Beauty's Supreme Expert

0Just as Lin Fann and Lin Wanyu were chatting over dinner, a car arrived at the entrance. A henchman got off the car and opened the door. A youth with glossy hair came down.    

    

"Young master Xiong, we're here."    

    

He bent his body and bowed towards the young man, then said respectfully, "This is the most famous restaurant for cooking chicken, I will go in immediately and get the owner to prepare it."    

    

"Just go in directly and eat. Also, a bottle of Maotai. I want to celebrate."    

    

After stretching his back, Nangong Xiong had never felt so comfortable today. Ever since he received the news of Lin Fann's death, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep for two days and two nights.    

    

After two straight nights, he heard his girlfriend say that the roasted chicken in the restaurant was very delicious. Therefore, he took advantage of his free time today to get his subordinates to drive over for some chicken.    

    

"Hello, mister. May I ask how many of you are there?"    

    

Seeing the foppish look on Nangong Xiong's face, the waiter standing at the door quickly walked over: "We have a variety of dishes here, we can definitely …"    

    

"Alright, I don't want to hear your nonsense. I came here to eat the chicken."    

    

Nangong Xiong frowned and interrupted the waiter's introduction, "I'll give you ten minutes. Hurry up and serve me a roast chicken and a bottle of Maotai."    

    

After throwing out those words, he no longer paid any more attention to them and swaggered towards the innermost VIP seat. The waiter behind her was stunned. He wanted to say something, but decided against it in the end.    

    

With one look, he could tell that this was the young master of a rich family. He had received quite a few guests like this before. Who allowed their restaurant's roasted chicken to become the most famous? The number of people who came specially to cook the chicken was simply countless.    

    

Thinking of this, he immediately ordered the kitchen to go over. As for whether or not he could finish it in ten minutes, that was not within his scope of work. Originally, he wanted to say that the restaurant only provided a hundred servings of roast chicken per day, but he didn't want to talk to this kind of pretentious rich second generation.    

    

Ten minutes might not be a long time, but it wasn't short either. Nangong Xiong only yawned a little bit. Suddenly, the fragrance of roasted chicken assaulted his nostrils, stimulating his appetite and immediately giving him a boost of energy.    

    

"This smell isn't bad. If it's delicious, I want another one."    

    

Nangong Xiong signaled his henchman to pour a cup of Maotai. Then, he took a mouthful and said, "Let's continue to celebrate tonight after we finish eating the chicken and drinking the Maotai."    

    

After the chicken had eaten its fill, a few beauties came over tonight to stir up some trouble. I heard that the Zhonghang City has brought a few new models with excellent figures.    

    

However, the roasted chicken in front of him didn't place it on his table. Instead, he walked past it and went to another table.    

    

Hm? It wasn't his chicken?    

    

Nangong Xiong looked at the time and saw that ten minutes had passed. He suddenly became angry: "Stop him. F * ck, ten minutes have passed. It's not my chicken. Do you not want to work in this restaurant anymore?"    

    

"Yes, Young Master Xiong."    

    

The servant immediately called the waiter, "This chicken should be ours, are you sure you're on the wrong path?"    

    

The waiter who brought out the roasted chicken was stunned, "This is our restaurant's ninety-ninth roasted chicken today. It was ordered by the customer over there."    

    

"I don't care who ordered it, I don't care about the number one roasted chicken in your restaurant. In short, this roasted chicken belongs to our young master."    

    

His gaze turned cold, and his lackey's voice sounded aggressive: "Hurry up, our Young Master is already impatient. If our Young Master isn't happy, then don't think about working here anymore."    

    

"Guest, I've already said it clearly. I hope you won't hold up my work."    

    

Seeing that his henchman was about to cause trouble, the waiter became angry, "If you have any questions, come look for our boss. I'm just a worker."