Ancestral local tyrant system

At the appointed time, Wang Cong was already waiting for Fang Jueyu at the gate of Jiangnan Bieyuan. The reporters were really tenacious, and there was no intention to leave for so many days.

After a while, a young man in a trench coat and sunglasses walked out of the community. He took off his sunglasses and glanced at the group of reporters with scrutiny.

The reporters took a close look at the young man and confirmed that it was not Fang Jueyu, and then consciously stepped aside.

After the young man walked out of the Jiangnan Garden, he walked straight onto an Aston Martin parked on the side of the road.

"Who are you?" Wang Cong was still staring at the gate of the community, thinking about how Fang Jueyu could get out of the reporters' surroundings. The sudden sound of closing the car door interrupted his thoughts.

"It's me!" The young man groped his face for a while, and pulled off pieces of flesh-colored solid from his face, and restored Fang Jueyu's handsome face.

"We still have to keep pace with the times. This ancient disguise technique combined with modern makeup techniques is simply invincible!" Fang Jueyu glanced at the group of reporters with disdain, "You still want to stop me? Wait for the next life!"

"Lao Fang, your hand is amazing!" If Fang Jueyu hadn't taken off the disguise himself, he would really not recognize that this was Fang Jueyu except for the voice.

"Haha, bug tricks, let's go, let alone I don't give you face, today is the richest man in the world to accompany you for dinner, if you change to Bill Gates, you will have such an honor to donate naked." Fang Jueyu joked.

"Don't worry, I won't let you down today!" Wang Cong was full of confidence. The chef of that restaurant was definitely better than Fang Jueyu's personal chef.

The location of this restaurant does not seem to be in the downtown area of ​​Jiangnan City, but in a rather remote small alley. Wang Cong’s Aston Martin stopped in front of a building that looked like an inn in ancient times.

Fang Jueyu took a look. The clothes of the people coming in and out from here are quite ordinary in style, even simple to a little retro, but as long as you look closely, it is not difficult to find that this ordinary and plain clothing does not belong to any brand at all. And closer to hand-sewn.

"Hey, this restaurant is unusual," Wang Cong laughed mysteriously, "Don't look at these people's appearance, each of them can be very big, just call out that one is a senior cadre or one of your company Retired boss."

"So amazing?" Fang Jueyu was a little surprised. From this point of view, the owner of this restaurant has a good background, or he is capable of perfection.

"This hotel is called Linxianju. The dishes here are all cooked in ancient ways, and the taste is absolutely beyond your imagination."

"The price is not cheap, right?" Fang Jueyu smiled.

"That's for sure. The owner of this hotel is very interesting. Those cadres come here to eat, and the price is almost as cheap as an ordinary cafeteria, but when other people come to eat here, the price is a hundred times and a thousand times higher."

"Even if it is the most common stir-fried vegetable, the price will cost thousands!" Wang Cong said, "Of course, the richest man in the world like you comes here to eat, this little money will not be considered, right hahaha! "

"Then I really want to see if the food here is worth the price!" Fang Jueyu smiled.

Fang Jueyu followed Wang Cong into the so-called Neighbor Fairy House. Because an appointment had already been made, a waiter took them directly into an elegant room.

The dishes were ordered in advance, and after the two people sat for less than ten minutes, one dish was delivered. In addition to the waiter, there was a chef dressed up.

"Huh? Still a practicer?" Fang Jueyu felt some bioelectrical fluctuations from the young chef, and he seemed to be a master of secret strength.

"This Lingxianju is a bit interesting." Fang Jueyu smiled slightly.

"Hello, two guests. I am the two chefs today, Zhou Bin. The dishes I cook are made through special techniques, which will surely give both of you an extraordinary experience." The chef named Zhou Bin introduced Tao.

Zhou Bin's internal strength did not come from some ancient martial arts family and ancient martial arts school, it was just some personal adventures.But he does not like to fight and kill, the only thing he is interested in is cooking.

Once, he discovered that cooking can actually be combined with his own internal strength, and the food produced by this method is more flavorful, so he opened a restaurant called Lingxianju in this place.

The chef of the entire restaurant was taught by him alone. Because today there is Fang Jueyu, a special guest, Zhou Bin specially prepared this table of dishes.

Wang Cong only came here once for a meal, and it was only made by other chefs. He didn't expect that Fang Jueyu's face was so big, and Zhou Bin, a boss who hadn't done it to guests himself for a long time, was alarmed, presumably compared to Those chefs, the craftsmanship of this boss should be even more admirable, right?

Zhou Bin introduced them one by one. Although these dishes are nothing special in terms of appearance, the fragrance is indeed a bit intoxicating.

The last braised sea bass was Zhou Bin's best dish. Wang Cong moved his chopsticks, and he was full of praise for the delicious fish and the fragrant soup.

Fang Jueyu also had an appetite. He picked up a piece of fish and put it in his mouth. The taste was really good. To be honest, it was better than the cooks in his family.

If it were a few months ago, he would definitely give a very high evaluation, but since he learned a few cooking skills from the Chinese master, this braised sea bass is indeed impeccable in taste, but there is something missing.

"Mr. Fang, how?" Zhou Bin asked expectantly.

"It's okay, but there seems to be a little less charm." Fang Jueyu gave a very pertinent evaluation.

"The ingredients you used are very fresh and the heat is in place, but you don't have the heart. So this dish has a delicate taste, but it hasn't been perfect, and it's even a failure."

Zhou Bin's expression suddenly changed. Since he used this method to cook, even picky diners have been full of praise for his craftsmanship. He thinks he can't fault his cooking anymore, but in Fang Jueyu's mouth , How did it become the power of failure?

Is it because Fang Jueyu is the richest man in the world, so his mouth is more noble than others?So it is more demanding?

"Has Mr. Fang ever tasted better dishes than I made?" Zhou Bin asked, suppressing the anger in his heart.

"It was naturally eaten, otherwise I would not give such an evaluation." Fang Jueyu smiled.

"Then I don't know where Mr. Fang eats it, can it open my eyes?"

"Do you want to taste it?" Fang Jueyu stood up, "Go to the kitchen!"

Zhou Bin was taken aback, "Are you planning to do it yourself?"

Fang Jueyu nodded slightly, "Yes, I think I have tasted the dishes I cooked, and Mr. Zhou will be able to understand the difference between intention and non-intention!"