Chapter 857: Cannibalistic mouth, short hand

The old chief lived in an independent compound, similar to a Beijing courtyard.
There is a guard class at the door in charge of security work.
Mo Chen was directly stopped outside, and Ye Hao was allowed to enter after some searches.
"Comrade, ask. Isn't the old chief awake yet?" Ye Hao asked the guard comrade who followed him in.
The guard said: "Recently, the old chief was exhausted by a lot of things. He didn't fall asleep until two or three o'clock last night. It is estimated that it will take more than eight o'clock to get up."
"Thank you."
Ye Hao walked into the compound and suddenly stopped. He smelled a faint fragrance from the small room next to him.
"That is the kitchen in the yard. In order to ensure the safety of the chief and facilitate the life of the chief. These things are stored in the yard, and there are specialized chefs and nurses to follow around 24 hours." The guard said.
Ye Hao's eyes lit up.
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At eight o'clock, the well-washed old chief came out of the room in a straight military uniform that had to be washed away.
Just stretched, he smelled a scent in his nose.
"Old Chief, your breakfast is ready."
The old chief's eyes fell on the stone table in the yard. There were a few dishes on it, and the scent could be smelled tens of meters away.
He looked at Ye Hao standing beside the stone table.
"You kid came quite early."
"Boy, I'm not here to plead guilty. But the old chief told me that I always need to eat and drink. I borrowed the kitchen in the yard and prepared some side dishes for the old chief."
Ye Hao smiled.
Guru
The old chief saw the guard next to him and the chef with his head out of the kitchen in the distance.
That's greedy.
"What's wrong with each of you? Isn't it just a few fragrant dishes? It's necessary." The old chief sat down and picked up the chopsticks and put a dish into his mouth.
He just chewed twice and his eyes lit up.
But the old chief had put down his chopsticks.
Ye Hao saw what the old chief looked like. Could it be that the dishes he cooked were not delicious?
"Old Chief, don't these dishes please you?"
"The dishes are good. But I have my rules. The diet standard for three meals a day does not exceed fifty yuan." The old head pointed at the dishes in front of him with a calm face.
"Your dishes taste so good, use a lot of good ingredients, they must be expensive. If that's the case, then I can't afford to eat them, I'm afraid I'll be scornful."
It turned out to be too extravagant.
Ye Hao smiled and said, "Old Chief, these things are all made with the ingredients in your kitchen. The materials are all very common. I can guarantee that the total price will not exceed ten yuan."
The old chief looked at Ye Hao in confusion.
"Old Yuan."
Not believing that such delicious dishes are so cheap, the old chief called out the old cook in the kitchen.
"What instructions does the chief have?" The old chef walked out and stood beside the old chief.
"Are you by the side while this kid is cooking?" the old chief asked.
The old chef nodded: "Yes. I followed the whole time and watched."
"He said that the food standard for these dishes is not more than ten yuan, is it true." The old chief looked at the old chef.
The old chef broke his fingers: "It's about seven yuan in total."
The old chief's expression relaxed, he picked up his chopsticks and took a bite on top of each dish.
"Where did your kid learn this hand." The old chief took a sip of the porridge, even the taste of the white porridge was amazing.
"It's just some home-cooked dishes, it would be nice to have an appetite with the old chief." Ye Hao said modestly.
"Mr. Ye is humble. Mr. Ye's craftsmanship is no problem even as a chef at a state banquet." The old chef looked at Ye Hao admiringly.
Just now this young man wanted to cook for the old chief, but he was quite dissatisfied.
A stinky hairy boy actually said to cook for the old chief.
But this kid had just started his hand, and with his knife skills, he completely impressed the old chef. You must know that there is no problem with his cooking skills as a chef in a five-star hotel.
If you are an expert, you will know.
"Old Yuan, go down."
The chef left, leaving only Ye Hao, the old chief, and the guard next to him in the yard.
"Why? Come to me and bring something. You want to bribe me." The old chief noticed the bag that Ye Hao was holding.
"My present here, the old chief absolutely likes it."
Ye Hao smiled and took out a bottle from the bag with a white transparent liquid inside.
The old chief gave a suspicious expression.
Ye Hao squeezed the mouth of the bottle, and a smell of wine came out directly, filling the entire yard with this fragrance.
Even the guard squad soldiers on duty outside the yard sniffed their noses and kept swallowing saliva.
Ten soldiers and nine good wines.
When the old chief smelled this, his taste buds moved greatly, his eyes straightened, and his hand stretched out directly.
The guard who recovered from the smell of wine immediately stood up and stopped.
"Old chief, you are not in good health. The doctor said that you must drink a certain amount of alcohol every month, and you are not allowed to drink during the day."
As the guard of the old chief, this can be considered very conscientious.
"Just drink a little?" The old chief couldn't help it with some fine wine.
"No." The guard was firm.
"Comrade, this wine of mine is not ordinary wine. It is a medicinal wine that I prepared. Not only is it harmless to the old head, but it also helps to maintain the old head's body."
Ye Hao explained.
Seeing the guard is still suspicious.
"I am also a doctor myself, and I developed the Haihao's special medicine that was so turbulent before."
The old chief’s eyes lit up, and he immediately said vigorously,
Yes. A Hao is also a doctor, and he is a very good doctor. What the doctor said is absolutely correct.

"Hurry up, pour me a little faster."
The old chief anxiously wanted to take the wine in Ye Hao's hand.
But Ye Hao avoided it. He picked up a small cup and poured half a cup for the old chief.
"Although this wine is good, you can't be greedy for a cup. Only one cup equivalent to this is allowed a day. Please help the old chief to take care of it."
Ye Hao handed the bottle to the guard.
The old chief gazed at the sip of wine in the glass, then looked at the large bottle of wine.
He glared at the guard; "Show me well, don't drink it secretly."
Speaking, the old chief took a sip of the wine glass, his face showed an intoxicated expression.
In front of the wine, the old chief loses the majesty of the past, like a child.
The old chief was eating breakfast and drinking wine, so he enjoyed himself.
He glanced at Ye Hao, who was looking at him with a smile.
The smile on Ye Hao's face immediately changed to sadness, he sighed, looking like a sinner.
"Old Chief, I ran to Xiangdu without authorization this time. It worried you, and something like that happened. If you want to fight or scold you now, I admit it."
Ye Hao looked like Jing begging.
The old chief snorted and ate the side dishes.
"Cannibals are soft and short. I am eating you and taking you. Don't you just want me to be embarrassed to train you."
Ye Hao smiled.
Ye Hao can disrespect other people, but Ye Hao respects the old chief who has participated in the war and made outstanding achievements.
"I don't say you can. But don't think I can let you go. Since you are here in my military area, you just stay here." The old chief patted Ye Hao on the shoulder. Ye Hao did not continue to say, after all, there are some things to be discussed slowly.