Super Entertainment Tycoon

A figure walked out of the kitchen and said, "You two are back." Lin Fan was wearing an apron. The boy was hungry for a day. He went out and didn't find anything that suits his appetite. He was not used to eating the American food. Yesterday, he was forced to eat a few hamburgers, but today he really didn't want to eat any more, so he decided to cook some meals by himself.

Lin Fan is still very confident in his cooking skills.

We don't have to think about how Lin Fan who doesn't have the key goes out and how he comes in. He has no less than three methods.

"Brother Lin, you did all this?"

"Nonsense." As soon as he saw Song Qingyu, Lin Fan remembered the cartoon underwear in the morning, and he couldn't help but think of this beautiful girl wearing that underwear.

"Ahem!" Shaking his head, throwing away the charming scene in his mind, "These are your friends?"

Lin Fan asked, pointing to the American youth who was holding a pig's knuckle and gnawing fiercely.

"Right." Song Fei said embarrassedly.

The Chinese characters are broad and profound. Don’t mention anything else. Just the four characters after the first punctuation mark in this sentence can express several meanings. One is. It is naturally clear in Lin Fan’s ears that Song Fei wants to express what.

We all know what kind of hunger a hungry person has for food. It is a mentality that you dare to touch me to eat, and I dare to kill you. This is just the feeling of ordinary people, and food affects Lin Fan who is hungry. It’s even more precious. There are three elbows in total. He prepared three of them one by one. As a result, the young man from the country came in with a nibble. He thought it was Song Fei’s friend Lin Fan. Isn't the relationship between the people really good? In this case, I can still allow you to be presumptuous in front of me?

A stride rushed over, and Lin Fan grabbed the American youth who was chewing his elbow with one hand, just like carrying a chicken.

No one reacted to Lin Fan's sudden attack.

"Fuck me, get out of me." Lin Fan walked directly to the door carrying the young man from the U.S., and threw the young man out with a flick, as if he was throwing a bag of garbage.

After throwing the American youth, Lin Fan clapped his hands and yelled at the other people who were still standing at the dining table, "Who should I see, dare I eat it!"

Those U.S. youths originally planned to grab their hands and stop in mid-air. Why do they say they’re grabbing? Because U.S. people don’t know how to use chopsticks at all, and want to use a knife and fork to eat Lin Fan’s instant Mapo tofu. It is tantamount to idiotic dreams.

Lin Fan's domineering roar seemed to shout out Song Fei's heartfelt voice. With such a hero supporting him, Song Fei also said, "Get out, get out of here!"

He had been fed up with the anger of these Americans a long time ago, and he didn't have any room to twist people at this time.

"Song, can you tell me again?" One of the young men obviously didn't expect that Song Fei, who was always submissive, would dare to let himself go.

"I said what's wrong, get out of me!"

"Okay, you are very kind, don't let me see you in school after the weekend." The American youth pointed at Song Fei and said something cruel, then looked at Lin Fan. If the latter didn't exist, he would definitely do it now. It was a pity that he didn't dare to start with Song Fei. Lin Fan's ability to pick up his companions alone made him dare not do anything.

"Let's go!" With a greeting, he left the villa.

"Get out, or I will kick your ass." Sein Fei shouted and shut the door heavily.

Lin Fan washed his hands and hung up his apron, "Let's eat."

That appearance, that tone, as if he was the master of this house.

"Okay, for dinner, I have long wanted to eat Chinese food." Song Qingyu cheered happily, and could not wait to move his chopsticks as he sat at the table.

Mapo tofu melts in the mouth, and the tingling sensation is left between the teeth, and the refreshing coolness contained in the tofu is refreshing.

"It's delicious, it's so delicious."

It’s said that you can’t eat hot tofu in a hurry, but this theorem seems to have been completely abandoned at this time. This hot Mapo tofu doesn’t feel any hot in your mouth when you eat it. Song Qingyu doesn’t even swallow it completely. Can't wait to take a second bite.

"Sister, slow down, no one will rob you." Seeing Song Qingyu's gorging appearance, Song Fei couldn't help saying.

"Who said no one would rob me, look at him." Song Qingyu gave a round, she pointed at Lin Fan.

The latter is holding a big ocean bowl, the bowl is full of rice, his hand is fast, like a phantom, is constantly acting on the dining room on the table. And the rice in his bowl was also decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Just after watching for a few more seconds, Seinfeld had an intuition that if he didn't eat it, he might really be unable to eat anything.

"Old girl, your approach is correct."

After the meal, the three of them leaned on the sofa in unison, their movements were very uniform, touching their chubby belly, today even Song Qingyu, who has been claiming to lose weight, ate two bowls of rice.

"It's delicious, it's been a long time since I had such delicious Chinese food." Song Qingyu smiled contentedly.

"Hero, you really know how to cook." Song Fei gave Lin Fan a thumbs up.

"It's okay. The ingredients are limited. If you get to the country, you can eat better." Lin Fan lighted himself a cigarette and started to vomit.

"Brother Lin, have you always been in China?"

"Well, I just came here yesterday, you also saw that the devil chased me and didn't let it go." Lin Fan smiled bitterly. Lin Fan asked Mr. Jiang today about why the Xie family wanted to do something to himself, but the other party couldn't tell. What's the answer, just let him stay abroad first, and he will be notified when the result is available.

"You are so miserable that you have offended such a terrible woman."

"I offended a hammer, I don't know why she wanted to chase me down, let's not talk about this." Lin Fan shook his head, these inherited family things can't be told to these two brothers and sisters.

"Brother Lin, can you tell me about domestic affairs?" Song Qingyu looked yearning, she hadn't returned to China for a long time.

"Of course, what do you want to hear?"

"Domestic, of course it is the Nancheng amusement park in Yinnan City. I always see people posting on WeChat Moments, but they have never been. Brother Lin, have you been there?"

"Nancheng Playground?" Lin Fan touched his nose with weird eyes, "I have been there, of course."

"Then tell me something."

"No problem, then Nancheng Playground. First of all, we have to say that the owner of the playground is a very handsome and beautiful man. He knows everything and cooks deliciously.

"Have you made something delicious?"

"Between us, no one dare to say who is stronger..."