A Top-Tier Life Begins with Sarcastic Phrases

Chapter 122 Watch me play the sweetheart and trick him.

Chef Huang: "There shouldn't be an upper limit, right?"

Upper limit?

Wang Zhengyu thought about it for a moment and realized that even if the upper limit was lifted for Chef Huang, he wouldn't extend credit so outrageously.

Moreover, if there's an upper limit, the show's effect definitely won't be as good, so he replied, "No upper limit."

"That's good, that's good. The production team really has a human touch!"

Chef Huang suppressed a smile, trying hard not to laugh: "Gu and the others are still kids, young and growing. How can they eat instant noodles?"

"You've worked all afternoon, you need to eat something good!"

Back at the Mushroom House, Chef Huang put on his apron and headed straight to the show's ingredient storage.

"Um, Teacher Huang, aren't you going to the bathroom?" the PD asked, puzzled.

Chef Huang: "Why are you going to the toilet? If we don't buy groceries soon, Gu Yun will be back."

"Teacher Huang, what would you like to eat?"

The staff member in charge of selling ingredients asked.

"Hey, give me two lobsters first." Chef Huang raised his hand and ordered the most expensive one!

"These two are only 120."

The prices at the market set by the production team are set by themselves and are cheaper than those in the market, but they are still reasonable compared to the daily income of the Mushroom House members.

"Pack it up for me! And that big steak too, pack it up for me as well."

"Okay, sixty yuan."

"Hey you over there, how much is that chicken?"

"Twenty yuan."

"It's too cheap, I'll take it and make do. Give me one, and six pounds of those crayfish too!"

"One hundred yuan."

It took Chef Huang more than ten minutes to order the food.

After paying the bill on credit, it came to a total of nine hundred and forty-five yuan!

Huang Xiaochu made several trips back and forth before finally bringing everything back to the house.

He himself suffered a lot in order to set a trap for Gu.

"Nine hundred and forty-five yuan. They estimate they can harvest more than two acres of land this afternoon, which will amount to seventy-five yuan."

Huang Xiaochu washed his face, cut a chilled watermelon to quench his thirst, and then started calculating: "That means there are still 870 yuan left. Xiao Gu will have to stay for another day tomorrow. If there are five people, each person will earn 174 yuan."

"Little Gu has eight-pack abs, so he can work more. He should be able to pay off his debts with over two hundred a day."

Huang Xiaochu's wishful thinking was quite impressive.

Two hundred yuan, and Gu Yun was exhausted after finishing his work!

I can just pretend to be sick, lie in bed, and then order Gu Yun around to do the work. How awesome would that be?

Huang Xiaochu has a history of faking illness; when he has a lot of work, he'll pretend to have a cold, and when he has less work, he'll pontificate.

Anyway, I'm a chef.

After quenching his thirst with watermelon, Chef Huang got busy, determined to devour all the ingredients!

Otherwise, if Gu Yun and the others return some of the dishes, wouldn't that be terrible?

Of course, this time Chef Huang didn't research any random recipes; it was all conventional cuisine.

His chef persona has already crumbled badly; if he messes things up again tonight, people will start attacking him again.

"Why hasn't Teacher Huang come back yet?"

It was almost seven o'clock, and Chef Huang still hadn't returned, so Gu Yun asked.

"He's probably going to cook."

He Ling said, "Don't worry, Xiao Gu, Teacher Huang doesn't cook haphazardly anymore. As for the taste—it's edible anyway."

"Uh-huh!"

Zhang Zifeng, who was slumped on the ground next to Zhang Ruonan, nodded; she had the right to speak on this.

After Huang Xiaochu stopped messing around, she finally didn't have to rely solely on milk to fill her stomach every day.

"Why do I have a bad feeling about this?"

Gu Yun tossed the last ears of corn onto the pile, packed them up for the production crew, received seventy-five yuan, and handed them to Teacher He: "This should be enough to make several dishes, right?"

"Yes, that's enough." He Ling nodded. "Anyway, it definitely won't be just you, Ruonan, your sister, and Changchang eating instant noodles."

Gu Yun smiled; he ordered instant noodles simply because he didn't want to be tricked by Chef Huang.

"Hey, Xiao Gu, how did you come up with the idea of ​​ordering instant noodles?"

On the way back, He Ling joked, "Even if I were looking for trouble, I wouldn't say something like that."

"I told you I really wanted to eat instant noodles, Teacher He, you definitely wouldn't believe me, right?"

Gu Yun didn't say why, but everyone who knew, knew.

crunch~

"I'm home!"

Zhang Zifeng saw the gate to the Mushroom House, ran into the yard, and felt reborn. Suddenly, her nostrils flared: "What's that smell? It smells so good!"

"Really? Instant noodles can taste like this?"

Peng Yuchang, who came in halfway, also asked curiously.

Gu Yun, He Ling, and Zhang Ruonan were the last to arrive at the courtyard.

As soon as I entered, I saw Zhang Zifeng and Peng Yuchang peering into the open kitchen window.

"What are you looking at so intently? Oh, it smells so good."

Halfway there, He Ling smelled the aroma of meat in the air and laughed, "Teacher Huang, you know we earn a lot of money, so you specially bought meat on credit, right?"

"There's meat in it!"

Zhang Ruonan's previously listless eyes suddenly lit up, and she became very excited. She put down her sickle and ran to the kitchen to join in the fun.

She was absolutely starving!

I only ate a diet meal at noon, and now my stomach is starting to rumble.

When Gu Yun finished washing his hands and face and walked towards the kitchen, He Ling and the others stood there like four poles, motionless by the window.

"What's going on? Standing by the window, not moving? Where's the cosplay statue?"

Gu Yun joked.

He Ling turned to look at Gu Yun, almost speaking, but finally beckoned, "Come and see for yourself."

Zhang Zifeng and Peng Yuchang made way for Gu Yun, who walked over and saw that Chef Huang had prepared nine dishes, including fish, shrimp, chicken, and beef. "Wow, Teacher Huang, I ordered a 'instant noodle feast,' how did you turn it into a Manchu Han Imperial Feast?"

Chef Huang grinned, his back teeth showing: "You're all still growing, instant noodles aren't enough for you. I made you some meat."

"Eat as much as you want later. These nine dishes aren't enough. There are still ingredients in the fridge, I'll make more."

Gu Yun asked the most crucial question: "Teacher Huang, where did you get the money to buy all these vegetables?"

"I didn't buy it."

The last of the chicken soup and braised yellow croaker with tofu in the pot were taken out. Chef Huang said seriously, "These are all on credit. They cost a total of nine hundred and forty-five. I asked the director, and he said that if you work tomorrow, each of you can earn about a hundred yuan and pay it back."

"One hundred dollars!"

He Ling, Zhang Zifeng, and Peng Yuchang all turned green!

A little over a hundred? They have to work from morning till night without a break to earn that much!

Zhang Ruonan didn't quite understand, and quietly nudged Gu Yun's waist: "Hey, can't we use our own money for this hundred yuan?"

Gu Yun nodded: "Yes, that's the program's rule."

"Ah! One hundred dollars—no way!"

Zhang Ruonan panicked instantly; earning seventy-five yuan in one afternoon had almost cost her her life!

One hundred yuan would cost her half her life.

Despite Gu Yun's best efforts to prevent it, Chef Huang still managed to pull a big surprise.

However, having prepared beforehand, Gu Yun wasn't so surprised. Instead, she asked, "Us? Teacher Huang isn't coming with us tomorrow?"

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