The alien devil is in the city

Ten thousand is a heavy number for ordinary people.

The monthly salary of an ordinary worker is only more than 3,000 yuan.

Fan Chu was stunned for a moment when he heard this number.

Then he gritted his teeth.

"Promise him to come over quickly." Then he continued to call Luo Yueqi.

Still no one answered the phone.

After Yu Yu finished the phone call, he said to Fan Chu.

"Yuan Ming will come over later."

"That's it for now. Everyone starts doing their own business and cheering up."

Chef Fan encouraged.

It was almost noon, and Fang Fan stopped his exercises, stood up and moved his legs and feet twice. He felt that he was approaching the first level of Qi training, and he felt happy in his heart.

I didn't expect that in this place with thin spiritual energy, my cultivation would not be very slow.

After drinking some water, I remembered what happened in the morning.

Close the office and hurried to the kitchen.

At this time, there was a lot of excitement in the kitchen.

I saw a young and handsome chef directing everyone.

Fang Fan couldn't help but frown when he saw the messy kitchen.

He snorted coldly: "What are you doing? It's such a mess.

Chef Fan, come here, what’s going on?”

When Chef Fan heard this, he immediately ran over and the other chefs also stopped what they were doing.

When the young and handsome chef saw that everyone had stopped, he looked unhappy.

Then he immediately shouted gloomily.

"What are you doing? Why don't you prepare quickly? The distinguished guests will arrive soon. No other guests will be received now."

"Yuan Ming." Fan Chu heard this and shouted quickly.

Yuan Ming didn't hear Chef Fan's words and still urged the other chefs to take action.

Fang Fan's face darkened at this time.

Walked up to Yuan Ming.

"Everyone stop." The voice was not loud, but it hit everyone's ears like thunder.

This time, everyone stopped moving.

Fang Fan looked at Yuan Ming coldly.

"Who is he? Why have I never seen him before? Chef Fan, tell me, when did someone climb on your head and I didn't know it?"

Fan Chu did not answer, but Yuan Ming did.

Standing there arrogantly, he sneered: "I'm afraid you don't have the right to know who I am.

Remember, I am the chef invited by your kitchen, and I am the biggest here today. Otherwise, you will serve the dishes by yourself to serve that distinguished guest.

Besides, I don’t want to come yet, so what do you think? How can you play without me? You are just a bunch of losers, haha.”

When the other chefs heard this, they all clenched their fists and had angry looks on their faces.

With a "pop", the chefs were stunned, and others were also dumbfounded.

Yuan and Ming Dynasties were even more

He looked at Fang Fan with an unconfident face.

"You, you, you dare to hit me?" Yuan Ming stammered.

"Get lost." Fang Fan said directly without any nonsense.

"You, you are very kind, just wait for me." After saying that, he looked at Fang Fan gloomily and then ran out dejectedly.

The other chefs were still in a daze, but Yu Yu's face had turned pale.

Chef Fan didn't know what to do at this time.

“Everyone is in his place and doing whatever he needs to do.

Ask the outside to take orders normally. Next time if this happens, Chef Fan, get out of here.

Now, Chef Fan, help me." Fang Fan said calmly.

At this time, everyone felt the pressure, an invisible pressure that made them tremble.

"Yes." They responded in unison.

Chef Fan quickly ran over and followed Fang Fan.

Just as Fang Fan was about to give instructions, he heard Fan Chu's phone ringing.

Chef Fan looked at Fang Fan, who nodded to him.

"Why are you calling?" Luo Yueqi's tired voice came from the other side.

Chef Fan looked worried and looked at Fang Fan, who realized something.

"Tell the truth." Fang Fan said calmly.

Chef Fan had no choice but to tell Luo Yueqi clearly.

Luo Yueqi immediately became angry after hearing this.

"Ask Fang Fan to answer the phone."

"Hello, I'm Fang Fan."

"You, you, why don't you die? Do you know how distinguished this guest is today? You should immediately apologize to Yuan Ming and invite him back.

Hurry up, if something goes wrong, drink the northwest wind. That's it, I'm busy here and I'm hanging up."

This was the first time that he hung up just as he was about to say it. Fang Fan, who was depressed, just felt depressed for a while. Then he continued to go his own way.

Fang Fan, who had changed into chef clothes, saw the waiter passing the menu as soon as he arrived in the kitchen.

The customer ordered and the menu is here.

Fang Fan took it and looked at it, Jiang Ling Chicken and Clear Water Cabbage. Then he said.

"Prepare the ingredients."

After saying that, he took out a suitable chicken from the row of killed chickens.

Put it on the chopping board, the knife flew over the chicken as fast as a shadow.

Chef Fan, who was working nearby, was stunned.

Is this acting in a movie? Is everything in the movie real?

For a moment, the chicken was divided neatly and beautifully, and the chicken pieces were almost the same size.

What a marvelous workmanship, Chef Fan exclaimed after reading it.

Heat the oil in a pan, add the spices and stir-fry until fragrant...

The whole process flows smoothly, making people feel that art is just like that.

The key is that Fang Fan injects spiritual power into every step, and then adjusts every detail with his spiritual thoughts.

Every detail is perfect to ensure the perfect use of ingredients.

Maybe it was a moment, maybe it was a long time. Fan Chu felt that he had learned a lot.

After coming out of the pot, every piece of chicken exuded an alluring aroma. At this time, all the chefs stopped what they were doing, looked at Fang Fan, and greedily inhaled the aroma.

Intoxicated, intoxicated.

Fang Fan ignored the other chefs this time and asked the waiter to bring the dish out.

Boil the water, put the tenderest cabbage leaves into the boiling water and blanch them gently.

Then put it into the old chicken and duck soup.

The old chicken and old duck soup has been simmering for more than ten hours. The key is that Fang Fan injected a little spiritual power into it.

It makes the soup and leaves perfectly blended, exuding only a hint of fresh fragrance.

This fragrance makes people feel happy physically and mentally.

Fan Chu was completely numb. He felt that Fang Fan could no longer be described as a human being.

The other chefs were completely convinced.

They all treated Fang Fan as a heavenly being.

After the dish was brought out, Fang Fan smiled lightly.

"Everyone, don't be in a daze. Work quickly. When the work is done, don't rush back. I will teach you something. Chef Fan, please supervise me. When the work is done, come to the office and call me."

"Yes, no problem, Mr. Fang." This answer was sonorous and powerful, and it was a little bit sad.

The other chefs all answered with a smile: "Yes." This time it was not a perfunctory answer, but a sincere answer.

Fang Fan didn't know that he had conquered them just by showing his hand.

Otherwise, you will think that your devil is so charming.

As soon as I returned to the office and closed my eyes to relax, I heard a rapid knock on the door.

Fang Fan released his spiritual thoughts and then frowned.

"Please come in." As soon as the voice fell, the door was pushed open.

The fat Chef Fan immediately said: "Mr. Fang, our guest invites you to come over."

"Oh, okay, I'll go now." Fang Fan thought for a moment and said.

An old man, his hair is still as black as ink. If there is not a pair of crutches next to him, no one would know that he is an old man.

The old man has a kind face, but he is not angry or intimidating. He has the aura of someone who has always been in a position of power, making people feel trembling when talking to him.

When Fang Fan arrived, the old man had already finished his meal.

The plate in front of the old man was clean, and the old man was content with closing his eyes to rest.

At this time, the waiter immediately came in and helped the old man clean up the table.

Wait until the waiter leaves.

"Mr. Liu." Fang Fan called softly.

The old man slowly opened his eyes, and a bright light suddenly flashed out of his eyes.

"Oh, you are the general manager of this store. You cooked those two dishes yourself?"

Mr. Liu asked calmly.

"Yes, Mr. Liu, are you still satisfied?" Fang Fan said with a smile.

"Haha, come sit down and let's have a good chat." Mr. Liu did not answer Fang Fan's words, but asked him to sit down.