After hearing the servant's description, the three of Han's family guessed who the person was. Of course, it was Aunt Lan of Yanmen. Otherwise, who else could wear cheongsams and smoke foreign cigarettes besides her, and her posture was so elegant. But what she couldn't figure out was what she was going to do.

"Let her come in." Director Zhu said.

"Okay, since we can't guess what she is going to do, let's just meet and chat. I can still be afraid that she will not succeed in the Han Mansion." Ouyang Ming said.

Han Xiaolong said: "What she wants to see is you, so it's better for me and my third brother to avoid it."

When Ouyang Ming thought about it, the same reason was true, so he got up and left with Han Xiaolong.

Director Zhu ignored Han Xiaolong and Ouyang Ming's departure, but he vaguely guessed the purpose of Aunt Lan from Yanmen.

At this time, under the leadership of the servant, Aunt Lan of Yanmen had already arrived in front of Director Zhu. The servant nodded and left.

"Sit." Director Zhu said.

Aunt Lan sat opposite Director Zhu, and before she could speak, she lit a cigarette first.

"It's still so elegant." Director Zhu exclaimed.

"Not even, I'm old. I'm more charming when I was young."

"No one can resist aging." Director Zhu smiled. With such an elegant person, he became a little gentleman in the breath of a policeman.

"Yes, we are all old, but no matter how old we are, there are always some people and some things that cannot be put down."

The words were over, and the two seemed to be in circles. One did not say why, and the other did not ask, but one was already anxious and couldn't do it. The other was trying to see when it could be held in.

Director Zhu said: "Well, those are all signs of growth. Who hasn't lived a youth yet? Who hasn't made some little secrets in his youth?"

"Yes, so he is beautiful, but you said, what should I do if the beauty is shattered?"

"If it is destroyed, life is life, only beauty is fairy tale."

"You know, I thought so before, but now I'm older, I think I want to protect some fairy tales."

"Oh, then what is the fairy tale you want to protect?" Director Zhu asked with a smile.

Aunt Lan gently spit out a smoke ring, stared at it and then slowly said, "Brotherhood."

"Brotherhood?" Director Zhu repeated.

"I think brothers and feet can be killed by each other, but brothers and feet only allow themselves to kill each other."

"Actually, I guessed it when you come, but I'm curious about what kind of people will ask you for help instead of intervening?"

"In-sect sects, I can't do anything with my sect, so I can only send a message."

"What letter?"

"The Chiyan Gang is overthrowing the Better Home, and there are obviously experts behind it, and the strategy is clever and vicious."

"There are not many people who can make Yanmen praise him. Can't you find out who is behind your Yanmen's information website?"

"There is not enough time. I think at most one hour, there is no Chef Sect in this world. I just don't know what you call yourself in an hour."

"First it was brotherly love, but now it was the sect righteousness. I, Mr. Zhu, had to go."

"I know what I gave birth to that year, but you only know one thing. As for right or wrong, I will not comment on it, an outsider." After saying this, Aunt Lan had finished smoking a cigarette, and then stood up and said, "I smoked a cigarette for ten minutes, so you still have fifty minutes now. If you are late, no one will tell you what I gave birth to that year."

Negotiations are nothing more than coercion and inducement, but what interests and threats are used are the time to test a person's skills. Now Director Zhu has obviously been moved. In the meantime, he stood up and said, "Lead the way."

Better than home, it was the rest time of the second competition. At this time, the walls of the house were not falling, but the walls were covered with traces of duels, various liquids and colors. The tables of the three referees were still very good, and the second competition dish was on it, but the Chiyan Gang won. There was no suspense in the first game. The pickled radish strips did not have the charm of tomatoes and bitter gourds. After all, it was better not to see them.

Watch the people who play on both sides again.

The Chiyan Gang took another person in one round, and the first one was the fat man, and the second one was the same, but the two fat men looked pretty good now. What's more, there was a third beauty who had been raising her energy.

But Ding Maoren, the other side, looked much ugly. After a fight to cook, he was very good at cooking, but in the second competition, he obviously felt that he was unable to do anything. He could cook, but to make dishes that meet the test questions, it would take creativity and a brain-intensive task. Since Ding Maoren was just alone, he could only finish the first dish with all his strength and think about the second dish. The so-called thinking was the ten minutes of rest in the middle. However, the Chiyan Gang started thinking with the proposition. If he thought too much, he would naturally improve it. He could even calculate the time point of Ding Maoren and find a key time point to attack. The second competition just now was that at the beginning, Ding Maoren had no time to cook. In the end, Ding Maoren tried to get a spell, but he still lost. Ding Maoren understood that this was not the unfairness of the referee, but it was indeed the opponent too sinister.

Ding Maoren looked at the calm and composed chef on the opposite side. He knew in his heart that the so-called beautiful woman is like a snake and scorpion means that the better she looks, the more cruel she is. He has fought for two rounds, and the third round is 80% lost. In Ding Maoren's options, there is even the option of giving up directly. Ding Maoren retracted his thoughts and adjusted his breath. At the same time, he began to think about how to answer the third question. Reunion banquet, soup and food, and saving money. Ding Maoren really felt a headache.

Time passed minute by minute, and referee Old Carpenter Xu announced on it that there was still three minutes to count down. The players on both sides were ready.

Ding Maoren did not think of any good ideas, but he also stood in front of his stove.

The beautiful chef opposite said, "Chef Ding, can't you do it this time? I didn't expect that you will be in the hands of a little girl. Your reputation in this life has become my stepping stone."

"Before you win, just raise your tail first, don't be afraid of crying for a while."

"I'm happy to cry. I'm a weak woman who thought about the dish for three hours, and you're an old man who thought about the dish for three minutes. Who would you win? Besides, I've been resting here for most of the day, and you've fought there in broad daylight, and then it's gone. How much energy can you have in this third time?"

"Why can you come once an hour at his age?" Everyone in the Chiyan Gang laughed.

Third update
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