Star Chef God

Chapter 3

Yunqi, yesterday you said your mother was feeling unwell and didn't go to see a doctor. She went back to her room early to sleep, and now it's time to get up. Are you still planning to avoid us and not go see her mother? I really don't want to say this, but now my mother's situation... is really missing a glance. "A calm and composed female voice came from outside the door, like the brief calm illusion before a volcano was about to erupt. This extreme calmness and calmness made people tremble with fear, like the great literary figure on the Blue Star said - if you don't explode in silence, you will transform in silence, ah no, perish. The current calm actually makes people more anxious, afraid that the next moment will be when the sky collapses and the earth cracks.

The boy who slept like a little pig did not feel the strong anger emanating from the woman's words outside the door. He rubbed against the soft pillow, let out satisfied moans, curved eyebrows, and a pure joyful expression on his fair face, which made people smile involuntarily. Unfortunately, no one enjoyed the beautiful scenery at this time. Upon hearing the "faint" sound of the poor wooden door, two obsidian like eyes moved restlessly under their eyelids, as if they were about to jump out of it automatically in the next second.

Yunqi, get up! Go see your mother! Do you have the courage to make mistakes, but not the courage to face them?! After all these years of studying, have you only learned to escape?! Don't let me look down on you! "The calm female voice became sharp and piercing, and the heavy knocking sound became the final catalyst. The young man on the big bed slowly opened his eyes.

That is a pair of very beautiful eyes: clear and pure, like a piece of high-quality ink jade, full of spirituality, with a hint of hazy mist when just waking up, like a gentle and clear lake water, and like a vast sky projected with thousands of stars. No matter how many negative emotions there are, in front of those eyes, they will gradually dissipate like mist illuminated by the morning sun.

Xie Yunqi yawned and sat up from the big bed, his face covered with marks from sleeping. He stretched lazily without realizing it, touched the back of his head, and said vaguely, "The thrown (bag) that was knocked out in just one night has disappeared. It's really unbearable

He lazily rubbed his eyes and thought, 'I think I heard someone talking just now. Hmm, if I heard correctly, it seems like they were talking about' mother '.'

Xie Yunqi pondered deeply and tried to recall the sound he had just heard. He clenched his left fist and tapped his right hand, saying, 'Yes, it's' mother'. That's right, but my parents were in that car accident more than a decade ago... Where did this mother come from? '? Could it be that Uncle and his friends hired them to pretend to be distant relatives of their parents and cheat that recipe? They actually made a fuss about the deceased, and their approach this time is really crossing the bottom line

The loud knocking sound, like demolishing a house, finally stopped. The voice of the woman outside the door changed from calm and gentle at first to extremely manic and impatient: "Xie Yunqi, can't you come out?! Don't sleep, come out quickly! Don't blame me for not being polite if you don't come out again

Oh my god, who invited this strange woman with a violent temper! Xie Yunqi got out of bed with a resentful expression, finally opening his sleepy eyes and habitually looking around. Since he noticed that his uncle hired someone to rummage in the room at night, he had developed the habit of checking the general layout of the room every morning. Really, if this time they make a mess of the house and destroy the cultural relics left by Grandpa, don't blame him for being heartless and disregarding family ties. He will definitely send them to prison based on the evidence in the camera, leaving them with no freedom to spend the rest of their lives.

Suddenly seeing those unfamiliar furniture, Xie Yunqi felt a chill in his heart, as if walking alone on a dark path at night, someone behind him suddenly blew a cold breath into his neck (although he eventually realized it was Xiao Ai who liked to tease people), making his hair stand on end.

This, this is not my room

He instinctively glanced at the pillow on the bed and understood where the slight strangeness in his heart came from last night: why did he hit his head because there was a large piece of polished white jade stone with a mirror like surface on the head of the bed! He had seen this kind of stone in a glutton's mansion, and the dishes made by Xie Yunqi were very suitable for that person's taste. That wealthy man would invite Xie Yunqi to his villa in his spare time, and even had plans to take Xie Yunqi as his godson. However, Xie Yunqi's mouth twitched and he quickly refused.

Since her small restaurant hired Xiao Ai, the ignorant Xie Yunqi has been exposed to a lot of gossip in the entertainment industry. He used to be a pure young man who thought the word "godfather" was a "adoptive father" without any money, women, or hidden rules behind it, only representing normal titles between relatives. But now, hehe, the old driver is quietly watching you here. The once pure time is gone forever.

Going further, when it comes to that glutton, we have to talk about Xie Yunqi's' bad habit 'of turning the lives of young people into those of retired cadres. Since Xie Yunqi can remember, his daily life has been spent cooking and pondering recipes. Even with rare wealth of time and money, he would not go to the furniture city to buy expensive and impractical things to decorate his home.

Many of the things in his room have been in use for many years. They are the kind of home that has an open door and no thieves are willing to visit. Of course, if we include those "relatives" who occasionally come to find recipes, this home still appears lively from time to time. Foodies who love food do not agree with him on this point, thinking that people like Xie Yunqi who earn so much money but never enjoy life well are fools: if they don't spend all their money while they are alive, do they have to wait until they die and bring it to the coffin?

Xie Yunqi defended that in the future, he will leave all his assets to his children, so that they have enough financial support to choose the path they want to take. The gourmet responded quickly and used the words of Lin Zexu, a tobacco salesman in Humen, to retort: "If my children and grandchildren are like me, what will they do with money? If they are virtuous and rich, their money will lose their ambition; if their children are inferior to me, what will they do with money? If they are foolish and rich, their mistakes will increase." Xie Yunqi was speechless.

As the glutton himself claims, he is very good at spending money, or burning money. Although it is not like many wealthy second-generation people throwing money or expensive electronic products into the toilet, which is completely meaningless, and they do not step on a pile of money to post selfies online to show off their wealth and gain satisfaction, the behavior of purchasing a large number of luxury homes and cars still makes Xie Yunqi, a small chef who has earned a lot of money but lives a tight life, very contemptuous. The foodie's heart never grows old, always proudly joking that Xie Yunqi was envious, jealous, and resentful. He even proudly showed Xie Yunqi the jade pillow he had newly purchased and placed on the KING SIZE bed in his room.

Xie Yunqi frankly stated that this thing would definitely be very hard to pillow on, but after the other party said the price of the pillow, he could only open his mouth wide and make a fool of himself. The foodie looked at his foolish expression and proudly explained the benefits of this pillow: it's cold but not icy, cool but not cold, calming the mind and clearing the meridians.

In Xie Yunqi's memory, his grandfather liked to use bamboo to make pillows, saying that it looked very elegant, and also forced Xie Yunqi to use the same pillow. But because Xie Yunqi is not very honest when he sleeps, or rather too dishonest, he always moves around. Bamboo strips often clamp his hair, making Xie Yunqi cry out when he suddenly sits up from bed in the morning. Therefore, a few years ago, my grandfather replaced the bamboo pillows at home with soft wheat bran pillows. Anyway, he has never used a pillow made of such beautiful jade before!

Xie Yunqi looks around: a dress mirror inlaid with red gems, a gold antique rimmed big bed in European style, a huge french window convenient for lighting, an elegant ivory white dressing table (Li · Knowledgeless · Yunqi: Do boys also want to dress up? ∑ (mouth | |) The hanging crystal chandelier, small and exquisite gold and silver jewelry

Everything is so magnificent and unfamiliar. I wonder if Cinderella was equally anxious and uneasy when she opened her eyes and found herself transformed into a noble princess by an evil witch with magic?

Xie Yunqi was absentmindedly thinking about all sorts of things, unaware that he had inadvertently altered the fairy tale story beyond recognition. Subconsciously, he held his right hand with his left hand, like countless days and nights after his parents' death, hoping to bring himself some courage. Perhaps some wealthy customer had played an April Fool's joke on him. Last time, a wealthy second-generation person who liked to eat his own dishes brought him several hot bikini beauties at night, although the final result was that he developed a faint fear of women from then on. Growing up under the influence of his grandfather, Xie Yunqi tends to prefer his future partner to be a traditional petite and beautiful girl with a delicate figure. For those who are too hot and passionate, he can only stay away from them, not because he thinks they are too open-minded, but... really can't hold on!

But with such a handshake, Xie Yunqi suddenly discovered something even more terrifying.

He took a soft breath, as if he would collapse with just a little force, gritted his teeth, and raised both hands towards the window that automatically opened the curtains after detecting the owner's waking up. Under the warm sunlight, he carefully observed:

Slender, fair, soft, this is not his hand!

Because he learned cooking from his grandfather since childhood and practiced non-stop every day, his hands were already covered with thick calluses and scars left by the rupture of scalded blisters. Every time he cooked, he would wear white gloves. On the one hand, he felt a bit insecure about his hands, and on the other hand, he was afraid of scaring those customers who had sudden ideas and said they wanted to go into the kitchen to see the cooking process.