Chief don't slap in the face

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Swish!

The eyes of other people also stared at it.

"No problem, Wuheng is my partner. Within three months, you can buy it at the Mo family's store!"

Xia Ye took the opportunity to sell.

"Wu Heng? You are really kind!"

Cao Jing stole a glance at Mo Wuheng, and found that she wasn't annoyed at being called that by a lowly poor man. Cao Jing couldn't help but frowned, knowing that it was troublesome.

This detail directly shows that Mo Wuheng and Xia Ye have a close relationship, and if he wants to snatch it, it may be difficult to obtain the secrets of these ingredients.

"Why does this kid get the favor of the young lady?"

Mo Jiu and Mo Zichu drank the fish soup silently, feeling uneasy for a while, and looked at Xia Ye with puzzlement and jealousy.

Of course, there is also a concealed hatred, if possible, they would like to tear him apart.

Mo Wuheng is the most outstanding genius of the Mo family, one of Juzi's heirs, and an unattainable existence in the hearts of these Mo family children, but now, she is called Wuheng by a man.

This is simply blasphemy!

"Wait for three months!"

Zhao Lianyu was a little depressed.

"Haha, here's my chance. I can order some tofu for Zhao Lianyu in advance, so that we can get closer to each other."

Xia Jiye was planning, he felt that Xia Ye was from the Xia family, that is, his own slave, asking him for some tofu was not a matter of opening his mouth, so he never thought that the other party would reject this possibility.

Although the food is good, Xia Shilian is getting more and more tasteless, because she feels that Xia Ye is getting farther and farther away from her palm.

"Why didn't you spend your energy to win him over last time?"

Xia Shilian regretted it.

Soon, the sixth dish was served, which was a roast leg of lamb. Before it was put on the food table, a strong smell of meat came to the nostrils.

Suck!

A reckless man like Cao Pan couldn't help taking a sharp breath, staring at the golden leg of lamb, drooling, for him, this kind of big meat is the most enjoyable.

"It's just a roast leg of lamb, my cook..."

The more Zhongshan couldn't understand Xia Ye's continuous performance and won Zhao Lianyu's favor, so after seeing a familiar dish, he finally found a chance to fight back, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by several people.

“Peerless delicious!”

"My ancestors, what are the roasted lamb legs I used to eat!"

"good to eat!"

Even Gong Shuran, who is not good at talking, felt that it was not appropriate enough after the evaluation at this time, so he added a word: "It's delicious!"

These second generations of power couldn't wait for the servants to cut up the mutton for them, so they simply did it themselves, gorging on it regardless of their appearance.

Zhongshan took a sip, and was immediately glad that he didn't have time to ridicule, otherwise he would make a fool of himself.

This leg of lamb is to die for.

In order to prevent the secret of cumin from being exposed, the cook brushed off all the cumin on the leg of lamb with a small brush after roasting it.

The two legs of lamb were quickly eaten up.

"Eh? What about the seventh course? Is it time to serve?"

Cao Pan rubbed his belly and looked towards the door, looking forward to it.

"Gone!"

The womb fruit stands out.

"what?"

The others were taken aback for a moment, followed by displeasure on their faces.

"There are only six dishes, and the gap between the teeth is not even plugged!"

Fatty Zhongshan raised his hand, wanting to line up on the table and lose his temper, but seeing that Zhao Lianyu and Mo Wuheng were there, he could only hold back.

"Please, we only entertain sister Xiao Zhao, and you are the ones who will follow."

Song Guo curled her lips: "It's just a meal, how dare you pick and choose?"

Little Lolita's words stunned everyone. When they usually go out, others rush to treat and pay the bill. Today is a good day, but they were actually disgusted.

These second generations of power don't even think about it, and Xia Ye doesn't ask them to do something, why bother to curry favor?

"Can't I spend money to buy it?"

Fatty Zhongshan snorted coldly, pulled out the dagger from his belt, and slapped it on the table: "This is a weapon made by the first blacksmith of our Cao clan. It is worth tens of thousands of gold. Is it enough to eat your meal?"

Song Guo didn't even glance at the dagger.

"Humph!"

Cao Jing took out a gemstone and threw it on the table: "Don't be dazed, it's fine if you don't have any new dishes, let's have another serving of the few dishes just now!"

Cao Jing disdained to say that his own gem was worth [-] knives, it was simply a gesture.

"Oh, even if you sell yourself, it's not enough!"

Song Guo sneered: "If it weren't for the favor of little sister Zhao, I wouldn't even give you a sip of the pot water!"

"What do you mean?"

Cao Pan frowned, his words were a bit insulting.

"Chaoge's delicacies, have you eaten in other places?"

Seeing that the wombat fruit might suffer, Mo Wuheng spoke up.

In an instant, the private dining hall became quiet, because even the leg of lamb tasted different from the one baked by the chef.

Xia Ye found an excuse to leave the cafeteria early, he was playing the trick of playing hard to get, the impact of the six dishes of food was enough, so the servants brought rice porridge and pancakes next.

This kind of food can't be said to be bad, but after tasting the previous delicacies, it's not tasteful enough to eat these again.