The Epic Revenge Chapter 1936: Recipes

Yan Qi waited until Wednesday.

Fan Yongzhi has not returned.

There was something at school that took up all her thoughts, and she immediately put Fan Yongzhi behind her.

Yan Qi's mind is very simple, even if she said that she wanted to marry Fan Yongzhi, she said to him that she would forget it.

It was Thursday when Fan Yongzhi received Li Hui's telegram. Li Hui estimated that his matter was over, and then sent him a telegram to tell him about Yan Qi.

It was very windy and cold in London today.

Fan Yongzhi knew about the kind of biscuits, but Yan Qi did mention that they were delicious.

That's one of the dim sum offered by a fancy hotel.

Fan Yongzhi immediately drove over there.

However, the hotel's food and beverage department told him: "The pastry chef quit and left."

Fan Yongzhi's mind went up in a circle: "Where did he change to?"

The people at the hotel said they didn't know.

I don't know...

London is so big, where should Fan Yongzhi go? When he heard the news, he only felt that the cold wind was pouring directly into his bones.

He shuddered.

He began to identify himself, saying that he was the only son of a big banker, and that he liked that kind of dessert very much, and wished to know the address of the pastry chef.

"...If your hotel needs to cooperate with the bank, you can go to us, and the interest will be calculated separately." Fan Yongzhi left his nameplate, "Take my nameplate, and the words will count."

He's never been so humble.

The other party went to invite the manager in charge.

The manager is well-informed. After chatting with Fan Yongzhi for a while, he found that what he said was true, and gave him the address of the pastry chef.

"He may have moved. He was also renting the house," the manager said.

Fan Yongzhi thanked him, and didn't care about anything else, he drove to that address first.

The door was opened by an English woman in her forties.

The woman has a arrogant attitude and is very indifferent to the young man with a Chinese face, only saying: "I don't know!"

Fan Yongzhi pleaded again and again, but the woman still closed the door.

He thought, if the pastry chef still lived here, he would probably be back in the evening.

The wind was extremely strong outside. Fan Yongzhi was wearing a shirt and windbreaker.

He fought the shivering chill and waited silently for more than four hours.

Finally a man is back.

Fan Yongzhi immediately stopped him and asked if he was the former pastry chef of the hotel.

The man glanced at him: "Sir, is there something?"

"I want a cake." Fan Yongzhi said, "I will buy it without disturbing you."

The middle-aged man is a bit down-to-earth and haggard, but his attitude is okay: "Come in and talk, it's cold outside."

Fan Yongzhi heard this sentence and knew that the matter had become 70% or 80%. He was happy and couldn't help but smile.

It's hard for him to smile once.

The man was so happy to see him and asked him: "Buy it for the one in your heart?"

Fan Yongzhi's heart was inexplicably poured into a cup of warm sugar water, which was sweet and warm, dispelling the loneliness all over him.

He didn't answer.

The pastry chef invited him home.

There is no such snack at home, he needs to make it now. The house he lives in is quite dilapidated, a single room on the first floor of a building, narrow and compact.

There is nothing in the house except a small oven.

The man takes out the flour, ready to make it now.

Fan Yongzhi chatted with him and knew that the one who opened the door just now was the landlady of the house; he also knew that he was ostracized and left the hotel: "The new manager introduced his friend to replace me. ."

"Have you found a new job?" Fan Yongzhi asked.

The man said: "I help out with odd jobs in a bakery. They also have a pastry chef. I'll help."

"Your cakes are delicious, so you shouldn't try." Fan Yongzhi, "Have you ever thought of opening your own cake shop?"

The man laughed.

He pointed to his house: "Sir, do you think I can afford it?"

Fan Yongzhi took a serious look at it and replied, "You can try it."

The man stopped what he was doing and looked at him puzzled.

Fan Yongzhi: "Give me your recipe for desserts like this, and I can give you a sum of money that is enough for you to open a store; I can also guarantee that you will loan a sum of money from my bank, Rent the storefront for two to three years.”

The man looked at him in surprise.

Fan Yongzhi once again handed out his brand name.

Two hours later, Fan Yongzhi got the freshly baked biscuits and the recipe for the biscuits.

The next day, early in the morning, a middle-aged man went to the bank, cashed a large amount of money with a check signed by Fan Yongzhi, and then took out another loan.

Because it was a famous brand signed by Fan Yongzhi, the bank called Fan Yongzhi.

"Master, this kind of business is all over the street, I'm afraid it won't pay back the principal, and the loan may not be recovered." The banker said, "Also, did you lend him money?"

"Yes." Fan Yongzhi said, "The rest of the money will be loaned to him, and the interest will be calculated at the lowest interest rate. I know about this matter, you can make a note. When the head office asks you later, it will be said that it was specially approved by me. ."

There is no choice but to answer.

The pastry chef, got a lot of money.

The reason why Fan Yongzhi was willing to give him money was because he looked around the man's house and saw neither cigarettes nor wine bottles. His sheets were shabby but clean, and his oven was spotlessly wiped.

A simple and thrifty person who does not drink alcohol or tobacco will not get the money to squander, he will open a cake shop in a down-to-earth way.

And Fan Yongzhi also got Yan Qi's favorite biscuits and recipes, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

In the afternoon, Fan Yongzhi flew back to Singapore.

Their bank cooperates with the Sijia, so his plane can stop at the Sijia's airport.

After Fan Yongzhi came back, he found that the house was also very clean. The new maid made the house warm and refreshing.

He called Yan's house and asked the servant to tell Yan Qi that he was going to find her at night.

This is also to tell the seniors of Yan's parents by the way.

Then, he called Li Hui again.

Li Hui reported on his recent work to him. After Fan Yongzhi heard it, he casually said a few words, changed his clothes and went to the University of Malaya.

He drove by himself. When he was at the gate of the university, he found a lot of luxury cars parked at the gate of the school.

Some young rich men are waiting for their girlfriends, while others are the driver waiting for the young lady or the young master to leave school.

Fan Yongzhi also heard that young female students are very popular with the wealthy sons.

He stood silently beside him.

After waiting for a long time, I saw Yan Qi and Wang Zhiming come out together. The two were talking and laughing.

Fan Yongzhi's heart sank.

He called out Sheng Yanqi's English name. When they were in the UK, they all used English names, only Yan Qi called him "Master Fan."

Yan Qi heard it, and after a moment of surprise, he trotted towards him.

She was so excited that Fan Yongzhi's slightly heavy heart became alive, and the bottom of his eyes became a little softer.

"Are you back?" Yan Qi had forgotten the unpleasantness last time, and happily answered Fan Yongzhi. If she had a tail, she would be swinging around him right now. "Well, I'm back." Fan Yongzhi's expression was flat, and the emotion in his eyes was also very light, but he was in a good mood.