Wanjie Hotel: Iron Man is not allowed to charge

Chapter 108 Aunt Wang, have you become stronger? (Seeking monthly votes)
Perkins looked at Bulma in shock.

What do you mean?
Why are you winking at me?
I'm not a lala.

Bulma suddenly became a little annoyed.

How come you, a female bodyguard, don’t know how to read people’s expressions at all?

Bad review!

I'll let Wen Ming replace you later.

She knew that if she lost the chicken, it would never come back, so she didn't care about the light bulb. After finishing her hand-rolled noodles in a few mouthfuls, she rubbed against Wen Ming's side and said, "Wen Ming, I feel a little unwell. Can you take me back to my room?"

Perkins was stunned when he heard this, and then he burst into laughter.

Well, this little girl has quite a lot of tricks.

"it is good!"

When Wen Ming heard that Bulma was not feeling well, he immediately stopped looking at the code.

This person is a little ancestor, so he must not get too tired.

"Are you feeling unwell? Do you need me to call a doctor for you?"

He accompanied Bulma back to the room. The little girl lay down on the bed and held Wen Ming's hand tightly, saying, "My heart is beating so fast. Can you feel it for me?"

Wen Ming immediately understood that this talented girl was infatuated with him again.

Damn the author.

Do you know that this is a crime?
Wen Ming wanted to pull his hand away, but he couldn't, so he had to retreat. Bulma's face turned red, and she unconsciously grabbed Wen Ming's big hand, and her legs began to twist.

Although Wen Ming is also a rookie, he is not someone that Bulma, a rookie among rookies, can deal with.

Just when Wen Ming was about to take the opportunity to pull his hand away, the door was suddenly swiped open.

"Bulma, I'm back!"

Little Wukong's cheerful voice rang out. The moment he rushed into the house, he looked at the scene in front of him in surprise: "Wen Ming, what are you doing?"

"Ah, well, don't look at me, Goku. I'm checking Bulma's body."

"I, I, I'm sick!"

Wen Ming and Bulma both became incoherent at the same time.

Why do I feel like I've been caught cheating in bed?
The problem is, we haven’t done anything yet!

"Oh? Is your heart feeling uncomfortable? Let me feel it for you."

Little Goku saw Wen Ming's hand on Bulma's heart and reached out to touch it, but was slapped away by Bulma: "Don't touch it, this is not a place you can touch."

"I can't touch it, but Wen Ming can?"

Little Goku rubbed his afro, feeling a little overwhelmed.

Just then, Ada Wang and Laura walked in. When they saw Wen Ming here, they showed a relaxed expression on their faces.

"Is the story over?"

Wen Ming stood up and looked at the two of them.

The time flow rate in the world of "Resident Evil" is three times that of the metaverse. The three people went there for one day and one night, which means that three days and three nights passed there.

"It's over. Both stories are over."

During these three days and three nights, the two felt as if they had spent a century. Even though Ada Wong and Laura were both experienced men, they were still a little scared at this moment.

"Go take a hot shower first, I'll feed you guys from below."

There was still a lot of kneaded dough left for the hand-rolled noodles, which Wen Mingben had prepared for a few people.

Hearing that there was food to eat, little Wukong cheered and rushed out. He wanted to go back to his room to take a quick bath and then have a good meal.

After the battle, he felt like he could eat a cow.

No, ten.

Also, the food Wen Ming cooks is so delicious, ten times better than what grandpa cooks. I must have a good meal this time.

Ada Wang and Laura nodded at the same time and returned to their rooms.

After everyone left, Bulma breathed a sigh of relief.

shameful.

He turned around and took the room card back from Xiao Wukong's hand.

"Rest for a while. After Goku finishes his dinner, you can go back to Dragon Ball. Otherwise, if you stay for 72 hours, your next visit will be three days later."

Wen Ming reminded her, and Bulma woke up as if from a dream and quickly began to pack her luggage.

In fact, when she was busy working on the main program of the Queen of the Sea, she received a call from the will of the Dragon Ball world, but she was busy coding and had no time to pay attention.

At this moment, she remembered the rules of the space crack, and couldn't help but curse herself for being so busy that she actually forgot such an important rule.

Now 48 hours have passed, which means that after I go back, I have to wait at least 48 hours before I can come back to see Wen Ming.

It makes me sad just thinking about it.

Bulma thought of this and rushed to Goku's room next door: "Goku, go back now!"

"Huh? I haven't had Wen Ming's noodles yet."

"I'll make you a feast when we get home!"

"No, I want to eat Wen Ming's noodles."

"I'll get you some beef."

"No, I want to eat Wen Ming's braised beef."

"I'll get you 100 kilograms of beef."

"No, I promised Wen Ming."

……

Bulma failed to get Goku away in the end, so she had to go back to the house angrily to pack her things.

Wen Ming quickly prepared twenty bowls of hand-rolled noodles in the restaurant.

Ida Wang had two bowls and Laura had two bowls.

Little Monkey King, 16 bowls.

And, ten pounds of beef stewed with potatoes.

When little Wukong smelled the aroma of potato beef, his saliva flowed all over the table with joy. He laughed and put the beef into his mouth, and then his neck became thicker and thicker.

Ada Wang and Laura watched this scene in horror, fearing that he would choke.

However, little Wukong's throat seemed to be able to stretch. After taking a large bowl of beef, a bulge was visible to the naked eye as it went down his esophagus and into his stomach in a cricket-like state.

"So cool! Wen Ming, the food you cook is so delicious! When I was fighting the zombies, I was just thinking about coming back to eat with you after the fight. Those zombies were so dirty and it really affected my appetite."

Wen Ming couldn't help but smile happily when he saw the little Wukong like this.

I really envy him.

I can always be so carefree.

It's good to have a broken brain.

They ate quickly, as they were all exhausted. After dinner, Aunt Wang wanted to chat with Wen Ming, but Wen Ming waved her off, saying, "Go and rest. You just came back from hell. What you need most now is relaxation and rest."

If I can’t sleep, I watch some fast music to relax my mind.”

Ada Wang and Laura were both stunned. They both didn't expect that Wen Ming could be so patient.

Even if you have played us in the game, aren’t you curious about what we got in the game?
However, Wen Ming took Xiao Wukong away directly, which made the two women a little uncomfortable.

"He seems different from the Eagle people and the British." Laura licked her lips.

"He is from our Daqian."

Ada Wang stretched and said, "Let's go, let's go to sleep together. Those zombies are really disgusting."

Laura nodded and said, “Wen Ming is still pleasing to the eye.”

Ada Wang looked at Wen Mingyuan's back and nodded, "Indeed, he is much better than that playboy."

……

Wen Ming led little Goku to find Bulma who had packed her luggage. At this time, Bulma had already thrown out a universal capsule of an RV in the basement.

Little Wukong ran up laughing, while Wen Ming stood at the door of the RV with a suitcase beside him.

"What is this?" Bulma asked, sticking her head out of the driver's seat.

"These are the pastries and food I made myself. You have been living in the wild these days and there is nothing delicious to eat, so just eat this!" Wen Ming looked at Bulma with a smile.

The young girl's heart melted instantly. She jumped directly from the cockpit and landed in Wen Ming's arms with a leap of joy. "So, this is a love meal made for me, right?"

……

Perkins was standing far away. When she saw Bulma open the door and come down, she quickly turned her head to look at the scenery on the side.

As a bodyguard, she knew very well that there were some things that could be seen and some things that could not be seen.

She wouldn't be too bored to tell others.

First, this is unethical.

Second, she now only has one person to rely on, and that is Wen Ming.

If Wen Ming knew that I was talking nonsense, I would definitely have to sleep on the street.

There is even a high possibility that he will be killed by John, the night demon.

She knew John was capable of such a thing.

Third, my boss warned me last time.

I can’t be a light bulb anymore!

This is the most important point.

So, instead of looking, she walked away and let the infatuated girl act coquettishly as she pleased.

"Wen Ming, I want to taste the taste of love again."

"Just eat more chocolate."

"No, I want a chocolate bar."

"I prepared it for you."

"Really? Should we try it now?"

……

Just when Bulma was trying hard to think of how to taste the chocolate bar, Goku's voice suddenly rang out from the car.

"Bulma, what are you stealing? Is it delicious?"

"Ah, I haven't eaten anything. Come on, we have to go back quickly!"

After a lot of effort, Wen Ming finally sent the infatuated girl and Little Goku away. Then he sent Tony, Pepper, Maya, and John, who acted as a bodyguard, away.

By the time he returned to his room, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

It's rare that Wen Ming can go to bed early today.

Tony, Maya, Pepper, Sarah, Marlena, Goku, Bulma, Natasha, and John were all gone. The hotel was empty, with only Perkins, Helen, Ada Wong, and Laura left, which made him feel uncomfortable at first.

So Wen Ming went to bed early and took out "Artificial Intelligence from Scratch" to prepare for study.

After turning two pages, Wen Ming stood up and changed another book.

"A Deep Understanding of Computer Systems".

Well, this is a very thick book, 737 pages.

It should take some time to study.

I am such a good young man who loves to study.

By the way, the third uncle’s study is amazing. There are all kinds of books in it. I don’t know when I will stop studying.

Three seconds later.

Loud snoring could be heard from the big bed on time.

……

At 4:30 in the morning, Flora entered the Flatiron Hotel as usual.

Mana was on duty today, but the two of them often saw each other, so Mana raised her hand and greeted: "Hi, Flora."

"Hey, Mana, are you working the night shift this week?"

"Yes, the boss said he would come down to make breakfast later."

Mana had a smile on her face and she also supported Flora.

Flora couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth: "Really? Then I'm really looking forward to it."

Seeing Flora leave happily, Mana and the other front desk staff on duty immediately gathered together.

"It's confirmed. The boss definitely likes Flora. Otherwise, why would he get up so early just for breakfast?"

"At first I thought Belinda was the boss's new girlfriend, but it turns out she's just a personal assistant."

"I heard that Wang Xi was the boss's high school classmate. Why do I feel like she's more likely?"

……

Wen Ming got up on time at 5:30 in the morning. He was full of energy and could not sleep in at all. He would wake up on time.

Instead of rushing downstairs, he practiced controlling the steel balls in the dark.

If Sarah were here, she would definitely exclaim.

Because the steel ball in front of Wen Ming was as big as a fingernail, several times larger than the steel ball she practiced with.

In the darkness, the small steel ball kept moving in front of Wen Ming. Although it was not fast enough, it was stable enough.

There was hardly any stagnation.

It was as if a rope was pulling a steel ball, swinging it smoothly in the air.

After practicing for a while, Wen Ming felt his brain a little tired.

Without excessive practice, Wen Ming put away the steel balls, then took out a dozen steel balls the size of rice grains and put them in his pocket.

This will serve as a hidden attack weapon for yourself.

He had basically tested his own limits just now.

The steel ball, the size of a fingernail, can be up to 1 meter away from the body and needs to be rested after being controlled for 30 seconds.

The rice-sized steel ball can be up to 5 meters away from the body and needs to be controlled for 3 minutes before a rest is needed.

The difference in difficulty is exponential with different weights.

Don’t underestimate this rice-sized steel ball. Once you practice it and become proficient in it, its attack power will probably be no weaker than that of a pistol.

This sense of control over power even gave Wen Ming the illusion that he was Magneto.

Well, it could just be Ebony Maw.

No, both are ugly.

I am not them.

……

After practicing steel ball, Wen Ming got up and went downstairs. The restaurant was already bustling with activity.

The closure of Wenxi Hotel has attracted many weight lifters to come to Flatiron Hotel to exercise.

Without the hot fitness coach, their exercise efficiency was very high. At just six o'clock, they came down from the stairs one by one.

Some of these people came to the restaurant to eat, while others just left with their coffee.

Wen Ming walked to the front desk and looked at Mana: "Mana, give me some good news."

"Boss, the occupancy rate last night reached 90%."

Mana looked at Wen Ming with a smile, and Wen Ming's lips immediately lifted up: "That's great! Keep it up and strive to achieve 100% every day soon."

"We will work hard!"

Mana waved her little fists, and Wen Ming walked towards the restaurant with a smile.

"Hi, Wen Ming."

When a familiar tenant and a lifter saw Wen Ming walk into the restaurant, they couldn't help but raise their hands and greet him: "What's for breakfast this morning?"

Everyone was eager to make a move.

After all, I haven't seen Wen Ming make a good breakfast for several days.

I've been craving it for a long time.

They didn't know why they loved Wen Ming's breakfast so much, but they just thought it tasted better than others.

Wen Ming himself didn't know why these people loved his homemade meals so much, but he was still very happy about their love for him: "You'll find out soon."

Walking to Ming's kitchen, Wen Ming took out a glass bowl, beat three eggs into it, and stirred them quickly with chopsticks.

Add a pinch of salt and pour in 1.5 times the amount of warm water as the egg.

Skim off the foam.

Start steaming.

Wen Ming made dozens of bowls in a row and put them all in the steamer.

When all this was done, a familiar voice sounded in my ears.

"What's this delicious food today? It smells delicious."

"Minced meat and egg custard."

Wen Ming looked up and smiled at Flora: "Long time no see."

"Yeah, long time no see."

Flora smiled happily, and Ivan beside her couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Didn’t we just not see each other yesterday morning?
Is it necessary to show off your love like this?

Wen Ming finished making the egg custard and then turned on the teppanyaki.

When the oil is hot, add the chopped meat and the sizzling sound of the oil popping will be heard quickly.

With quick stir-frying, the minced meat quickly turned from red to white, and at this moment, the aroma of the meat began to spread throughout the restaurant.

Some old diners came over immediately.

"Wen Ming, what kind of meat is this?"

"Pork, if you can eat it, queue up."

Wen Ming greeted the other party and continued to stir-fry. When the minced meat changed color completely, Wen Ming scooped up the minced meat, opened the steamer, and placed the minced meat one by one on the egg custard.

“Meat and eggs?”

A group of people looked at Wen Ming in surprise. What kind of way is this to eat?
Wen Ming did not explain. After waiting for the steamer to be full for 10 minutes, he turned off the heat and simmered it for another 5 minutes before taking out bowl after bowl of egg custard from the steamer.

The fresh egg liquid and the fragrant minced meat were perfectly combined at this moment, and the rich aroma immediately made everyone present swallow their saliva.

"There are two ways to eat it, one on its own and one with rice. Which one do you want?"

Wen Ming sprinkled soul soy sauce, sesame oil and chopped green onions on the minced meat and egg custard, and then placed it in front of Flora.

Flora looked at the golden egg custard and the tempting minced meat in front of her and felt a little conflicted: "I want to try them all, but I can't eat too much, otherwise it will slow down my thinking."

Wen Ming knew that Flora had a special job. He thought about it, picked up a plate, put a small spoonful of rice in it, and placed it in front of Flora.

“You can try something new.”

Flora was immediately happy: "You are so thoughtful."

Ivan felt a toothache: "I want one too."

"No, it's limited, you can only choose one!"

Wen Ming refused without hesitation.

Aiwen's toothache worsened: "Why can she taste it?"

This isn't the first time I've been treated differently.

Alvin seriously suspected that Wen Ming discriminated against him.

If you weren't not as handsome as me, I would have sued you a long time ago.

Wen Ming reacted quickly: "Ladies should be treated preferentially. We want to be gentlemen, don't we?"

Alvin was completely speechless.

This is really hard to respond to.

Wen Ming ignored him and took out bowls of minced meat and egg custard from the steamer. Then he placed them on the table one by one and let the diners take them away.

Flora scooped a spoonful of minced meat and egg into her mouth. The smooth egg custard and the tender minced meat were delicious.

The meat absorbs the flavor of the eggs, and the eggs absorb the flavor of the meat.

Adding the flavor of light soy sauce immediately makes the dish richer in taste.

Flora took just one bite and couldn't help but praise, "Wen Ming, how come your cooking is so delicious? I feel like I can never eat Western food again."

"Actually, this is just our home-cooked meal in Daqian."

Flora always praises people so nicely. Wen Ming took out four bowls of egg custard with a smile on his face and asked the waiter to send them to the rooms of Ada Wang, Laura, Helen and Perkins.

He was about to pick up a bowl and find a place to sit down to eat when Zebu, the morning purchaser, walked up to Wen Ming with a constipated look on his face and whispered, "Boss, we can't buy eggs."

"What?"

Wen Ming stopped in shock before he could even put a bite of egg in his mouth. "What the hell? Can't buy eggs?"

Zebu sat across from Wen Ming, expressing frustration: "The price of eggs has been rising every day in recent months, and this morning it reached $10 a dozen.

Thieves stole 10 eggs last night. This is the 10th egg theft case in the metropolis. Smuggling eggs is now more popular than smuggling leaves.

That damn liar, after taking office, not only did he not lower the price of eggs, he even raised it by $4.”

Wen Ming felt a headache.

Although eggs may seem insignificant, they are the most important ingredient in hotel restaurants.

12 pieces for $10 is ridiculously expensive.

“Can’t we get it from our suppliers?”

Wen Ming looked at Zebu, who shook his head and said, "Other hotels and restaurants are also charging them. Their prices are very high, some even going as high as $12 a dozen."

"So high? Won't they raise the price then?"

Wen Ming looked at Zebu in astonishment, and Zebu nodded and said, "When they sell egg-related products, they charge an extra 1-2 US dollars for each egg."

Wen Ming frowned. "What if we pay a higher price? 11 dollars a dozen, is there any supplier willing to supply us?"

Wen Ming knew that in a society like this, there wouldn't be anyone regulating the market like in Daqian, so he was prepared to raise his price. However, all he saw was Zebu shaking his head. "We can't get any more. All the eggs for the next week are reserved. Unless we offer a higher price, like $13 or $14 a dozen."

Wen Ming was so angry that he wanted to curse.

Why did the purchasing manager only tell me this now?

Kill him right back.

At this moment, Ivan, who was busy eating minced meat and egg custard with rice, suddenly looked up and said, "Are you short of eggs? Do you want me to help? I have a connection."

Wen Ming narrowed his eyes and smiled, "It's okay. The hotel still has a lot of inventory, so a week's supply is no problem."

Zebu looked at his boss with some confusion. "A week? Three days would be difficult, right?"
But he didn't say anything because he knew the boss would definitely raise the price.

Ivan nodded and said, "If you have any problems with procurement, you can come to me. I have many clients who are major agricultural companies in the metropolis."

Flora had finished her meal by this time. She stood up and looked at Wen Ming: "If you need my help, call me and I can get you some eggs."

Wen Ming smiled and thanked him: "Thank you."

After Flora and the others left, Wen Ming finished his delicious minced meat and egg custard with rice, and then returned to his office.

He called Susie over immediately.

"boss."

Aunt Susie looked haggard, apparently troubled by the incident involving several commercial spies. However, Wen Ming did not reduce her burden: "Recruit two more purchasing agents, and that Zebu will be fired after the new purchasing agents arrive.

In addition, a long-term working mechanism and assessment plan were established for the purchasing department, requiring them to ensure that the hotel's short-shelf-life food reserves must not be less than 7 days, the long-shelf-life food reserves must not be less than 30 days, and the food reserves in the freezer must not be less than 100 days.

Also, the purchasing department is required to add new suppliers to the whitelist, and any existing suppliers that are unsuitable must be replaced..."

When Aunt Susie heard Wen Ming's plan, she immediately guessed that something was wrong with the purchasing department. After Wen Ming finished his arrangements, she asked, "Is there a shortage of eggs?"

This incident is now making headlines in the United States and is reported every day.

"In short supply? That idiot can't even get a single egg now!"

Wen Ming snorted angrily, waved his hand to let Aunt Susie go, and then began to figure out which universe to get the eggs from.

The most suitable one is the "John Wick" universe, after all, the timeline is not much different.

But if John goes back to that universe now, he will be busy dealing with Jaina's pursuit, so he will have no time to buy eggs for himself.

So the best option is to change it to "Iron Man", and it seems that Pepper has to bear more responsibilities.

However, the purchase order was a hassle.

The two universes are different, and the products cannot be traced. If someone reports it, it will be difficult to cover it up.

Fortunately, eggs are consumable, and it is difficult for the kitchen to tell exactly how many eggs are used every day.

Damn, that damn bastard started messing things up as soon as he came to power. Now prices in the whole Eagle Country have gone crazy.

If the situation really gets out of control, Wen Ming won't care about much else and will just purchase from various major cosmic sources to reduce costs.

However, getting food from the multiverse can only be used as a last resort. Unless you don't want to operate externally in the future, you still have to do business in an orderly manner.

After figuring all this out, Wen Ming waited for the energetic Ada Wang in the office.

"How's it going? Did you get enough rest?"

Wen Ming asked Belinda to bring a cup of tea to Ada Wang. When Aunt Wang heard that Wen Ming was still only concerned about her health, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

I have to say that here with Wen Ming, she felt a lot of warmth that she had never felt before.

"Thank you, it was a very comfortable sleep. I will give your hotel bedding a good review."

Aunt Wang crossed her legs, and her long white legs were revealed from the slit of her red skirt, revealing half of her peach blossom.

Wen Ming did not appreciate it too much, but crossed his fingers, placed them under his chin, and looked at Ada Wang seriously.

"Have you become stronger?"

(End of this chapter)