After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 49 Is she still a top chef?

Hearing "we" come out of her mouth, Fu Yu's little heart skipped a beat, but he was not carried away.

"This matter is too big. You have to allow me to go back and discuss it with our old man."

Nan Song nodded, "Of course."

Fu Yu raised his eyes and looked at her, "Would it be too risky to rely on just the two of us for such a large project? The initial investment is not small."

"Yes. I also took into account the strength of the Fu family, so I asked you to become a shareholder. If you think it's risky, we can find another partner." Nan Song followed suit.

Fu Yu's eyes lit up, "That old metaphor..."

"Except Yu Jinwen." Nan Song knew what he wanted to say and directly eliminated the candidates in his mind.

Fu Yu said: "Why? In business, Yu's Group is our best choice regardless of geographical location or economic strength. Lao Yu happens to have this intention, isn't it just right?"

Nan Song lowered his eyelids and said indifferently: "I don't want to cooperate with him."

"You don't distinguish between public and private matters."

Fu Yu took the opportunity to "educate" her, "One code means one code. Lao Yu is not a person who does not distinguish between public and private affairs, and I believe you are not either. Think about it, if the three of us can join forces, we will be invincible. "

Nan Song frowned and was about to speak when Fu Yu said again: "You have just returned to Nan's to take charge of the overall situation. It is the time when you need to establish your authority. As far as I know, your two uncles were originally filming the land in the northern suburbs. They came down to build a golf course, right? If they come back and find out that you took it upon yourself to convert it into a racecourse behind their backs, they will definitely have to hold you accountable together with the board of directors. Then Lao Yu and I can help you support it, right?"

"Do you think I'm afraid of them?" Nan Song snorted disdainfully.

Fu Yu said: "Of course you are not afraid, but if the Yu family gets involved, you will have more confidence to face them, won't you? Moreover, you can just compare me and Lao Yu, who is more handsome when working together."

After saying a few serious words, he started to play tricks again. Nan Song glared at him angrily, "Do I care about watching?"

Besides, she had never seen what Yu Jinwen looked like.

Fu Yu grinned, "Don't worry, Lao Yu and I can both take 30%, and you will still be the boss. You will be the boss then, and he will have to listen to you. How great it feels. We will leave all the dirty work to him." .”

Nan Song looked at Fu Yu with a smirk on his face speechlessly, "Are you really brothers?"

"They're brothers." Fu Yu said seriously: "Aren't brothers just for cheating? We stab at each other for our brothers, and stab each other for beauties. We men all value sex over friends."

Nan Song nodded, she agreed with this.

Dishes are served one after another, including stewed crab meat and lion head, three sets of ducks, crystal meat, and soft bagged long fish. They are all the most classic Huaiyang dishes. The melon carvings on the plate tell you that the chef is good at knife skills. .

Mr. Fu is also a delicious and good eater. He praises every dish like a gourmet.

Nan Song was hungry and concentrated on being a cook. Listening to his endless comments, he just ate in silence.

"No, why does this taste become more familiar the more I eat it?"

Fu Yu pursed his lips, and suddenly remembered what Nan Song said when he came in, and couldn't help but ask, "What's the last name of the master chef?"

Nan Song said calmly: "My surname is Ding."

"Ding?" Fu Yu's pupils widened, "Could it be the state banquet chef, the 14th generation descendant of the Ding family, Master Ding Mingyang?"

"Young Master is still so naughty, and you can tell it was made by me as soon as you taste it." Ding Mingyang said that Cao Cao had arrived, and he came in personally with a plate of Yangzhou fried rice, wearing a white and elegant chef's uniform, and saluted to Nan Song. , said respectfully: "I heard that you are here, I came over to say hello."

"No need to be polite." Nan Song said calmly: "How many times have I told you, you don't need to be like this when you see me."

Ding Mingyang smiled broadly, "You still have to have the proper etiquette. Who makes you my uncle?"

"Clap."

The chopsticks in Fu Yu's hand fell to the ground, and his jaw dropped in shock. He looked at Ding Mingyang, who was over forty years old, in disbelief, "What do you call her? Master uncle?"

"Yes." Ding Mingyang brought the Yangzhou fried rice to the table and said very seriously: "My grandfather's closed disciple, my father's junior sister, shouldn't I call him 'Uncle'? Am I my junior uncle?"

Compared to Ding Mingyang, Nan Song's very immature face showed a loving smile, "Be good."

"..."

Fu Yu became insane again.

What kind of picture did he see? ? ?
After finally closing his chin, Fu Yu still felt that the two men were joking with him. He looked at Ding Mingyang and said, "Master Ding, doesn't your Ding family always have a family inheritance, and pass it on from male to female?"

"That's true, but there are exceptions to everything."

Ding Mingyang looked at Nan Song with admiration, "My uncle is the only exception. Back then, my grandfather thought that my father and the others were useless, so he once wanted his uncle to be the 13th successor of the Ding family, but he was rejected by him. My uncle refused, and insisted on supporting my father to take the position, and later personally trained me. Only by teaching me can I develop superb cooking skills. However, my talent is not as high as my uncle's. I have only developed my skills at this age, so I am not a good teacher. Uncle is far away."

Nan Song said calmly: "Youdao is a late bloomer, so you don't have to underestimate yourself. With the achievements you have now, you can be regarded as a glorious ancestor. I have lived up to my master's instructions before his death."

Ding Mingyang bowed deeply to Nan Song, "I would also like to thank my uncle for your cultivation. Without you, I wouldn't be where I am today."

"Okay, okay." Nan Song said, "I haven't seen you for a long time. Every time I see you, you are so polite. I leave this store to you and you can run it well. I can rest assured."

Ding Mingyang responded respectfully, "Yes."

"..."

Fu Yu looked at the state banquet chef who was obediently listening to instructions like a primary school student, and then looked at Nan Song who was sitting there, looking young and beautiful but old-fashioned in talking and doing things. His whole person felt bad.

He took out his cell phone, typed loudly, and asked Yu Jinwen: "Have you ever eaten Nan Song's cooking?" 】

Three minutes later, Yu Jinwen replied: [She did it.But I didn't eat it.how? 】

Fu Yu: [Uncle, the chef of the state banquet!You won’t eat the dishes cooked by the descendants of the Ding family!What else do you want to eat? ! 】

Yu Jinwen: [? 】

【Did you take the wrong medicine? 】

Fu Yu twitched the corner of his mouth and silently greeted this comrade and brother who had a wife who didn't cherish her properly and wasted everything he had - you really took the wrong medicine!
He is now thinking, if one day Yu Jinwen finds out that his ex-wife, whom he has neglected and disliked for three years, is not only a hacker boss, but also a top chef, will his jaw drop like his?
Then I wanted to pluck out my eyeballs, blaming myself for being blind and mistaking pearls for fish eyes.

Tsk tsk tsk, he suddenly looked forward to that day coming.

(End of this chapter)