Here Comes The Lady Chef

"This ... this is impossible!" Gentlely facing the denials of the crowd, he stepped back and shook his head in a continuous voice.

"Girl Wen doesn't have to be mindful. Since ancient times, it has been difficult to adjust her mouth. If you want to come to those diners, girl Wen doesn't need to be attentive!" Chef Lou gave a consolation from the side.

"Hum, Chef Lou's words are bad!" A man stood up aside from the side, walked to the gentle side a few steps, and taunted, "If a person says it's unpalatable, I'm afraid it's excusable; if It ’s hard for everyone to swallow, hey, not as good as anyone, and dare to say crazy words! Hahahaha! "

"You! You nonsense! Sister Rouer's cooking skills are well-known in the provincial capital! How can you rely on some of you nonsense!" Red sleeves rushed to refute!

"Well! This little lady is awesome! How she looked a little familiar! Could you have seen it somewhere ..." At this time, Fan Jianshou took the folding fan and walked over without any slackness. Put away the folding fan, and gently click on the chin of the red sleeve.

"It's you!" Red Sleeve could see Fan Jian's appearance clearly, thinking that that day, in Xianyang City, Zuixianlou was almost humiliated, and the Lantern Festival was made unreasonably. Scenes flashed in front of Red Sleeve like shadow play.

"Oh, the little lady knows me! Come and come, when you meet old people in your hometown, how can you drink a glass? No, everyone, grandpa today, I am happy, I am here for the wine, please!" I drank around the wine glass, then pulled up the red sleeves, and wanted to go to the elegant room on the third floor!

There, Chef Lou had already prepared a quiet back room for him, originally intended to clean up the gentle, but unexpectedly encountered the same red sleeves!

Seeing Ren Yue on the side, although Fan Jian had already recognized it, he had never identified his identity, pretending to be stupid, and turned his prey's target to the red sleeve!

"What are you doing, let me go!" Red Sleeve was frightened and frightened, breaking free.

Fan Jian pulled tightly. While turning around and others were unprepared, a sharp start hit directly at the back of the red sleeve.

Silent, red sleeves dizzy.

The inside of Cheng Fu Kee. Wen Shouzheng is still asleep; in the outside, Fan Jian is about to pull up the red sleeves and go straight to the third floor elegant room; a crowd of diners are rudely blocked in front of Gentle and Ren Yue.

"Oh, oh! Go back! It ’s so unpleasant! Dare to come and learn about cooking!" The diners roared and blocked the gentle sight.

"You guys!" Gentle was almost grieving and was about to cry. This was the first time it was rejected in public. It was not a single person, but a group of people, or in the front hall of Chengfuji!

"Renminzi, save the red-sleeved sister!" However, even the worst grievances in the heart. At this moment, looking at Fan Jian holding Red Sleeve farther and farther away from his own line of sight, gentle and anxious to entrust him to Ren Yue, really should not hesitate to obey the son! Shouldn't come today!

In the past life, that fan sword had been entangled with her sister in red sleeves; if she was reborn, what had happened to her in red sleeves! Master Zhang, there. How should I explain!

For a moment, gently and tightly grabbed Ren Yue's sleeve.

Ren Yue looked at the gentleness around him, and then looked at all the fierce and wicked people who were besieging. Fan Jian, who was far away, was running quickly to the third floor with red sleeves!

"Rouer, please be careful, I'll go as soon as I go!" In an anxiety, even if Ren Yue could not rest assured of the gentle safety, he couldn't hold the gentle pleading. His eyes were soothed, and he flew up in the air, stepped on the top of two or three splashing heads, and went straight to the stairs.

In previous lives, he had never seen Ren Yuequn kill, and he always looked like a polite and humble son. Although it is the one-handed flower swordsmanship, there is never a scene with one enemy, even at the final moment of life and death, the silver-sword soft sword like snow dance is to save their lives. After all, it took a generation of unparalleled life.

Isn't Ren Yue going to kill in the face of the blockage of everyone and the shamelessness of Fan Jian?

Although the horse thief in Xianyang was killed by Ren Yue, the horse thief did all the bad things.

Gentle a bit worried, this is the provincial capital after all! Although these people have nothing to do, they are alive after all!

If it was really for helping me, and let Ren Yue's hands be covered with blood, this is definitely not what I want ...

Gently worried, tangled ... Before she could finish her worries, she suddenly heard the sound of fighting from upstairs, and everyone looked up. At the handrails on the stairs, a pair of white shirts flickered like silver silver butterflies. Silver light flashed from time to time in white.

This is the first time Gentle has seen Ren Yue draw a sword in public. Yin Guangxue Ying's sharp retreat in the air has not changed his stance, but he can only hear the wind in his ears.

A scream came from the stairwell, Fan Jianhua's colorful clothes were instantly bright and dazzling, his left hand was covering his right arm, and his face was in pain.

When you look at it again, Red Sleeve has already changed from Fan Jian's hand to Ren Yue's arm.

The bright red on Fan Jian's right arm was dripping. Ren Yue's sword pointed straight at the ground silently, the blood slipped from Fan Jian's fingertips, but Ren Yue's sword was without any bloodstains. It's a good sword!

"Look what? I'm not going up yet!" At this moment, Fan Jian seemed to be going crazy with a wild dog, barking and yelling at the people downstairs.

Yin's father and son mingled in the crowd, while coaxing and provoking, the crowd swarmed up, passed in front of Chef Lou, and went straight to Ren!

"Oh, it turns out that Chengfuji, a dignified provincial capital, is not a place to eat. Are you fighting? Come together, save yourself the trouble!" Ren Yue took the comatose red sleeve with one hand and looked at the crowd lightly.

They were all shocked by the calmness and long distance of Ren Yue on the stairs, and they were temporarily in the same place, but they dared not approach.

"What are you afraid of? He is only one person! You are a group!" Fan Jian shouted, holding back the pain in his arm and shouting at everyone.

"Huh, you really should have cut your tongue with a sword just now, lest you mad dog bark!" Ren Yue turned his head and looked at Fan Jian coldly.

"Yes, the boss is right, this little white face is only one person, we are a group, let's go together!" At this moment, Yin Deshun shouted from the crowd.

"It's you!" Upon hearing the unusually familiar voice, the gentle and subconscious man turned to speak and suddenly found the Yin and his father who had been hidden among the crowd!

"It turns out, you guys are in a group!" Gentle suddenly realized, looking at the horrible people all around.

"Hum, let you understand! Let's clean up the little white face first, and then clean up your little hoof!" Yin Fugui wailed from the side, a call, and everyone rushed to Ren Yue.

Cheng Fu Ji outside the restaurant. People still come and go, very calm, although at dinner, the door has been closed tightly. No one knows what is going on inside, and no one knows what will happen next.

"Li Treasurer, why haven't you seen Miss Red Sleeve today?" In the drunk fairy building, Qiao Zizhang came according to the law, but he did not see the dynamic figure of Red Sleeve on weekdays, which was a little curious.

"Oh, isn't Chef Lou inviting Girl Wen to discuss cooking with them today? Red sleeves made a joke and went along with them." Li Treasurer snapped and dialed the abacus beads as he responded casually.

"So ... it's almost time to come. I'll pick them up by the way!" Qiao Zizhang smiled. Turned and walked towards the carriage outside the door.

"Hehe." Li Treasurer looked up, looking at the back of Qiao Zizhang's back, a small snicker in his heart.

It seems that Master Dong's is good for my red sleeve! That girl ’s blessing is coming.

Qiao Zizhang's carriage quickly ran to the door of Cheng Fu Ji.

"Well, it's daylight. Why are you closing the door?" Qiao Zizhang wondered.

"Stop! What's up!" A wind-wrapped coy grabbed his way at the door.

"Hey, I'm not back in this blessing. Why is there a door god? Of course the restaurant is for dinner! Let go and let me in!" Qiao Zizhang dismissed.

"Today is full, please ask the son to go somewhere else!" The little uncle did not let it go, his eyes looming fiercely.

"Full?" Qiao Zizhang was puzzled and looked up at the appearance of Chengfuji, which was three stories high. He looked around Chengfu Ji with the doors and windows closed, and an ominous premonition hit his heart instantly.

At this time, there was a low, noisy voice in the front hall of Chengfuji.

not good! Red Sleeve and Girl Wen are still inside!

Qiao Zizhang was startled and pushed away the uncle, who was about to step into the main entrance of Chengfuji.

"Can't go in!" The little anxiety was anxious. Between the sleeves, a silver dagger shines brightly.

"Well, it's really messy!"

Qiao Zizhang snorted coldly. He is the only son of Qiao's family, although in the eyes of everyone in Drunk Fairy House. He is the master of the family, but after all, the Qiao family is not a simple restaurant. After all, Qiao Zizhang, who reads calligraphy and is familiar with martial arts since childhood, is not secret, but after all, he is still very young, half-sized, and he loves The person was trapped, and the anxiety and worry in his heart instantly turned into rapid movements.

An elbow hit and hit the soft ribs of Xiao Yan; a kick, Xiao Xiao's dagger that had not yet shot, fell off in response.

When looking at it again, it was Qiao Zizhang holding a dagger in his hands and reaching Xiaoyao's waist.

"My son's life! Little, little is just a janitor ..." Xiao Yan begged for mercy.

"Don't move, say! What's going on inside?" Qiao Zizhang asked in a low voice.

"Fan ... Gongzi Fan made the round, and borrowed the hands of Chef Lou, and wanted to get rid of Girl Wen and Chef Wen!" The little sister also said clearly.

"Fan Gongzi?" Qiao Zizhang felt a moment in his heart, but had not responded yet, but there was a moment of negligence in his hands. The little sister took the opportunity to slip out, and her head would not run away.

"When!" Qiao Zizhang kicked the closed door, and Qiao Zizhang was shocked by the sight of the front room!

Gentle besieged among a group of fierce men, Ren Yue alone wrapped in a coma with red sleeves, standing between the stairs.

Behind Ren Yue, Fan Jian had blood in his right arm, and everyone in the hall was full of cold eyes, pressing Ren Yue step by step.

"Be careful!" Qiao Zizhang said!

As soon as the words fell, Ren Yue was already leaping into the sky, and Li Jianying cut through the stagnant air in the front hall. He looked like a white butterfly with a cocoon in the mountains.

The butterfly dance flew lightly, Yinguang appeared, and hadn't waited for Qiao Zizhang to take a closer look. Ren Yue had already taken the red sleeves and jumped in front of him.

"Brother Qiao came just right, looking after Miss Red Sleeve and Rouer, I'll save Chef Wen!" When Ren Yue finished, he gently pushed the red sleeve in his hand into Qiao Zizhang's arms, and leap into the crowd again, pulling over at a loss. The gentleness was turned into the hands of Qiao Zizhang, and even if he flew again, he disappeared into Cheng Fuji's inner room ...

When you look at it again, all the people around you kneel on one leg and groan constantly. Everyone has a slender sword mark on their legs and feet.

Even the Yin and his sons are no exception!

Su Wen's flower swordsmanship is so fast that the sword rises like a flower, but I didn't expect it to be so fast!

Qiao Zizhang took a breath and had no time to blink ~ www.readwn.com ~ Responded suddenly, hugged the unconscious red sleeves horizontally and picked them up, and then turned back to indicate gentle and tight follow, the three quickly stepped out of Cheng Fuji The gate, straight on the carriage outside the door!

The horse hissed and the wheels moved slightly.

Qiao Zizhang sat in the driving position and was about to twitch, but saw Ren Yue carrying the equally unconscious Wen Shouzheng rushing to the carriage.

Qiao Zizhang stretched out one hand at the same time, and at the same time, the gentle, white and slender little hand also extended from the compartment.

Both hands pulled Ren Yue steadily, holding Wen Shouzheng into the carriage.

The sound of wheels, the horse's hoof.

A group of people wrapped up in dust and disappeared in front of the gate of Chengfuji.

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