Chapter 198 Jiang Yichu

The three of them sat in the tea room for a while. Xu Qingsong felt bored and suggested playing table tennis. Gao Qiang also felt a little bored, so he agreed.

There is a billiard room in the club, but there are no people in the club today, so it’s not interesting to have only three of them, so they drove to a nearby billiard club.

"Sorry, there is no empty table."

The billiards boss is a middle-aged man with glasses. He looked at the disappointment on Xu Qingsong's face and reminded:

"But you can go and challenge a table, keep those who win and those who lose."

"Really?"

Xu Qingsong had never played in such a place before, so he didn't know the rules, but Gao Qiang knew a little.

He nodded and said, "There is this rule."

"Okay, then let's find a table to challenge."

Seeing this, Jiang Yichu didn't say anything else. He seemed to be careless, but the trace of hope in his eyes betrayed him.

He had no intention of slandering vegetables, and the reason why he accompanied Wang Haiyang and Xu Qingsong over was just to change the environment and stay for a while.

After a moment, a smile appeared on Gao Qiang's face.

The middle-aged man's face darkened and he smiled bitterly: "A big fire, my wife and children are gone. I drank my sorrows myself and drank my tongue numb.

"Take the pulse?"

"Hey, I said you're still trying to get the energy."

"Yo, how do you know?" the middle-aged man said in surprise.

"Haha, isn't this simple? If I can cure you, you can go and work as the chef for me for a few years."

Jiang Yichu sneered: "Take it down, the little bastard has fooled me. What kind of Chinese medicine can you know for such a small thing?"

Gao Qiang couldn't help but smile as he watched the two live treasures discuss winning or losing.

"Oh, that's so thankful."

"Uh, you said that, but..."

"Thanks!"

Look, I am very quick now and can’t even taste salty and salty. How do I still become a chef?

"I'm sure I'll beat you."

His previous skills were average, but now he has increased his muscle control a lot, his senses are much sharper than before, and his self-confidence is better than most people.

Jiang Yichu curled his lips and couldn't wait to say, "Little brother, talk about it."

The middle-aged man smiled, but Gao Qiang saw a hint of loneliness.

The middle-aged man shook his head, and his smile had a bit of bitterness: "I used to be a top chef, but now I can't do it anymore. Now I'm just a small restaurant to cut the tills."

“Side dishes?”

"Then we fight first, we can continue to lose."

Gao Qiang pondered for a moment and nodded, "It can be cured, but you have to drink less in the future. At most, you can't exceed two taels a day, so that your tongue can last for decades."

The club is not big, with only six tables, three of which are double-person games, with only one table, and one person doing exercises alone.

Seeing that he was still looking for a lot of tricks, Gao Qiang pulled his hand over and put three fingers on his wrist.

Now we can only rely on more than ten years of hard work to make do with our hands."

Xu Qingsong and Wang Haiyang should not be his opponents either.

Xu Qingsong asked, "Brother Qiang, who will get on first?"

At that time, I sat in the kitchen all day, drank small tea, smoked cigarettes, tasted vegetables, etc., and the day passed, unlike now..."

Gao Qiang silently let go of his wrist and chuckled, "Don't you not believe me?"

The middle-aged man took the cigarette, waved his hand to the boss there, signaling him to change people, and then sat on the chair next to him.

The man looked at him about fifty years old, a little short, and was practicing some fancy techniques.

Jiang Yichu was stunned and said in a daze: "Don't have money?"

Jiang Yichu was stunned for a moment and said in a daze: "How can you still take your pulse?"

You go out and ask, Jiang Yichu, who was a little older, wouldn’t know me if he was a little older.”

The middle-aged man thought Gao Qiang didn't believe it, so he curled his lips and said, "I tell you, brother, it's not the old brother who brags about it."

Gao Qiang smiled and said, "I smell oil smoke on you."

Gao Qiang said casually: "Brother is at his age, he is obviously at the top chef level."

Gao Qiang nodded and said, "Yes, you don't have money, you can watch it for free. If it can be cured, I will even cover your medicine fee!"

Gao Qiang was stunned and asked, "Then why don't you do it?"

"Okay, stop huh, I'll finish reading this time."

"No, you..."

"Nonsense, I won't charge you money, is it useful for me to lie to you?"

"Um."

Xu Qingsong was immediately overjoyed, and quickly took out the cigarette and handed it over: "Come on, brother, smoke."

When Jiang Yichu heard this, he became angry, "I said you kid are you looking for happiness with me? Are you not a Chinese medicine doctor? Why are you related to the restaurant again?"

"No money!"

Gao Qiang nodded to the boss and walked in.

Gao Qiang's eyes lit up and he smiled and said, "Brother, is it not convenient for you to let me take your pulse?"

"Yes, I'm drinking."

The middle-aged man glanced at the three people, then smiled and said, "Forget it, let me play with it, I'll take a break."

"Yes, I'm actually a Chinese medicine doctor."

The middle-aged man nodded, and the loneliness on his face flashed away, and then he said proudly: "I tell you, I used to be a serious five-star hotel chef.

Just as the middle-aged man came over, Gao Qiang keenly smelled a gust of oil smoke.

Gao Qiang put away his smile, imitated Jiang Yichu's tone just now, and said seriously: "Brother Jiang, if you don't believe it, go to Wuhe County to inquire about it. Who doesn't know the name of my divine doctor Gao?"

He then laughed and asked inadvertently: "Brother is a chef, right?"

"Chef?"

Jiang Yichu said nervously: "Really?"

Jiang Yichu became even more nervous and said anxiously: "Little brother, how about it? Is there any help in my taste?"

Gao Qiang smiled and shook his head: "You two will play first, I'll watch it for a while."

Jiang Yichu looked at Gao Qiang's serious look and finally became serious and asked, "What are you trying to do?"

"Drink?"

"Top Chef..."

"You should just pull it down, I don't have money to fool you."

He took out the cigarette and touched it for a long time, but found that he didn't bring a lighter. He was about to ask Xu Qingsong and the others for one, but the middle-aged brother next to him took the initiative to light it for him.

"You're welcome, you're all golfers, haha."

Seeing this, Xu Qingsong walked over and said, "Old brother, come and have a shot? If you lose, you will leave?"

Even if you change your clothes and take a shower, you can smell it when you are close."

"Traditional Chinese medicine?"

Gao Qiang said speechlessly: "Who said that Chinese medicine cannot open a hotel?"

"Thanks."

Xu Qingsong seemed very excited and walked inside first.

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "The ultimate taste in the kitchen is actually chopped green onion, and most of them have to be put in it, so the chef usually has a heavy chopped green onion smell.

"Hahaha, it's the smell of chopped green onion."

"That's true!"

Jiang Yichu nodded, then suddenly raised her head, looked at Gao Qiang, and asked, "Little brother, can my tongue really cure it?"

"real!"

Gao Qiang was also a little annoyed and asked back: "Hey, I'm going to tell me whether you will cure it?"
Chapter completed!