Food Master Of The Underworld 29 Muscles

"What do you mean?" w.a.n.g Ming said to Meng Hao, he started to get suspicious of Meng Hao. They can't be called friends, but Meng Hao treats him so well. Does he like me and that's why he's so nice to me? w.a.n.g Ming thought. But not wanting to offend Meng Hao, he didn't ask him directly.

Hearing w.a.n.g Ming's question, Meng Hao understood that he had said his thoughts out loud. Facepalming himself he laughed to cover up his nervousness and said. "I'm just joking around Brother Ming. I like to joke around with my friends, hope you didn't misunderstand. Is it ok for me to call you Brother Ming?"

If any other person who knew Meng Hao heard what he said. It would shock them to their cores. Everybody knew Meng Hao to be a very serious person. So he didn't have many good friends. The only persons he would joke around with was with his father, grandfather and uncle. He would be nice to his friends, but never joke around.

"No problem, we will be good friends from now on. Thank you for giving me the chance to rent your restaurant!" w.a.n.g Ming understood that Meng Hao is like Peng Tong. Where they would be cold and strict to people they didn't know, but kind and like to joke and prank with people they regard as friends.

Finally, coming into Lance Cafe, w.a.n.g Ming felt impressed by how modern and pretty the place was. Looking around, he saw lots of businessmen, students from prestigious schools and overall only rich people. w.a.n.g Ming felt out-of-place being here, but at least today he wore good clothes which made him like one of them. He wore the pink suit he had bought the day prior, and it definitely worked its wonders.

When he saw the people dining and chatting at the place, looking and pointing at him. w.a.n.g Ming felt like a star. But this reminded him again to only wear these kinds of clothing on special occasions, since he didn't like to stand out too much.

When Meng Hao and w.a.n.g Ming made their way to the VIP room. The people that was dining outside, almost all of them. Talked about w.a.n.g Ming and was curious about who he was, not just because of how w.a.n.g Ming looked, which really stood out to them. w.a.n.g Ming didn't know, but not only would his body get a better day after day, but his face would be prettier as days went by until his legs healed. But the people were also curious about his ident.i.ty and why Meng Hao would push the wheelchair for him. Meng Hao is famous in the business world and everybody want's to get closer to him and his family. So many people there looked closer into w.a.n.g Ming and wanted to use him to come closer to Meng Hao if they were close.

Coming into the VIP room, w.a.n.g Ming's eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat. The VIP room at Lance Cafe was out of this world, w.a.n.g Ming didn't have too much knowledge about tables, but his father had once bought a cherry wood table to place it in his restaurant. The table that his father bought also had an exquisite design and made from a fairly known woodworker. But the table was in the VIP room, looked out of this world and also had a beautiful color on it. The table his father bought was worth 5000 dollars, but this would easily be double of that.
Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

"This place is incredible! It should be very expensive though, how much does it cost? I will pay you back when I get money."

When Meng Hao noticed w.a.n.g Ming's face expression and heard what he said. Meng Hao felt satisfied since it seemed like w.a.n.g Ming liked the place, but frowned when hearing w.a.n.g Ming asking about the price to pay him back. Meng Hao didn't want to tell w.a.n.g Ming the price at all, but seeing that he was insistent on paying him back, Meng Hao surrendered.

"The requirements to the VIP room of Lance Cafe is to have a net worth of 1 million yuan, and every time you made use of the VIP room you have to at least use 10 thousand yuan, even if you ate and drank for 5 thousand yuan you would still have to pay 10 thousand."

Hearing the price, w.a.n.g Ming's body froze, bewilder on why the prices were so high. But then realized that it makes sense, especially if you see the quality on the furniture in the room. The furniture was at least two hundred thousand yuan.

"I can't pay you back now, but let's add 10 thousand yuan to the contract. I don't want to owe you anything or take advantage of you more than I have already done. So please just let us sign the contract, and we will be friends forever."

w.a.n.g Ming, not wanting to owe him and wanted to sign the contract ASAP, screwed up Meng Hao's plans. He wanted to go on a date with w.a.n.g Ming but seeing him so eager to write the contract. Meng Hao felt like he couldn't stall writing the contract more than drinking a coffee and not seem suspicious. He could say that he needed to get to know w.a.n.g Ming more and wait to sign the contract and try to meet him more. But felt like that would be rude to w.a.n.g Ming, it is Meng Hao's right to do so.

What he was most afraid of is that w.a.n.g Ming would find another place to rent, then losing his chances to meet him more. So Meng Hao felt like he had to do everything he could now to give w.a.n.g Ming a good impression of him. So telling w.a.n.g Ming that he needed to go to the toilet, he went out of the room and took of his suit jacket put it down on the ground and rolled up his shirtsleeves. Then he did 50 push ups and 50 situps to make more blood flow in his muscles. (What bodybuilders usually call pump). After he did it, his muscles instantly looked a lot bigger than it was just minutes ago. So then walking back into the VIP room, he also casually flexed his arms and chest muscles, then said.

"Since it seems like you are in a hurry, let's get a coffee then sign the contract. I won't hold you for long. This shop has a very famous coffee called Civet Coffee, which is the most expensive coffee in the world. At this shop, it cost around 1000 yuan per cup." Hearing Meng Hao's words, w.a.n.g Ming felt his hands sweat and head hurt, a 1000 yuan for a cup of coffee? He could get a good cup for 10 yuan, which would be 100 cups from the money used on 1 cup here. But since they were already here and the room cost 10 thousand yuan, it made little sense for w.a.n.g Ming not to order. So looking at the menu, w.a.n.g Ming ordered everything they had on the menu, he wasn't that hungry but he wanted to widen his knowledge. Many items on their menu catered more to the upper-cla.s.s and western people. Which could be great knowledge for him when he starts his own restaurant, since the location was a place where many rich people shopped.

Seeing that w.a.n.g Ming only looked at the menu and not at him, Meng Hao felt disappointed but determined so he pushed even more. Meng Hao then unb.u.t.toned the top 2 b.u.t.tons on his shirt, to entice w.a.n.g Ming and became happy when he saw that w.a.n.g Ming stared at him and his muscles, he got even more excited by w.a.n.g Ming's next words and action.

"Wow, Meng Hao. You got incredible muscles, could you teach me? How to train so I can get as big as you? I got muscles too, but I feel like they are small compared to you." After saying this w.a.n.g Ming unb.u.t.toned his suit and pulled the front of his shirt up revealing his chiseled abs, but pulling it up a bit too much he also revealed his pecs, which was definitely not as big as Meng Hao, but they were big enough for w.a.n.g Ming to do Pec dance.

Chugging a cup of water, Meng Hao tried to calm himself down. Since w.a.n.g Ming looked skinny in the face, Meng Hao didn't think he would have such muscles behind his shirt. Feeling fl.u.s.tered, Meng Hao didn't know what to do and say other than.

"Let's sign the contract."