Tang Qiao sat down without moving, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was still there, and the empty tea cup with her fingers turned from time to time to speed faster and faster.

Yang An looked at it and was secretly worried about Song Nuan.

Every time Tang Qiao does this, he is angry.

Yang An looked at Song Nuan and Wen Chongzheng again, and saw that the couple were drinking tea calmly, looking ignorant, which made Yang An want to laugh again in an instant.

Is this the ignorant fearless?

After a cup of tea, Tang Qiao finally stopped and looked up at Song Nuan, "How much do you want?"

"Not much, 20% of the profit."

"I'm so big!" Tang Qiao's expressionless face.

But Song Nuan was not afraid and smiled indifferently, "Young Master Tang, you praised me! If I don't have real skills, I wouldn't dare to say this number. Moreover, this number is big and small."

Upon hearing this, Tang Qiao was quite interested, and asked softly, "Mrs. Sister-in-law, why did you say this?"

"How much profit can be obtained is in the hands of Mr. Tang. If the young master does a good business, I will share more, otherwise, less."

Song Nuan curled her lips and said, "Young Master Tang is a businessman, so naturally I can measure this number is reasonable? Of course, we should be willing to discuss cooperation. If you think I am a lion, you can refuse it."

"Puff..." Tang Qiao couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Yang An looked at Tang Qiao and Song Nuan again, looking confused.

What's wrong with this?

The four people present were only Wen Chongzheng calmly and sat quietly aside to drink tea, his eyes paused on Song Nuan.

At this time, he was Song Nuan's quiet handsome man.

Song Nuan pursed her lips and smiled, "Did Mr. Tang agree?"

"There is no reason to disagree." Tang Qiao stood up, held the teacup in his hand and knocked down Yang An's forehead, "Yang Mutou, look at your stupidity."

"What's wrong with me?" Yang An frowned and gently stroked his forehead.

Tang Qiao gave him a blank look, "You're just stupid. Why are you watching me like that? Are you afraid that I can eat people?" As he said that, he glanced at Wen Chongzheng, "Brother Wen is not as nervous as you."

Upon hearing this, Yang An looked embarrassed.

Wen Chongzheng looked up at them, his eyes falling on Yang An in a cool way.

Yang An quickly waved his hand, "A Qiao, how dare you talk nonsense like this? How could I be nervous about Mrs. Wen? Let me tell you, you are sowing discord, your heart is so vicious..."

"Haha!" Tang Qiao looked at him, "What do you mean by anxious explanation now?"

Song Nuan shrugged, not at all the conscious awareness of the person involved, "Because he is afraid that you will misunderstand, he will explain it to you clearly." As she said that, she blinked at Tang Qiao.

Tang Qiao was confused.

Yang An coughed violently, and his face turned red from pig liver.

Wen Chongzheng held Song Nuan's little hand and said angrily: "Nannuan, don't be naughty."

Upon hearing this, Tang Qiao and Yang An suddenly had goose bumps.

Slaughter a dog.

Song Nuan changed the topic, looked at Tang Qiao, and asked, "Young Master Tang, should you move to the kitchen next? However, I suggest signing the cooperation agreement today. In addition, I will draw some sketches for you. We have to change some kitchen utensils. I will come over when you make new kitchen utensils."

“New kitchenware?”

"Yes!" Song Nuan nodded, "If you want new, then you should be brand new. It's not only a new dish, but also a new experience and a new way to eat."

Tang Qiao looked at her and was silent.

Song Nuan smiled, "I wonder if Mr. Tang dares to take risks once?"

"I'll be in business opportunities and dangers." Tang Qiao smiled, "I'll accompany you this!"

Song Nuan: "The bet is gone."

Tang Qiao: "No regrets when you fall down."

On the side, Yang An's mouth said, "Why do you talk about cooperation and business? Why do you feel like you are betting on a big bet? Mrs. Wen, don't tell me, you are also a master in the casino."

Song Nuan raised her eyebrows and smiled, "If Mr. Yang is willing to give me a try, I can barely agree."

Yang An was stunned for a moment, "How can you do it?"

"Don't be careful."

“How much is the bet?”

Song Nuan pulled Wen Chongzheng over and said, "Please take my husband as the bet. If you win, my husband will belong to you. If I win, you can give me a ten tael."

Wen Chongzheng frowned, "I am only worth ten taels?"

Song Nuan patted the back of his hand and comforted him: "Young Master Yang is not willing yet, but you think it's too little. Did you marry me if I'm not one or two? You're ten times more important than mine, and you're still disgusted?"

Wen Chongzheng was choking and asked again in an instant, "Are you willing to bear it?"

Song Nuan shook her head, "Don't worry! I won't lose you."

Yang An felt that he was hurt again.

The couple showed their love all the time.

Tang Qiao asked Yang An, "Yang Mutou, didn't you say you were invincible in the world? Don't you dare to gamble with Mrs. Wen?"

"When did I say that I was invincible in gambling all over the world? I am not a gambler." Yang An immediately retorted.

Tang Qiao ignored him, "Then you are afraid that you are not as good as others, you are afraid of losing, you are afraid of embarrassing, or you are afraid of..."

"Who said I'm scared?"

Yang An interrupted him and looked at the fox-like smile on his lips. Yang An realized that he had once again been attacked.

On the side, Song Nuan said understandingly: "Don't bet, I was just kidding."

"Gambling! Why not bet?" Yang An glanced at Tang Qiao, "I can't let Aqiao look down on him. It's just..."

Yang An said a pause and glanced at Wen Chongzheng.

Song Nuan blinked and looked at him harmlessly, "It's just what?"

"Can you change the bet?" After Yang An said with a tough forehead, he felt two cold lights shooting towards him. He quickly said, "Brother Wen, I don't mean to dislike you."

This explanation seems to have a stronger taste.

Wen Chongzheng raised his chin and turned his face away, "I have nothing to do with it."

"What's wrong?" Song Nuan asked.

Wen Chongzheng sighed, and bent his fingers and flicked Song Nuan's forehead, "Nannuan, should I take care of you?"

"I'll talk about it before you win!"

"You won't be proud for too long."

"I'll wait."

"Wait a minute." Tang Qiao interrupted the conversation between the couple and asked, "Madam Wen, are you still betting with Yang Mutou? I was just about to see his betting skills he has been bragging about. So, I bet ten taels and bet you to win. If you win, these ten taels belong to you. If you lose, these ten taels are your bet, how about it?"

"I just knew that Mr. Tang would not accept my bet."

"What's the meaning?"

"Literally," Song Nuan smiled, "Okay! I just listened to Mr. Tang. I don't know what Mr. Yang wants to bet? How can he bet?"

"Just simpler, you will definitely win or lose with one hand. Let's bet on the big or small."

"good!"

"Come on, take a pair of dice."

"Yes, young master."

After a while, the waiter took a pair of dice, looked at the four people in the hall, and was about to leave.

Tang Qiao stopped him again, "Come on paper, pen and ink, and prepare more paper."

"Yes, young master."

"Wait a minute." Song Nuan called the waiter, "Please go to the kitchen to get me some charcoal and deliver it with the paper."

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Starting from 3 pm yesterday, the community was disconnected, so the second update last night was gone.

Let's make it up for everyone tomorrow.
Chapter completed!