." The little demon girl and Qin Xiaowan teased each other to their heart's content, leaving the two fuckers who had been standing aside unable to say anything. The "candidates" in Brother's harem kept covering their mouths and laughing with red faces. They were all virgins who had never been through human affairs, and they really couldn't stand the slutty words of the two heroic women, Little Demon Girl and Qin Xiaowan.
Zhao Yafang was still attentive and worthy of being a nurse. Seeing that Qin Xiaowan was so weak just after she woke up and kept talking, she took a glass of boiled water and walked to the bedside and said softly: "Sister Xiaowan, drink some boiled water, I added sugar. I keep drinking salt water and my mouth tastes bitter..."
"Well, thank you, Avon, for letting you stay here with me so late. You should go back and rest quickly. I'm fine, and Xiaojie..." Qin Xiaowan opened her slightly dry mouth and took a sip of steaming cherry. He encouraged me with gratitude.
"It's okay, Sister Xiaowan, let Sister Xiaoxuan and Xiaojie rest. I'm a nurse. It's convenient to take care of you here. Besides, I'm used to working late at night, so I'm not tired at all." Zhao Yafang fed Qin Xiaowan some water. She smiled and said, how could she let it go so easily when she finally had such an opportunity to have good contact with her godfather's woman?
She was still a little witch. She took out her compact iPhone 4s and saw that it was almost five o'clock. Why should she rest? She waved her little hand and said to the three girls: "Okay, okay, I don't think anyone should leave. Let's go now." It's daybreak, and I guess that stinky man will be back soon. Let's drink soup together later and soak up Sister Xiaowan's light, hehe..."
After the little demon girl finished speaking, Zhao Yafang and He Jie, who had not wanted to leave, immediately raised their hands in agreement. Qin Xiaowan had no choice but to give up. She couldn't sleep anyway, so it would be nice to have someone to talk and laugh with, so in this quiet winter day At night, the special care ward was filled with the sounds of warblers and fragrant breeze, and the four girls chattered non-stop.
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When Brother Gan took a taxi to the Crown Hotel, although five-star hotels are open 24 hours a day, after all, it was only four or five in the morning. At this time, not only the staff were tired and sleepy, but even the guests were not. At some point, the lobby manager who had been waiting in the lobby accompanied him with a smile and brought Brother Gan to the back kitchen where the chefs were busy making breakfast: "Brother Gan, this is the stove prepared for you. How about I arrange someone to cook it for you?" If you can do it well, how can I ask you to do it yourself..."
"Haha, no need, Manager Li. I've already troubled everyone enough. I didn't delay the chefs' work, right?" Brother Gan smiled slightly and waved his hands. It wasn't that he didn't believe in the chef's ability, but because this meal was for him. If it is done perfunctorily by the woman you love, it would be too hypocritical.
Upon hearing this, the lobby manager quickly waved his hand and said: "No, no, it's our hotel's honor to have you here. How can we say it's a trouble? Look, I've asked them to prepare these ingredients. If you need anything, just tell me and I'll go again." arrange."
Brother Gan glanced at the various precious foods that were piled on the table, including abalone, bear paws, bird's nests, and sea cucumbers. He didn't believe in these "precious" things, so he turned to the lobby manager who had been standing aside and smiled: "Thank you. Manager Li, I really don’t need what you arranged. Just find me a black-bone chicken, five eggs and some flour."
"Ah? Okay, I'll go make arrangements for you right now!" The lobby manager didn't react for a while. He looked at Brother Gan in confusion for a second and then hurriedly set off to do it. He knew what the big shot did and he had his own way. The truth is, don't ask if you shouldn't ask, and you won't get the answer if you ask. They will say what needs to be said.
Among a group of chefs and national chefs, I saw Brother Qian simply wearing a white scarf, which was far less formal than those chefs with taller hats. However, Brother Qian’s movements were not inferior at all. Brother Jiangan put the black-bone chicken sent by the side chef directly into a casserole with onion, ginger, pepper, star anise and other ingredients and stewed it over charcoal over a slow fire. This five-star hotel is of high quality, and ordinary places are not. I really couldn't make this soup. After simmering it for more than an hour, Brother Gan tore the tender shredded pork from the black-bone chicken breast into long strips, poured them into ice-cold cold water, and then put them back into the fragrant and shiny casserole. It continued to simmer over low heat, while the remaining thigh-like old meat was given up and simmered for another half an hour, until the long strips of meat were stewed to shreds and floated like silk in the casserole black chicken soup, then the heat was turned off.
The lobby manager has been standing aside and watching in stunned silence. He really can't imagine that the all-powerful gangster can actually do this. Although he doesn't know much about cooking, he has never eaten pork and has never seen a pig run away. , just looking at the posture, it is definitely not inferior to the chefs in the hotel, because there are already many chefs who have finished breakfast and are gradually moving closer.
But Brother Qian was not affected by the outside world at all. Cooking is the same as practicing. He must not be distracted at any time. He must always be connected with the food. Only in this way can he make spiritual food. Brother Qian did not put out the fire after making the soup. Instead, it was still simmering on a low fire. For a moment, the entire kitchen was filled with the aroma of chicken soup. A bright and sharp kitchen knife was flying on the chopping board, and only a "bang bang bang" sound was heard. Two minutes later Finally, two plates of cabbage hearts and spinach leaves with almost the same length and width were presented to everyone.
At this time, the chefs who were watching began to talk privately. Many people were nodding slightly. Seeing the lobby manager present, they thought the hotel was looking for a chef. They knew how to read the doorway, but they didn't know how to look at the door. He was just watching the excitement. If nothing else, I would say that Brother Qian’s soup-stewing skills and knife skills were completely worthy of a chef’s level.
Brother Gan took the iron pot, turned on the fire, put in shredded onion, ginger, garlic and other seasonings, then poured the shredded cabbage and spinach leaves in and poured the oil. A bright flame immediately rose in the iron pot, and there was a sound. The aroma of fried shredded onions bursts. After frying for a minute, turn off the charcoal and simmer, pour all the shredded black chicken soup in the casserole into the iron pot with oiled cabbage leaves and spinach leaves, and cook it for two minutes. , after the water in the pot boils, take two eggs in one hand, touch them a little, throw the eggs into the boiling chicken soup, put in five eggs, then mix the flour with water, and make a stir-fry. Use chopsticks to pick the floc that is wet but not dry into the boiling chicken soup. Stir evenly. Heat quickly over high heat. After boiling the pot twice, turn off the heat and remove.
"Smells, it really smells good. This pimple soup is amazing. Manager Li, please accept this young man!" One of the old chefs in his fifties closed his eyes and took a few breaths of the aroma of the pimple soup in the air. He suggested to the lobby manager who was so fascinated by what he saw that he kept swallowing his saliva. The other chefs also nodded in agreement. Such a good idea does not come so early. As long as there is a platform, it will definitely become a big success in the future. .
After being called out by the old man, the lobby manager reacted, swallowed a few mouthfuls and replied: "Okay, national chef, Mr. Wang is doing big things, how could..." Before he could finish speaking, Brother Gan was Stopped with a smile.
"Hey... you can't say that to Manager Li. Don't worry, old man. Whenever I can no longer survive, I will definitely come to our hotel to ask you for advice..." Brother Gan said and looked at the old man who just spoke. If you have kind eyebrows and kind eyes and a plump middle court, you are not an ordinary person. At least you are good at maintaining your health.
"Haha, okay, okay, I'm waiting for you, but I don't dare to ask for advice. It's okay to have a discussion!" The old man nodded with satisfaction and said happily, thinking to himself, "It's really scary to be born, just like the black chicken pimples that this kid made just now. Soup, I may not be able to cook it 100% of the time."
"Manager Li, do you think you can make me two thermos buckets?" It was already dawn outside, and it was estimated to be seven o'clock. Thinking of Qin Xiaowan still lying on the hospital bed, hungry, Gan Ge stopped nagging. Looking at the lobby manager, he asked.
The lobby manager quickly replied: "No problem, brother, just wait..." After saying that, he ordered someone to get it. Within a few minutes, the little chef who was running errands suppressed his appetite and filled two cups of the pimple soup from the pot. In a thermos bucket, my stomach kept rumbling with hunger.
"This is the cost of ingredients and lost work time. You collected it, Manager Li, and I have caused trouble to you. I also took away these two thermos buckets, and they are all included in it!" Brother Gan took two pieces filled with black-bone chicken. He took out the thermos bucket of pimple soup and took out 500 yuan from his pocket and handed it to the lobby manager.
"No, no, brother, I...how can I accept your money? Let our boss know about it later and he will have to curse me to death...Hurry up and put it away...Hurry up..." The lobby manager took the money and went to do it. Even if I beat him to death, he wouldn't dare to take his money from me, unless he didn't want to do it anymore.
Brother Qian said a little impatiently: "Okay, just take it if I let you take it. This is what I should pay. You are doing business. If you are all like me, how can you do business? I, Wang Xiaoqian, never take advantage." , take it!" After saying that, he walked out of the kitchen carrying two thermos buckets.