Laughing, the host always wants to escape

The chef threw the dishes into the dishwasher, then turned around and looked up to see Tang Cuo leaning against the door. He was a little nervous, "Master Tang, why are you in the kitchen? Are you hungry?"

"No, I just came here to learn from you..."

Hearing his words, the chef looked puzzled, "Uh... to learn from others?"

"I want to ask what Jian Rong likes to eat? Or is there anything he shouldn't eat? I wonder if you can tell me?" Tang Cuo looked at him eagerly.

"Well... I'm afraid that's not possible. We have professional ethics and cannot tell others the owner's preferences casually..." The chef looked a little conflicted.

"Brother Chef..." Tang Cuo pursed his lips and then lowered his voice, "I guess you have heard about the relationship between Jian Rong and me. He and I have been arguing a lot these past few days. I want to do something to ease the freezing point between us. Please, please..."

Tang Cuo blinked his all-powerful starry eyes and stared closely at the chef's eyes. "I promise that you will be watching me while I cook. I will never have the chance to tamper with anything. Do you think this is okay?"

“This…” The chef looked into his eyes, his heart beating even faster and faster, “Okay then…” Finally, he let go.

Tangcuo immediately grabbed the apron beside him and put it on himself, then looked at him seriously, "Go ahead, I'm listening."

"Well... Actually, it's nothing. First of all, Mr. Jian doesn't eat onions, ginger, garlic, or spicy food because he has stomachaches. He also doesn't eat meat with too much fat, which will cause indigestion... At noon, I can make fish soup for Mr. Jian. I need fresh crucian carp, and it's best to stew it for three hours..."

No way, so many requirements, he is the emperor? He also drinks soup for three hours? Why does he have the right? Just eat whatever I cook, I advise him to stop doing dirty things every day...

Tang Cuo pursed his lips, smiled at the chef, and kept complaining in his heart, "Excuse me, chef, how much salary can he pay you a month?"

"Hmm... 300,000 per month, not counting bonuses?"

Duo Shao? Three hundred thousand? Huh?

If the salary is this much, just kill him and help our brother Jian.

Seeing Tang Cuo's envious expression, the chef was a little confused, "Master Tang, doesn't Master Jian give you money every month?"

Killing people and destroying their hearts, really killing people and destroying their hearts.

"Let's not talk about this. Chef brother, let's start now." Tang Cuo walked to the stove, picked up the kitchen knife beside him, and observed it carefully.

Then began today’s busy day.

Two or three hours later, Tang Cuo leaned against the door panel beside him and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, "Huh~ Finally done." Looking at the delicious dishes in front of him, Tang Cuo smiled.

Then he picked up the chopsticks beside him and murmured, "Come on, let me taste it for you first." As he said that, he picked up the chopsticks and started picking up the food.

"Oh my god, that's great. My cooking skills have improved again. Chef, give me a bowl of rice." Tang Cuo pulled a chair over and sat down.

After finishing a bowl of rice, his eyes twitched a little: It's over, wasn't it used to bribe Jian Rong? Why did I eat it myself? Okay, there's still some left, I can't eat any more.

Tangcuo raised his hand to put the dishes in front of him into the takeaway box, then picked it up and walked towards the door, "Let's go."

The two bodyguards at the door saw him and immediately surrounded him, "Master Tang, are you going out?"

"Ah."

"Sorry, Master Rong said that you can't go anywhere except the villa."

"Brothers, I really have something to do. I want to go find Jian Rong and I won't run away secretly." Tang Cuo pursed his lips.

"Master Tang, please go back and don't make things difficult for us." The man had a serious face and had no intention of giving in.

"Nothing to talk about?" Tang Cuo smiled, then tightened the lunch box in his hand and took a few steps towards them.

"Sorry." Seeing Tang Cuo's actions, the two men took a step forward, wanting to pick him up and throw him back to the villa.

"Kids, if I can't beat Jian Rong, can I beat you?" As he said that, Tang Cuo stretched out his hand in the direction of the man, grabbed his arm, and then pulled it outward with force, knocking the man to the ground.

Then he swept his leg and knocked the other bodyguard to the ground. Tang Cuo half-knelt down and looked at the two of them. Two green talismans appeared in his hands.

Tangcuo attached the talisman to the two people, and then walked out on his own, "Xiaoye, how long does your immobilization talisman last?"

[After two hours, I will automatically disappear, host.]

"Yeah, I get it." He looked up at the empty mountain road outside, and his eyes twitched unconsciously. "No way, which kind person would build a house on a mountain?"

"What should I do? Xiao Ye, you won't really let me go step by step, right?" Tang Cuo swallowed.

[Teleportation Talisman, can move one kilometer at a time. According to my calculations, it takes about four to get from here to the Raiders Company. Would you like to buy one?]

“Do I still have points after buying this?”

[Report to the host, after use, you still have ten points left. At the same time, the system does not accept any flattery or threatening bargaining.]

You are such a profiteer, Ono, you have really learned it.

"Okay, let's buy it." Tang Cuo gritted his teeth, then stomped his feet and bought it!

[Congratulations host, the transaction is successful, do you want to use it now?]

"Use it." Tang Cuo nodded.

After a few seconds, Tangcuo felt his body becoming lighter, and then with a "whoosh", the scene around him began to blur.

At the foot of the mountain, an old man was watching his watermelons in the field. He cracked a watermelon open, cut it into small pieces, held it in his hand, and was just about to take a bite.

Suddenly, a breeze blew up his few strands of hair. When he came to his senses, not to mention the watermelon, even the rind was gone. The old man shook his hands in disbelief, "Ah? Where's my watermelon?"

On the other side, after one thousand meters, Tangcuo, who stopped by the roadside, looked at the watermelon he accidentally got in his hand, his joy was beyond words.

"Oh my god, a watermelon fell from the sky." As he said that, he directly picked up the spoon and started eating it in big mouthfuls. Then he put the watermelon rind beside the road and continued on his way.

Five minutes later, Tang Cuo stopped downstairs of Jian Rong's company. He reached out to tidy up his flying hair and sighed helplessly.

Then he raised his foot and walked towards the door.

"Hello, sir, who are you looking for?" asked the beautiful lady at the front desk.

"Hello, hello, I'm looking for Jian Rong. Is he in the company?" Tang Cuo pursed his lips.

"You're looking for Mr. Jian, sir, do you have an appointment?"

"There is no appointment, but he knows me. You can call him to confirm." Tang Cuo shook his head.