"Bai Ye," Fat Tiger said to Bei Long with a smile: "Look, have you received the WeChat transfer?"

Beilong opened WeChat and saw that there was indeed a red envelope sent by Fat Tiger. The number on the red envelope was ￥32020.00.

"No need, buy cigarettes for your brothers!" Bei Long smiled and clicked "Return now" in front of Fat Tiger.

For Bei Long, more than 30,000 yuan is actually no longer money. People like Jiu Ge and Fat Tiger, who are crowing and robbing, do their best to do their business for the first time, and it is very necessary to reward them.

Beilong has four million left in his WeChat wallet. He plans to find an opportunity to test his parents. If his parents' attitude is acceptable, he will give the four million to his parents for their control.

In this way, Beilong still has one million left in his hands. This million exists in the Baicao Pavilion golden card. Now he has the highest level of divine jade card, so the gold card can naturally be cancelled and the money can be withdrawn.

What's more, he still had 50 million yuan in compensation from Lin Yingjie, but he didn't want to touch that amount of money.

"Ah? This is not suitable..." Fat Tiger refused quickly. In fact, he really wanted to take it. He worked hard for only one month to earn ten thousand yuan. He would have to earn back the 30,000 yuan in a quarter!

Beilong's face darkened: "Do you treat me as a friend?"

Fat Tiger shuddered. When he first met Beilong, it was Beilong who had just returned from Thailand. He was so murderous intent that he was domineering. His cold-blooded and ruthless eyes left a psychological shadow on Fat Tiger.

Brother Jiu quickly reminded Fat Tiger: "It's all his own brothers. If you don't take it, wouldn't you meet Benedict!"

Fat Tiger then reacted and nodded and bowed to Bei Long with gratitude: "Then I won't be polite to Master Bei! Thank you Master Bei!"

Then Bei Long smiled and patted Fat Tiger's shoulder: "Okay, you guys go ahead and get in touch if you have something to do!"

"Okay!" Brother Jiu winked and hit Fat Tiger: "We won't delay Mr. Bei's good things!"

What a good thing? Fat Tiger was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhu Yan before reacting, and quickly said goodbye to Brother Jiu Malu.

Brother Jiu and Fat Tiger’s attitude towards Bei Long, Zhu Yan, who had experienced the bloody storms of Thailand with him, did not find it strange. Not to mention these two young skins, the Thai gangsters also had to give Bei Long some face.

She was just very surprised that Beilong bought so many medicinal materials, more than 100 kilograms. What disease should he cure?

Beilong found a soup pot from the kitchen with great enthusiasm. His family runs a restaurant, and the most important thing is the pot. As for how to cook the soup of Braised Rishanxi, no one in this world is more professional than Beilong.

Zhu Yan originally thought that Beilong had bought so many medicinal materials and must have put a lot of them into the pot. But what she unexpectedly expected was that Beilong ignored the medicinal materials at all. He just found a new ear-drawing spoon, dug three spoons from a jade bottle and sprinkled them into the soup pot first...

"Just put this a little bit?" Zhu Yan opened her eyes wide. Isn't this too much a prodigal?

Beilong also opened his eyes wide: "Are you hungry?"

"No!" Zhu Yan stared at Bei Long with big eyes and punched him in the chest with a small fist. He ended up pulling him into his arms by Bei Long.

Zhu Yan's little face suddenly became as hot as if she had a fever, and she forgot what she wanted to ask.

Zhu Yan thought Beilong would have an extravagant move next, but she didn't expect that although Beilong held her in his arms, his mind was all on the soup pot. He adjusted the heat and added some medicine at a time...

What was even more excessive was that Bei Long let her go as if she was in the way, picked up the spoon and stirred it in the pot for a few times.

I am... disliked? Zhu Yan was shocked. She watched Beilong ignore her, found a deer antler from the medicine bag on the ground and pinched a small piece and threw it into the soup pot. Zhu Yan's little mouth was pouting like a bird, but she did not disturb Beilong. Her mother taught her when she was very young:

When men do things, they need quiet company the most. You don’t have to say anything or do anything, just just accompany the man obediently. When a man frowned, you can make a cup of hot tea and put it at the man’s hand; when a man sheds sweat, you can wipe it with a handkerchief considerately; when a man shivered, you can carefully put a coat for him; when a man’s stomach rumbling, you can feed the sushi he made with his own hands to his mouth, and when a man smiles, you can gently give him a kiss as encouragement, but all this has a big premise-

This man is worth your doing!

Is this man worth my doing this? Zhu Yan gave the answer almost without hesitation: It’s worth it!

Of course it's worth it!

He moved a small stool and sat down. Zhu Yan held her pear cheeks with her small hands, looking at her man obediently.

Zhu Yan pretended to fall while practicing dancing today, and asked her friends to cooperate and pretend to rest in the dormitory. She finally tricked the bodyguard and sneaked out, just to make her stay with Bei Long more during the past few days in the mountain city, but she didn't expect to become a melon-eating crowd in the end. Zhu Yan was unexpectedly surprised.

But soon she was happy - what her mother said was right, when a man was focused on doing things, he was the most handsome!

Beilong kept observing the changes in the soup pot. Every time a new medicinal material was added, a new change would occur. He needed to pay attention to every change at all times. As long as there was a wrong change, all his previous efforts would be wasted. In addition, he also had to pay attention to the size of the fire from time to time, sometimes high heat, sometimes low heat, and sometimes low heat. This is not just like cooking soup.

If he awakens the fire-type superpower, this matter will become much easier. He just needs to hold the soup pot on his palm. If you want a big fire and a small fire, just think of it - after all, he seems to have forgotten something, what did he forget? Bei Long frowned and thought: I remembered it!

Cordyceps sinensis!

Seeing Beilong frowning, Zhu Yan suddenly panicked. What did the mother say when the man frowned?

By the way!

Zhu Yan quickly stood up and approached Bei Long, and stood on tiptoe and printed a fragrant kiss on his cheek.

Bei Long looked at her with a confused look on his face and blinked his eyes: "No, when did you come?"

It hurts my heart! Zhu Yan finally made him angry and his eyes turned red. Fortunately, Bei Long had a strong desire to survive. He hugged Zhu Yan's slender waist with his big hand, pushed her back hard, and then lowered his head and bit Zhu Yan's soft lips. It was in and out of no way. As for Cordyceps sinensis...

Go fucking Cordyceps sinensis!
Chapter completed!