Era: You're asked to cook a home-style dish, but you cook Wellington.

"Ladies, please bring it over so I can have a taste. If it's good, we can talk about everything."

Even though his heart was ice-cold, Xiao Jianyuan still showed off his big teeth.

In his view, the most interesting thing would be the despair of these people when they learn the truth, but at least it's not time to reveal the truth yet.

Nangong Hong and Su Wanqing placed their respective dishes on the table.

"I made potstickers, Mr. Xiao, why don't you try some?"

Nangong Hong spoke first with a cold face.

She felt disgusted just looking at this person, and her expression was already unpleasant. Now that she had been ordered around, she was even more annoyed, so naturally she didn't speak to him in a friendly tone.

Xiao Jianyuan clearly knew this, but he wasn't angry; instead, he continued to smile.

To those who don't understand, this person seems very easy to get along with; to those who do understand, it's simply that there's no need to reveal their true nature yet.

At this moment, Xiao Jianyuan was waiting, waiting for the opportunity to make everyone's hearts collapse in one fell swoop. At that time, he would enjoy the scene.

"Alright, since the little girl spoke first, I'll try the food she made for me first."

He looked at Su Wanqing.

"Boss Su, no objections, right?"

Su Wanqing couldn't be bothered to pay him any attention.

However, Nangong Lian, who was not far away, clenched his fists tightly.

If he could kill this thing right now, he would rush forward without hesitation.

Gao Yang naturally noticed this as well, and quickly grabbed his wrist, signaling him not to act impulsively.

Nangong Lian's chest heaved violently. He took several deep breaths before swallowing the flames of anger burning within him.

They turned their attention back to Xiao Jianyuan.

Xiao Jianyuan picked up his chopsticks.

"Click."

The chopsticks touched the potsticker, making a soft sound, and the crispy crust on the bottom cracked open.

"it is good."

A glint flashed in Nangong Qinglang's eyes.

"He truly lives up to his reputation as my apprentice. Look at his crispy crust, as thin as a cicada's wing, it crumbles with the slightest touch. It's clear that the flour-water ratio is perfect and the cooking time is just right."

"If I'm not mistaken, Hongyatou must have mixed pork and beef together and minced them to make the filling. This way, it has both the oiliness of pork and the flavor of beef, making it the perfect filling."

"Hong girl has thoroughly studied the recipes passed down from her ancestors."

Nangong Qinglang nudged Nangong Ming beside him with his elbow, subconsciously straightening his head and puffing out his chest, his eyes full of pride.

"How was it, bro? Did I teach you well?"

Nangong Ming glanced at his younger brother speechlessly.

"This is my daughter. Have some shame if you brag to me like this."

However, he also looked at his daughter with tender eyes, making no attempt to hide the admiration in them.

Although she had a tough childhood, Nangong Hong's strength is absolutely top-notch among her peers.

Xiao Jianyuan completely disregarded all of this; enjoying the food was merely an excuse, as he was already itching to manipulate everyone.

He put the potsticker into his mouth and gently bit it with his teeth.

A crisp "crack" sound rang out again, followed by the release of scalding hot meat juices, filling his mouth with a rich meaty aroma.

"fragrant!"

Even Xiao Jianyuan, who has tasted many delicacies, couldn't help but exclaim in praise.

These potstickers are truly a rare delicacy. The outer shell is crispy, the inside is soft and tender, and the aroma of meat is complemented by the sweetness of vegetables. They have a refreshing taste that perfectly balances the greasiness.

"How is it, Boss Xiao? My sister's potstickers are delicious, aren't they?"

Nangong Lian's displeased voice rang out.

His sister had also made these potstickers for him; he was the first to taste them and naturally understood their secrets.

If he weren't forced by circumstances, he would have pestered his sister not to cook this dish for anyone else.

Now that bastard Xiao Jianyuan has taken advantage of us, it seems we'll have to find another dish later.

Thinking of the pretty little clothes her sister had made for her, her cheeks couldn't help but blush.

"That bastard, I'm going to make him pay!"

Nangong Lian certainly didn't dare to say it aloud; he could only silently rage in his heart.

Gao Yang also saw through the secret of this potsticker. Looking at Xiao Jianyuan's expression, he felt sorry for him and thought it was a waste of the potstickers.

It's like feeding flowers to a wild boar.

Xiao Jianyuan, having recovered from his reverie over the delicious food, showed no anger upon hearing Nangong Lian's tone.

He bared his big teeth.

"Excellent, truly excellent. I knew I had high hopes for this little girl. Your Nangong family has produced a genius."

He gave Nangong Ming a fake smile.

Nangong Ming nodded slightly, a smile spreading across his face, and said politely.

After witnessing this guy's methods these past two days, he understood perfectly well that Xiao Jianyuan was not a good person at all, and that his words were nothing more than a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken—he had no good intentions.

"What about the wages, Boss Xiao?"

"You're talking about wages."

Xiao Jianyuan sat back down in the recliner and slowly picked up the teapot on the table, taking two large gulps into his mouth.

"Patriarch Nangong, haven't we already agreed on the wages?"

"Apprentices, give me 100 yuan; young masters, 100 yuan; experienced masters, 300 yuan; and you skilled ones, 500 yuan."

"Of course, if you're willing to give Nangong Hong to me and let her take good care of me, I'll give her seven hundred yuan a month."

He slowly fanned himself, as if he were talking about something trivial.

"you!"

Nangong Qinglang was the first to lose control, and the words of cursing were about to spill out.

"Boss Xiao, that's not fair of you! Didn't you say that as long as the job is done well, we can discuss the pay?"

The veins on Nangong Ming's forehead were bulging.

Even a cornered dog will jump over a wall, and a cornered rabbit will bite.

That bastard is infuriating! He goes back on his word, repeatedly provoking the Nangong family, and even treating my daughter like a servant, making her follow him around. How dare he!

"Boss Xiao, our cooperation has always been based on sincerity, and we've fulfilled all your requests. Isn't it too much to tear up the agreement now?"

"Bullying someone?"

Xiao Jianyuan gave a disdainful sneer.

"You dare call yourselves human? Open your eyes and look at what this is!"

After saying that, he took out a piece of paper from his inner pocket. The paper had several large characters written on it: "Nangong Clan Voluntary Labor Agreement".

"What?!"

Looking at the seal at the bottom, Nangong Ming was completely bewildered.

Because this is the family head's seal that the Nangong family head keeps!

Everyone looked at him with deep concern.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. I've always kept this seal safe, and no one can access it. How could it possibly be printed on this piece of paper?"

"Besides, how could I possibly sign such an agreement and waste the labor of my Nangong family?"

"This must be fake!"

Xiao Jianyuan was very satisfied with Nangong Ming's expression.

"Patriarch Nangong, the patriarch's seal is already on it, what are you still trying to deny?"

"It's obvious that there's a traitor in your Nangong family. Anyway, I don't care. The agreement is signed, and it's signed. If you don't acknowledge it, that's fine too. Just pay the penalty for breach of contract."

Xiao Jianyuan's calm and collected voice drifted over.

Nangong Ming and the others immediately surrounded the agreement and carefully examined it.

They were all core members of the Nangong family, so they naturally understood what the family head's seal looked like, and were comparing it bit by bit at this moment.

"Look, this corner is wrong. The seal of the Nangong family patriarch is supposed to be inward-curving, but this is clearly outward-flaring."

"This seal is fake!"

Nangong Ming quickly beckoned the two people beside him to take a closer look.

Nangong Qinglang and Nangong Xun carefully compared the two places, and after a long while, they nodded.

"That's right, it's a fake."

The huge weight lifted from everyone's hearts, and their eyes turned icy as they looked at Xiao Jianyuan.

This guy really has no bottom line. He actually did something like this. If they hadn't been so familiar with the family affairs, they probably would have been fooled.

Xiao Jianyuan's heart skipped a beat, and he cursed his subordinates for not handling this matter properly, giving them a handle to use against him.

However, he didn't show it on his face.

"Patriarch Nangong, you are very clever, but I suggest you turn a blind eye for now."

"You must understand that I am now the one who decides the fate of the Nangong family. If you don't cooperate and firmly believe that this family head's seal is fake, then things will be very difficult."

Anyone with eyes could see that Xiao Jianyuan's words were full of threats.

"you!"

The Nangong family members were furious; no matter what they did, this bastard was still using the same old tricks.

I'm afraid that from the very beginning, this grandson never intended to give the Nangong family a way out.

"This is outrageous! This is outrageous!"

Nangong Ming clutched his chest, feeling a buzzing in his head, and could barely stand.

Xiao Jianyuan was very satisfied with this moment. He felt a sense of relief as he looked at the pain on the faces of the Nangong family members.

The scene that gives people hope, and then leads them to despair and die within that hope, is truly captivating.

He stood up and licked his lips.

"Boss Su, let me try your cooking now."

He picked up his chopsticks, facing the steaming fried noodles, his eyes filled with extreme greed.

Little did anyone know that the next moment, Su Wanqing snatched the fried noodles away, her tone indifferent.

"Sorry, this fried noodles wasn't made for you."

Facing the gazes of the crowd, she walked up to Gao Yang and handed him the fried noodles.

"Gao Yang, you should try this. This fried noodle dish was something I wanted to make for you from the beginning."