Wanjie Hotel: Iron Man is not allowed to charge

Chapter 33 DS told me that you are all playing me

Chapter 33 DS told me that you are all playing me (please read)
Wen Ming slept until six in the morning.

More than four hours of sleep seemed to recharge him at high speed, allowing him to quickly recover to his best condition.

He was a little surprised by the charging speed.

Although I am only 22 years old, my recovery ability is really abnormal, right?
I've heard that many bosses are incredibly energetic, but I've never heard of anyone as energetic as me, right?

Considering that his Eagle Language listening, reading and writing skills were also improving at an astonishing rate, Wen Ming became increasingly suspicious that some strange changes were taking place in his body.

Does that space crack, or rather this hotel, have any other functions that I don’t know about?
Could it be that he is transforming himself?
But Wen Ming didn't have much time to think about these things at this time.

The number of rooms occupied yesterday reached 107.

Including room charges, food and beverages, and gym income, it reached US$85339. Although it was not as high as the US$13.9 the day before, that was because there was a US$10 banquet deposit the day before.

Excluding banquet income, the income is doubled.

Wen Ming roughly calculated the exchange rate and immediately became excited.

61.9 million.

Adding the income from the day before yesterday, it directly reached 163 million.

Has your income exceeded one million?

How could it be so fast?

It's only been open for 2 days!

With excitement, Wen Ming came to the dining area. Olaf and another chef were already busy preparing the buffet.

There are 107 rooms and more than 200 guests staying in the hotel. With such a large dining group, the demand for delicious food is naturally huge.

In fact, there were already some passengers waiting for their meals in the restaurant for early flights.

Wen Ming didn't dare to delay, and quickly walked to the workbench and started preparing breakfast.

Not long after he finished, a familiar voice rang out: "Why are you up so early? I heard Mina say you didn't go to bed until 2 o'clock."

"I've slept for four hours. I'll take another nap at noon. I have a banquet tonight, so I might need to be busy for a while."

Wen Ming raised his head and saw Flora, who had changed into a professional suit, sitting in front of him.

Flora looked brighter today than she had in the previous two days. She was wearing 7cm black suede pointed-toe shoes and sitting on a high stool in front of the open kitchen. Her young body in her 20s was neatly wrapped in a double-breasted beige suit, and the waist-hugging cut showed off her peachy buttocks and hourglass waist.

Her long golden hair was combed into a high ponytail, and the ends of her hair swept over the charming scent of the lingering perfume, which was sweet but not strong.

The morning light slanted in from the high arched windows of the Flatiron Hotel. The half-dark and half-bright light and shadow passed over her fair skin, reflecting tiny silver rays on the three minimalist earrings on her left ear.

With a height of 170 cm, her long legs outlined by pencil pants give her a supermodel-like oppressive feeling.

Today's Flora is as professional as ever.

"You're working too hard. Hire a few more people and take more rest."

Flora made her own suggestion.

"Well, there might be a few more chefs joining today, so I won't be so busy in a few days."

As he spoke, Wen Ming took out the dough that had been proofed and kneaded it into long strips.

I saw him gently holding the two ends of the dough with both hands, stretching it left and right, and then letting the long dough bounce up and down.

The long dough is placed back on the chopping board and kneaded, coated with dry flour, stretched again, and then naturally drooped and automatically entangled together.

So back and forth.

Flora saw Wen Ming's actions and roughly guessed what Wen Ming was going to do.

"Ramen today?"

"Yes, do you want the finer ones or the coarser ones?"

Wen Ming was concentrating on making the noodles. As the noodles were stretched and twisted many times, the dough became more and more difficult to pull apart. However, the more this happened, the more it meant that the noodles were cooked.

This kind of noodles is delicious.

"Well, make it thinner so it's easier to digest." Flora looked at Wen Ming's powerful stretching and bouncing movements and felt it was pleasing to the eye.

It turns out that men cooking is so charming.

"I want something thicker!"

The fat man and his non-white friend seemed like the Black and White Impermanence, and sat down next to Flora at the same time.

Wen Ming nodded, put the dough in his hand on the chopping board, pinched off a small ball, rolled it into a long thin strip, and then stretched it quickly and bounced it up, repeating it again and again.

I saw the noodles getting longer and thinner, until they were as thin as a thread.

"So thin? That's amazing!"

The three of them stared at the scene in amazement.

They thought that if they could only pull it thinner than a pencil lead, it would be considered good, but they didn't expect Wen Ming to be able to pull it so thin.

Wen Ming was also a little surprised: "This is the first time I've pulled it so thin, and I didn't expect it to not break."

The pulled noodles were thrown into the boiling pot. Wen Ming used long chopsticks to pick them up a few times, then began to pull out the second dough and stretch it to make it bounce up.

The Black and White Impermanence looked at each other and swallowed their saliva together: "Wen Ming, can you pull it this thin for us too?"

"can."

Wen Ming nodded, and the ramen in his hand was stretched into thin threads again, and then thrown into the high pot.

At this time, the first bowl of noodles is cooked.

The ramen is thin and easy to cook.

Wen Ming used a colander to scoop out the noodles, rinsed them in cold water, and then placed them in a large bowl on the side.

A large spoonful of beef bone broth that had been simmered for several hours, along with two slices of white radish, was scooped up and poured over the ramen.

At the end, add a few pieces of beef braised last night and chopped green onions.

Wen Ming placed the ramen in front of Flora.

"Braised beef ramen, I hope you like it."

"Wen Ming, I find that you are the best cook in the world!"

The blonde office lady's eyes were shining at this moment, and the Black and White Impermanence beside her were swallowing their saliva anxiously.

Why does this bowl of ramen look so much better than the one at Sakura Restaurant?
"The second bowl is mine, right?"

The fat man eagerly raised his buttocks and looked towards the high pot.

Although Brother Feibai was reserved, he was also staring at Wen Ming closely.

Wen Ming quickly made the third bowl of ramen and threw it into the high pot. Then he scooped out the second bowl of ramen and placed it in front of the fat man. "More beef or less?"

"That's enough."

The fat man eagerly picked up the chopsticks and clumsily imitated Flora and put the food into his mouth.

Wen Ming looked at the fat man seriously and admired his self-discipline again.

Why can't he lose weight?
Brother Feibai didn't have to wait too long before he got to eat the handmade ramen that was as thin as a thread. Different from the noodles he usually eats, when the ramen goes into his mouth, he can clearly feel the toughness and wheat aroma of the noodles bursting between his teeth.

The ramen is chewy and very firm, but not difficult to chew.

The rich taste makes Fei Bai's face bloom.

The expressions of the three were almost identical.

Wen Ming looked at the other person's exaggerated expression and was not moved at all.

Stop pretending.

DS told me that you are all playing me.

(End of this chapter)

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