Wealth and beauty beyond measure

  After everything was ready, Zhang Yang came out of the house and walked to the gate. To his surprise, he saw Yang Yi and a group of people negotiating with the security guard again. Zhang Yang slowed down involuntarily and listened to what they were saying.

  "Security big brother, just let us in!" Yang Wei said with a pout.

  "No way, you guys went yesterday and messed up the fire extinguisher, causing us all to be criticized." said the security guard.

  "Brother Bao'an, I've said it before, that wasn't us who did it!"

  "It's no use saying anything," said the security guard.

  Yang Wei blinked and asked: "Security brother, I ask you, that black Passat with license plate number Tianjin A7352, has it left?"

  The security guard shook his head and said, "Didn't see anything."

  Yang raised his hand and shouted, turning his head to say: "That guy hasn't come out yet, we're waiting for him, he's definitely going to come out. I asked Dad, there's no food in the fridge, he'll definitely come out to eat. When that happens, we'll teach him a good lesson and avenge yesterday's humiliation."

  A girl pouted and said: "Yi Yi, we've come to help you vent, we haven't even had breakfast yet, and you're making us wait like this!"

  "No problem, I'll call for takeout right away. Today, I'm going to have it out with him once and for all."

  Zhang Yang smiled and shook his head, it seemed that his disguise was successful, face to face they didn't recognize each other.

  Yang Wei saw Zhang Yang looking at her and raised an eyebrow, saying: "What are you looking at? Haven't seen a beauty before? And seven wolves, one look is just a big pervert."

  The silent shaking of his head was indeed a new human being, and as soon as he opened his mouth, there were no good words.

  As Zhang Yang walked further and further away, a little girl with a round face and long hair looked at his back in confusion and said: "Why do I feel like this person looks familiar?"

  Yang Wei speechlessly grasped the little girl's arm and said, "Ting Ting, I'm convinced by you. Yesterday you liked that rich second generation, today you like that big pervert, can't your taste be a bit better?"

  Ting Ting pouted and said: "I didn't say anything wrong, this man is a bit familiar! It's strange that I just can't remember when I saw him."

  "Alright, let's not talk about it anymore. Everyone, brothers and sisters, cheer up! After I teach this rich second-generation a lesson, I'll treat you all to a big meal." Yang Wei said loudly.

  The crowd burst into cheers.

  Zhang Yang heard the shouting behind him and sneered, just wait, even if they waited until afternoon, they wouldn't be able to see a single person.

  After walking a few steps forward, Zhang Yang saw a restaurant in front of him with a sign that read "Hong's Private Kitchen".

  It's also unclear when it started, but more and more people stopped going to star-rated hotels and fell in love with these private restaurants, resulting in roadside private restaurants sprouting up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. Zhang Yang and Wang Yue have been there several times, some good, some fake.

  Looked around, there aren't any good restaurants, this one is just more luxurious in decoration, and there's a sports car parked at the entrance with an unknown brand, so I'll just go here. Wearing new clothes, can't possibly run to a street stall to eat, right?

  After entering, Zhang Yang's eyes lit up. The restaurant was not big, but it was decorated with a unique style. The private rooms were separated by bamboo partitions and had many plants arranged in them, giving people a feeling of returning to nature.

  It was morning and not yet meal time, so there were no people eating, and even the waiter Zhang Yang was nowhere to be seen.

  "Is anyone there?" Zhang Yang shouted.

  "Who is it? Can't you see it's early morning and let people rest?" A lazy voice came from the second floor.

  Zhang Yang looked over in the direction of the sound.

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

  The sound of high heels clicking on the wooden stairs echoed, a woman wearing a red nightgown and with long hair flowing down her back, descended the stairs holding onto the railing.

  Seeing Zhang Yang as a stranger, the woman frowned and asked: "Who are you? What do you do?"

  Zhang Yang was dumbfounded, what kind of person am I?

  What the heck, isn't this a restaurant?

  "Is this Hong's private restaurant?" Zhang Yang asked.

  The woman nodded.

  Zhang Yang said in a bad mood: "Since it's a restaurant, of course I'm here to eat. What dishes do you have? Stir-fry two and bring them up!"

  The woman opened her eyes wide and stared at Zhang Yang.

  "What's wrong?" Zhang Yang asked with some confusion.

  "No, of course not. You wait and I'll go do it now." After finishing speaking, the woman's face piled up with a smile, and she rushed into the kitchen excitedly.

  Zhang Yang shook his head, guessing it was another fake private restaurant. Which restaurant's chef do you see wearing pajamas to stir-fry dishes? He had thought the woman was the boss of the restaurant just now.

  Chef? Zhang Yang suddenly felt if he had chosen the wrong restaurant.

  Forget it, let's wait a while, with such exquisite decoration, the dishes should not be much worse. Otherwise, it would not be possible to open a restaurant in this location. The rent in Beijing is very expensive, Zhang Yang has a deep feeling about it.

  The woman soon came out carrying two plates of food, still wearing the same red pajamas, but now they were stained with oil and her hair was disheveled. Her face also had some white stuff on it, which looked like flour.

  Zhang Yang felt it was no good, and sure enough, two plates of stir-fried black things were brought up.

  "Pointing at the dish on the plate, Zhang Yang's voice was filled with fear: 'What is this thing?'"

  "This dish is just plain stir-fry! The kitchen didn't have anything, so I just stir-fried this. Let me tell you, private restaurants are like this, whatever they have, that's what you eat!" The woman's voice suddenly became louder.

  Zhang Yang was stunned, "Black and white vegetables, stir-fried into black ones?"

  He stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a few, the mushrooms were visible, but which one was the cabbage? Was it too much soy sauce or overcooked? Looking at this woman wearing pajamas, Zhang Yang could no longer see her beauty, only fear.

  "What about this one?" Zhang Yang pointed to another plate and asked.

  Inside is also black and short, in segments.

  "Garlic sprouts, are you kidding me? You can't even recognize this!" The woman exclaimed with wide eyes.

  Zhang Yang put down his chopsticks, he didn't dare to eat. The bok choy was stir-fried until it turned black. You could say that too much soy sauce was added, but the green garlic sprouts were also stir-fried until they turned black. What kind of shocking cooking skills is this? With such cooking skills, he actually dared to open a private restaurant on the side of the road. It's really not something an ordinary person can do.

  "Excuse me, I have something else to attend to, I'll leave first." Zhang Yang grabbed his bag and was about to leave.

  The woman stopped him and stood in front of Zhang Yang, saying: "Hey, what are you doing? I worked hard to cook this dish, you don't even taste it, are you playing with me?"

  "Can't I just pay for it?" Zhang Yang said helplessly.

  After finishing speaking, he took out his wallet. He now only wants to escape this haunted place and sell his own gold. As for eating, forget it, seeing such disgusting things, he doesn't need to eat for a whole day.

  Two people were arguing when the door of the restaurant was pushed open.

  Two people looked back.

  The woman in red's voice suddenly became gentle: "Hong Jie, you're back."

  Zhang Yang looked at the woman walking in, wearing a light yellow dress, with a neat short hair, a pair of big eyes that were not inferior to those of a swallow, a melon-shaped face, high nose bridge, pale red lips, and very white skin. The only thing that didn't match was that she had a vegetable basket on her arm.

  "Hong Jie" took a look at the two dishes on the table, then looked at Zhang Yang's wallet on his head, and suddenly understood.

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

  Zhang Yang hastily shook his head, after what had just happened, he no longer held any hope.

  "This woman is even more beautiful than Hongyi, so what? Maybe the dishes she cooks are even more terrifying. Zhang Yang didn't want to leave himself with a psychological shadow of not daring to enter private restaurants again, and said: "No need! How much do these two dishes cost?"

  "Hong Jie" smiled and said: "Then you wait for two minutes, it will be fine soon. Linlin, come in with me."

  The woman in red cried and followed behind Hong Jie, when she passed by Zhang Yang, she stepped on his foot heavily, as if Zhang Yang had done something wrong.

  Zhang Yang felt somewhat inexplicable, never mind, let's wait a while.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, after a few minutes, the woman brought in two dishes and a plate of fried rice.

  It's still stir-fried bok choy and garlic shoots. It seems that this woman is quite strong-willed, wanting to regain the upper hand from earlier.

  The rice was Yangzhou fried rice, all very ordinary dishes, but the aroma was overwhelming. Zhang Yang looked at Hong Jie in surprise, and the red-clothed woman hummed and said: "Young man, you have a good appetite, wanting to eat Hong Jie's stir-fry, that needs to be booked in advance."

  "Linlin!" Hong Jie called out softly.

  The girl in red closed her mouth cleverly.

  Zhang Yang didn't stand on ceremony, picked up his chopsticks and started eating. Delicious, really delicious, before he knew it, two dishes and a bowl of rice were all gone.

  He let out a loud belch and saw a red-clad woman standing beside him with a cold smile, causing Zhang Yang's face to redden for once.

  "How much?" Zhang Yang asked.

  This is sincerely delicious, it's really too good to eat.

  Hong Jie smiled and said: "No need. My little sister likes to cause trouble, she must have scared you just now, let's consider this my apology for her."

  Thinking of the dishes just now, Zhang Yang had a chill and was not only frightened but also scared to death. Zhang Yang took out 200 yuan from his wallet and put it on the table, saying: "Eating should be paid for. Thank you, this is the most delicious meal I've ever had in a restaurant."

  Zhang Yang finished speaking and left with his bag without looking back.

  "Hong Jie, what does this mean? The restaurant's food is the best, could it be that his family's cooking is even better?" The red-clothed woman said angrily.

  Hong shook her head and didn't say anything.

  Zhang Yang walked on the road, savoring the food he had just eaten, thinking to himself: The craftsmanship is really good, if only I could eat here every day. Anyway, I don't like cooking myself, if I could order takeout from her place, I would save myself the trouble of cooking.

  This is a good idea, I'll get it done soon and come back to discuss it with you.