Chapter 37

Update time: 2013-03-26

After everything was ready, Zhang Yang came out of his house and walked to the main gate. To his surprise, he saw Yang Yi and her group talking to the security guard. Zhang Yang couldn't help but slow down his steps to listen to what they were saying.

"Big brother security, let us in!" Yang Yi pouted.

"No way, you guys broke the fire extinguisher yesterday, and we all got criticized," the security guard said.

Yang Yi pleaded, "Big brother security, I told you, we didn't do it!"

"No matter what you say, it's not happening," the security guard said.

Yang Yi blinked her eyes and asked, "Big brother security, I have a question. Has the black Passat with the license plate number JN A7352 left?"

The security guard shook his head, "No, I haven't seen it."

Yang Yi raised her hand and said, "That guy hasn't left yet. Let's wait. He will definitely come out. I asked my dad, and there's no food in the fridge. He will definitely come out to eat. When he does, we'll give him a good lesson for humiliating us yesterday."

A girl pouted, "Yi Yi, we're here to help you, and we haven't even had breakfast. You're making us wait like this!"

Yang Yi waved her hand, "No problem, I'll call for takeout. Today, I'm going to settle this, no matter what."

Zhang Yang shook his head with a smile. It seemed his disguise was very successful; they didn't recognize him even face-to-face.

Yang Yi saw Zhang Yang looking at her and frowned, "What are you looking at? Have you never seen a beautiful girl before? And Seven Wolves, you look like a big pervert."

Zhang Yang shook his head speechlessly. Indeed, these new-generation people never say anything nice.

As Zhang Yang walked further away, a short girl with a round face and long hair looked at his back and said, "Why does this person seem familiar to me?"

Yang Yi, speechless, held the girl's arm and said, "Ting Ting, I give up on you. You liked that rich second generation yesterday, and now you like a big pervert. Can't you have better taste?"

Ting Ting pouted, "I didn't say anything wrong. This man does seem familiar! I wonder why I can't remember when I saw him."

"Enough, stop talking. Everyone, stay focused. After we teach that rich second generation a lesson, I'll treat you to a big meal," Yang Yi said loudly.

Everyone cheered.

Zhang Yang heard the shouts behind him and smiled wickedly. Wait, even if they wait until the afternoon, they won't see anyone.

Taking a few more steps, Zhang Yang saw a restaurant ahead with a sign that read "Hong's Private Kitchen."

For some time now, more and more people have preferred private kitchens over star hotels, leading to a proliferation of such places. Zhang Yang and Wang Yue had been to a few, some good and some fake.

Looking around, there were no other good restaurants, and this one was the most luxurious, with a sports car of unknown brand parked outside. This place it is. With a new outfit, he couldn't go to a street stall.

Entering the restaurant, Zhang Yang's eyes lit up. The restaurant was small but uniquely decorated, with bamboo partitions and many plants, giving a sense of being in nature.

Since it was morning and not yet mealtime, there were no customers, and Zhang Yang didn't see any waiters.

"Is anyone here?" Zhang Yang called out.

"Who is it? So early in the morning, can't people rest?" a lazy voice came from the second floor.

Zhang Yang looked in the direction of the voice.

First, a pair of long legs appeared, and for a moment, Zhang Yang thought the person was naked.

The sound of high heels on the wooden stairs echoed, and a woman in a red nightgown with long hair walked down, holding the railing.

Seeing that Zhang Yang was a stranger, the woman frowned and asked, "Who are you? What do you want?"

Zhang Yang was speechless. Who am I?

Damn, isn't this a restaurant?

"Is this Hong's Private Kitchen?" Zhang Yang asked.

The woman nodded.

Zhang Yang, irritated, said, "If it's a restaurant, I'm here to eat. What do you have? Fry two dishes for me!"

The woman stared at Zhang Yang with wide eyes.

Zhang Yang asked, puzzled, "Is there a problem?"

"No, of course not. Wait a moment, I'll make it right away." The woman smiled and rushed into the kitchen.

Zhang Yang shook his head. It must be another fake private kitchen. Have you ever seen a chef in a restaurant cook in a nightgown? He thought the woman was the owner of the restaurant.

Chef? Zhang Yang suddenly wondered if he had chosen the wrong place.

Forget it, wait a bit. With such exquisite decoration, the food shouldn't be too bad. Otherwise, it wouldn't be possible to run a restaurant in this location. Zhang Yang knew how expensive the rent in the capital was.

Soon, the woman came out with two dishes, still in her red nightgown, but now it was covered in oil stains, her hair was messy, and her face had some white liquid, probably starch.

Zhang Yang felt uneasy. Sure enough, two black dishes were brought out.

Pointing to the dishes, Zhang Yang's voice was filled with fear, "What is this?"

"This is black cabbage! There wasn't much in the kitchen, so I cooked this. Tell you, in a private kitchen, you eat what's available," the woman's voice suddenly became louder.

Zhang Yang was stunned. Black cabbage, cooked black?

He picked up the chopsticks and tried to identify the ingredients. The black fungus was recognizable, but what was the cabbage? Was it too much soy sauce or overcooked? Looking at the woman in the nightgown, Zhang Yang could no longer see her beauty, only fear.

"What about this?" Zhang Yang pointed to the other dish.

It was also black, short, and in segments.

"Garlic sprouts! Can't you recognize them?" the woman glared.

Zhang Yang put down the chopsticks speechlessly. He didn't dare to eat. Cabbage cooked black could be due to too much soy sauce, but green garlic sprouts cooked black? What kind of cooking skills is this? To open a private kitchen on the street with such skills, it's not something just anyone can do.

"Look, I have something to do, I'll leave first," Zhang Yang grabbed his bag to leave.

The woman was not pleased and blocked his way, "Hey, what are you doing? I worked hard to cook these dishes, and you won't even taste them. Are you playing with me?"

Zhang Yang said helplessly, "I'll pay, okay?"

He took out his wallet. He just wanted to escape this nightmare and sell his gold. As for eating, forget it. Seeing such disgusting food, he wouldn't need to eat for a day.

As they were arguing, the restaurant door opened.

They looked over.

The woman in red suddenly became gentle, "Sister Hong, you're back."

Zhang Yang looked at the woman who entered, wearing a light yellow outfit, with a neat short haircut, big eyes, a V-shaped face, a high nose, and a light red lip. Her skin was very fair. The only thing out of place was the basket of vegetables she was carrying.

"Sister Hong" looked at the two dishes on the table and then at Zhang Yang's wallet, and immediately understood.

She glared at the woman in red and apologized to Zhang Yang, "Sir, I'm sorry, my sister can't cook. What would you like to eat? I'll make two dishes for you."

Zhang Yang shook his head quickly. After what just happened, he had no hope.

No matter how beautiful this woman was, her cooking might be even more terrifying. Zhang Yang didn't want to have a psychological shadow of not daring to enter a private kitchen, so he said, "No need! How much are these two dishes?"

"Sister Hong" smiled, "Wait two minutes, I'll be quick. Lin Lin, come with me."

The woman in red followed "Sister Hong" with a sad face, and as she passed Zhang Yang, she stepped on his foot hard, as if he had done something wrong.

Zhang Yang was puzzled but decided to wait.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the woman brought in two dishes and a plate of fried rice.

Still black cabbage and garlic sprouts. It seemed this woman was determined to make up for the previous situation.

The fried rice was Yangzhou-style, and the dishes were very ordinary, but the aroma was inviting. Zhang Yang looked at "Sister Hong" in surprise. The woman in red huffed, "Boy, you're in luck. To eat Sister Hong's cooking, you need to make a reservation."

"Lin Lin!" "Sister Hong" called softly.

The woman in red obediently closed her mouth.

Zhang Yang didn't hesitate, picked up the chopsticks, and started eating. It was delicious, really delicious. Before he knew it, he had finished the two dishes and a plate of rice.

He burped and saw the woman in red smirking. Zhang Yang's face turned red for the first time.

"How much?" Zhang Yang asked.

This time, he was sincere. It was really delicious.

"Sister Hong" smiled, "No need. My sister likes to play around and must have scared you. Consider it my apology."

Thinking of the previous dishes, Zhang Yang shuddered. It wasn't just scary; it was terrifying. He took out 200 yuan from his wallet and put it on the table, "You should pay for what you eat. Thank you, this is the most delicious meal I've had in a restaurant."

With that, Zhang Yang left without looking back.

"Sister Hong, what does he mean? Is the food at his home better than this?" the woman in red said angrily.

"Sister Hong" shook her head and said nothing.

Zhang Yang walked down the street, savoring the taste of the food. He thought, "Her skills are really good. If I could eat here every day, that would be great. I don't like cooking anyway. If I could order meals from her, I wouldn't have to cook at all."

It was a good idea. He would come back after finishing his business to discuss it.

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