The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

Mr. Duan's face tightened and his cheeks twitched.

"You said... the money I gave you is not as high as Huo Yan's?"

The master nodded.

Mr. Duan did not look at Duan Xishen and Gu Weimian, but locked the master tightly.

"Then why do you still come to my place?"

The master was slightly startled by Mr. Duan's expression and took a small step back.

He opened his mouth,

"I told you... Mr. Huo asked me to come."

He looked at Gu Weimian,

"Madam, Mr. Huo is afraid that you won't be used to eating in this place."

Mr. Duan's eyes were as big as a bell, and his chest was rising and falling.

Panting.

"okay!"

He shouted loudly,

"What kind of person can't get used to eating? Weimian is my biological granddaughter, how can I still starve her?"

His eyes gradually turned cold as he looked at the master,

"You can leave now.

At least he suppressed his desire to curse.

But this was only due to Gu Weimian's presence.

Even though the words were polite, the man's body erupted with that terrible evil spirit.

But it's not something ordinary people can bear.

The atmosphere in the entire living room became terrifying and depressing.

The expression on the master's face became more and more awkward.

He is neither advancing nor retreating.

I really want to go back.

Will Huo Yan still want him?

Thinking of this, cold sweat broke out on the master's forehead.

Gu Weimian raised his eyelids slightly,

"I love his food."

Mr. Duan was stunned and looked at Gu Weimian stiffly.

Gu Weimian has already done it again.

Not much explanation.

Instead, I picked up another shrimp dumpling and ate it seriously.

She also picked up other dishes.

Both are similar dishes.

Moreover, this master chef at Fumanlou learned from a master chef who made the same dish.

They all look similar.

Gu Weimian, on the other hand, often had two portions of the dish. After a few bites, he would soon start eating just one portion.

Mr. Duan and Duan Xishen looked at each other in confusion for a while.

The two men looked at each other with heavy expressions.

Is this... a real love to eat?

The two looked at each other again.

The mood is solemn.

Duan Xi looked deeply into Mr. Duan's eyes, and there was a blade in his deep black eyes.

Mr. Duan lowered his eyelids, and the hands on his legs suddenly tightened.

A few seconds of silence.

The restaurant was extremely depressing.

The master chef of Fumanlou had cold sweat on his forehead.

Secretary Hong's heart also lifted.

Gu Weimian's hoarse voice sounded again,

"Are you going to eat?"

Mr. Duan and Duan Xishen were both stunned and looked at Gu Weimian.

In a short period of time, Gu Weimian had already eaten half of the shrimp dumplings.

When Mr. Duan saw this, his eyes widened.

"Oh, why did you eat so much at once?"

He quickly took away the shrimp dumplings.

"Just let him eat what he likes next time. Don't eat too much of anything. This is the principle of health preservation."

The chef at Fumanlou next to him felt relieved when he heard these words.

Almost collapsed.

Very good.

This should be regarded as being left behind, right?

probably?

This time, it felt as if I had saved my life.

He thought about the consequences of not staying this time, and the first thing that came to his mind was Huo Yan's expressionless face.

The whole person shivered, and his back was covered in cold sweat.

Fortunately, there is Miss Gu.

Only then did he save a small life.