The voice was very sweet.
There were at least four plus signs in the amount of sugar. It was so sweet that it made people a little confused.
Yang Fan glanced at the nine steaks and a large bowl of beef noodles that had just been prepared on the table. He smacked his lips and was a little reluctant to open the door.
Because from the words of the lady outside, it was obvious that she had been attracted by the aroma of the steaks and beef noodles. She was here to freeload.
How could this be? He had been hungry for a whole day. These things were not even enough for him to eat. How could he share them with others?
No matter how sweet the voice was, no matter how good the taste was, she could not stop hunger from being full, right?
Yang Fan picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of steak that was tender on the inside and crispy on the outside. He put it to his mouth and took a big bite.
In an instant, the tender and crispy aroma of the beef filled his entire mouth. Yang Fan took a long and comfortable breath. This was a real delicacy. This was what he should eat.
To put it bluntly, compared to the beef steak that he had cooked, the food in the buffet restaurant was all garbage!
Yang Fan raised his head confidently and arrogantly. He was very proud.
After he took a bite out of the tender steak, the tender and sweaty texture of the steak was immediately exposed. The aroma of the meat and sauce wrapped in the slightly charred skin of the steak instantly exploded and diffused into the surroundings.
For a moment, the aroma in the small kitchen became more and more rich and attractive. The man and woman standing outside the door also became more and more surprised and anxious.
Pa pa pa!
The sound of knocking on the door came again.
"I don't know who the master is. It may be a little presumptuous to say this. I hope the master won't blame me." A middle-aged man's voice softly sounded. "I am willing to pay 100,000 Federation coins for a dish personally cooked by the master. Any dish will do. I hope the master will be willing to part with it!"
"Yes, I beg of you, master! If 100,000 is not enough, 200,000. If 200,000 is not enough, 300,000. As long as the master asks, we will pay however much you want! " The sweet female voice also spoke again. "My son has not eaten anything for ten days. If there is no way to make him eat, I am afraid …"
Yang Fan curled his lips slightly. It was only ten days of not eating. What was there to make a fuss about?
For warriors above the Martial Master level, even if they didn't eat for half a month or even a month, they wouldn't starve to death, let alone ten days. At most, they would feel some discomfort in their stomachs.
With spiritual energy and spiritual energy to replenish their daily consumption, it was not that easy to starve to death.
However, the price they offered was very tempting.
One hundred thousand yuan for a dish. This family was not short of money.
Yang Fan liked to make friends with such rich people who didn't take money seriously when it came to running a business.
As for the two hundred thousand and three hundred thousand that the woman finally said, Yang Fan did not take it seriously. Even if what she said was true, Yang Fan would not really sell the vegetables to her for three hundred thousand.
He disdained to take advantage of others' misfortune and blackmail.
He said 100,000 yuan and it was 100,000 yuan. He couldn't go any higher!
Yes, he was just that upright!
Yang Fan lowered his head and looked at the black pepper steak in his chopsticks. He suddenly felt a little heartache. He had bitten off almost ten thousand yuan in one bite!
He couldn't afford it. He really couldn't afford it!
Yang Fan sighed softly. Then, he walked to the door and opened the kitchen door. He saw a middle-aged couple standing in front of the door with a longing look on their faces.
The man was tall and straight, about 1.75 meters tall. He looked gentle and refined, and looked very approachable.
The woman had a slender figure and a pretty face. Even though she was middle-aged, her skin was still as white as water. She was astonishingly beautiful. The sweet voice just now should have come from her.
Therefore, Yang Fan unconsciously looked at this woman a few more times. This was the second woman's voice that Yang Fan had heard, other than Grandmaster Zhu Yiping in the martial arts school.
Unlike Zhu Yiping's voice, this middle-aged woman's voice was very compatible with her appearance.
She was beautiful, had a sweet voice, and looked extremely comfortable. There was no sense of disharmony.
"Mom, I'm hungry!"
At this time, a small head suddenly popped out from behind the couple. It was a skinny little boy who was about the same height as Yang Guo. He tugged on the woman's skirt from behind and carefully looked at Yang Fan. He also looked at the big piece of steak in Yang Fan's hand that had been taken a big bite out of it.
Gulp!
The little boy swallowed his saliva.
Hearing this, the couple was very excited. This was the first time in ten days that the little boy took the initiative to tell them that he was hungry.
This time, they really came to the right place!
"Sir, I'm sorry for being rude!" The middle-aged man was a little surprised by Yang Fan's young age. However, this surprise was quickly interrupted by his son's hungry voice. He bowed to Yang Fan and said, "Let me introduce myself. I'm Wang Zhihe. This is my wife, Zhao Lin. My son, Wang Yuansheng."
Even if his heart was anxious, Wang Zhihe still politely said to Yang Fan, "I wonder if this sir is willing to part with his ….."
"This child, is he poisoned?"
Yang Fan's eyes looked over the little boy's face and instantly felt that something was wrong. He was now a doctor and although his medical skills were not that high, he did not lack eyesight.
Zhao Lin was shocked. She quickly asked Yang Fan, "Little sir, you can see through it? Have you seen this poison before? I wonder if you can …..? "
"Zhao Lin!" Wang Zhihe's reprimand interrupted Zhao Lin's words, "Don't try anything, you'll make things difficult for this sir!"
"It's fine." Yang Fan waved his hand and said, "I can understand the pitiful hearts of parents. Let me introduce myself. I'm Yang Fan, a third year high school student at South China Martial Arts School in West Chu City. I'm also the third generation successor of the Yang Family Restaurant. "
In order to smoothly sell his steak, Yang Fan even brought out the Yang Family Restaurant's brand. If these words were heard by the second generation successor of the Yang Family Restaurant, Yang Chaoqun, it was unknown if he would feel especially gratified.
"So it's classmate Yang!" Wang Zhihe politely cupped his hands at Yang Fan. He did not look down on him because he was still a student, "I've met the South China Martial Arts Master before. We haven't seen each other in over ten years, I wonder how the old man is doing?"
Yang Fan said with a smile, "Thanks to him, the old principal is still the same."
"Zhihe!" Zhao Lin could feel that her son behind her couldn't wait any longer. He was looking at the steak in Yang Fan's hand with eyes that were about to turn green. She couldn't help reminding Wang Zhihe.
At a time like this, you still have the mood to talk about old times with people. Hurry up and get down to business!
Through the gap between Yang Fan and the cabin door, Wang Zhihe saw that there was only one square table in the small kitchen. It was filled with steaming hot dishes. His face lit up as he asked Yang Fan again, "Classmate Yang Fan, you've seen my son's situation. I wonder if you can part with your treasures and give us a portion of the dishes you just cooked? Don't worry, the price I just offered won't be a single cent less. I only ask that you give a portion to my son, how about it? "
"Since Mr. Wang knows the old principal, then you're not an outsider. I have to help you. Come, come, come. Don't stay outside, quickly come in!"
Yang Fan stepped aside and warmly invited the three of them into the small kitchen.
After inviting the family of three to the dining table, Yang Fan quickly swallowed the half piece of steak that he had been holding in his hand to fill his already starving stomach.
Then, he took out a clean bowl and chopsticks from the disinfection cabinet and scooped out a bowl of steaming hot noodles from the basin. Then, he picked out two one-millimeter thick slices of beef and gently pushed them in front of Wang Yuansheng.
"The steak is too greasy and hard to digest. Eat a bowl first."
A child who hadn't eaten for ten days was still in such a good state of mind. Needless to say, Wang Zhihe and his wife must have fed him or injected him with some kind of elixir or spiritual liquid to maintain his overall vitality.
Rich people.
Even if he was poisoned and had anorexia, he wouldn't die so easily.
Otherwise, if this kind of illness were to happen to a child from a poor family, without eating for ten days, they would already be skin and bones. They might even be dead.
However, even with elixirs, without eating for ten days, the gastrointestinal function would be damaged. Eating some noodles would help stimulate the peristalsis and digestion of the intestines.
As for the two thin slices of beef, they had long been stewed until they were soft and tender, melting in his mouth. The spiritual energy contained in the meat could effectively make up for the deficiency in his body caused by not eating for the past few days.
Don't underestimate these two slices of beef that didn't even add up to half a tael. After all, it was the essence meat of a third level demon. For a child who was only a sixth level Martial Disciple, it was enough.
Speaking of Wang Yuansheng's cultivation, Yang Fan couldn't help but sigh again. The child of a rich family was really good!
Since young, he didn't lack resources and elixirs. At the age of ten, he was already a sixth level Martial Disciple, one level higher than Ansheng!
If Ansheng were to see this child, he would definitely feel so inferior that he would want to die.
"Slurp!"
"Slurp!"
In the small kitchen, the sound of Wang Yuansheng slurping noodles could be heard. He ate so sweetly that it was as if he was a reincarnated hungry ghost.
Wang Zhihe and Zhao Lin were both overjoyed. Their hearts ached and they dotingly watched their son eat noodles non-stop. They were so excited that their eyes were wet.
After ten whole days, their son finally started to eat again!
Originally, they wanted to bring their son to the Defender's Residence to try their luck and see if they could find a way to cure their son.
They didn't expect that before they even reached the Defender's Residence, they would be so lucky to meet Yang Fan, who temporarily alleviated their son's anorexia.
Yang Fan's culinary skills had definitely reached the level of a master. Even in the Defender's Residence, there might not be many people who could compare to him.
"Mr. Wang, Mrs. Wang, I wonder if you two would like to have a share?" Yang Fan raised his hand and pointed at the Mang Steak on the table. He softly promoted to the two, "It just so happens that I prepared a bit more just now. If you don't mind, why don't you eat together?"
Wang Zhihe and Zhao Lin raised their heads at the same time and looked at Yang Fan with a bit of anticipation, "Really? This won't disturb you, right?"
"It's fine!" Yang Fan waved his hand, "The customer is God. As long as you don't mind, it's fine."
As he spoke, Yang Fan once again took out two sets of cutlery and placed them in front of the two. Then, he pushed a Mang Steak for each of them. He very naturally introduced to the two of them, "Third level Demonic Beast Mang Steak, one hundred thousand a piece. Fair trade!"
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