sjar Chapter 467 Music, starts.
Chapter 467 Music, starts.
It was just after noon.
Even in Wanbei, the winter sun is not strong, and it is particularly quiet outside the hot spring villa in the afternoon.
Zhang Lang looked at Haitang, whose body was tense, and said softly, "Fifth brother, you and Nanazi sit down first. I'll take Haitang to wash her face."
Long Wu nodded and asked Nanako to sit down.
Nanako nodded sharply: "Hi."
Zhang Lang was pulling Haitang towards the hot spring when he heard Long Wu whisper to Nanako, "Sit down. No need to be so polite when saying hi."
Nanako looked at Longwu and said, "Hi."
Long Wu scratched his head: "You don't have to be so polite to me..."
Nanako said sincerely, "Hi."
Long Wu stretched out his hands and gestured back and forth in the air, with an awkward expression on his face, he said: "What I just said..."
"Hi."
Long Wu shook his head: "Not high."
"Hi."
Zhang Lang pursed his lips slightly.
Haitang: "Are you laughing at me?"
"No, I didn't."
"The pot I have here is different from the one I used. Next time..."
"Okay, stop imagining and wash your face first."
Haitang felt so embarrassed.
"Driving, singing and cooking are controlled by the same area of the brain. If you do one of these three well, then the other two will also be easy to do. Do you understand?"
Haitang: "Then I'm done. My car often breaks down, I can't sing, and you've seen me cook. I'm done, I'm done."
Zhang Lang quickly comforted him, "What I said just now is not entirely correct. Singing, cooking, and driving are not controlled by the same area of the brain. Singing mainly involves the language area of the brain, such as Broca's area and Wernicke's area, which are used to express lyrics, and the auditory area to perceive pitch, rhythm, etc., and the motor area to control the vocal organs. Cooking uses the sensory motor cortex of the brain to control hand movements to cut vegetables, stir, etc., uses the olfactory and taste areas to distinguish the smell and taste of ingredients, and the memory area to recall the steps and processes of the recipe. Driving is mainly controlled by the motor cortex of the brain, which controls the hands and feet to operate the steering wheel and pedals and the visual cortex to observe road conditions, etc. These are all coordinated controls."
"Will I be able to cook while driving without being out of tune?" Haitang was dazed, but her eyes suddenly became clear, and you could tell without looking closely that they were full of wisdom.
"Yes, you are absolutely right." Zhang Lang knew that he had done it. He washed her face gently and wiped it clean carefully. Her skin was so good. She looked so beautiful even without makeup. A simple ponytail was already pleasing to the eye.
He couldn't help but peck Haitang on the mouth. There were guests waiting outside, so Zhang Lang pulled the shy Haitang back to the dining table.
Nanako: "Go ahead."
Dragon Five Repeater: "Go for it"
Nanako: "Flax is good."
……
The way these two people are so affectionate and oblivious to the people around them is really enviable.
Zhang Lang looked at the few Japanese dishes on the table, then turned back to the kitchen and made a few simple side dishes.
Haitang: "It took me hours to finish something, but you finished it in just a few minutes. You are so good, why don't you participate in the God of Cookery Competition?"
"Bring the dish out. You deserve half the credit for this dish."
Haitang: "Okay."
Haitang seemed very busy, following Zhang Lang around in the kitchen, but in fact she did not help at all. However, when she heard that she had half the credit for serving the dishes, she happily served the dishes to the table.
Nanako saw this and quickly stood up to help.
"You two wait here, I'll go to the kitchen to help Alang." Long Wu stood up and was about to walk towards the kitchen. How could he let Zhang Lang cook for him in the kitchen? Although Long Wu was his brother-in-law and a good brother... he still felt it was inappropriate.
Haitang was afraid that Long Wu would take away half of her credit, so she quickly said, "No, no, no, you guys just sit here and wait, Nanako, sit down quickly."
"Hi."
Long Wu:......
Haitang put down the dish, pinched her earlobe with her little hand and trotted back to the kitchen.
Hot hands...
Two and a half minutes later.
Zhang Lang wiped his hands and said, "Let's eat."
Nanako: "Hi."
Zhang Lang looked at Long Wu.
Long Wu scratched his brow.
Haitang: "Come and try my cooking."
……
Night falls over the north.
Outside Qiu Xiaochi's casino, there was already three layers of siege.
Qiu Xiaochi's younger brothers stood on both sides of the street in suits, keeping the onlookers out.
Leave an aisle in the middle that can only accommodate one car.
In the casino, Qiu Xiaochi and the gambling nemesis Hong Guang had already arrived. They were watching the people coming in from upstairs.
Of course, Zhang Baocheng is also in the office.
Chen Jincheng's hand was broken, so he could only sit in the audience seats downstairs.
Also in the audience were Tu Tianlong, Zhang Tianding and his daughter Zhang Meiru, who had been eliminated long ago.
As well as Zhuolan and her boss, the Yamaguchi-gumi's Kusa Chi Yuba, Long Wu, Nanako, and Kusa Chi Ichiro, Yuba's adopted son.
There is also the good friend of Guizaguo Gaojin, Kamiyama Hiroji, and the little Guiza young woman who shakes the dice.
Zhou Jisheng and Long Chengbang were also sitting in the audience, with the graceful Long Jiwen standing behind them.
……
Now everyone is waiting for the God of Gamblers Gao Jin and the Saint of Gamblers Zhang Lang.
Outside the casino.
"Coming, coming, they're coming."
A black car slowly turned into the aisle left by Qiu Xiaochi's men from a distance.
Some took pictures, some waved and shouted, and some grinned.
No one knew who was in the car.
but.
A familiar melody suddenly sounded in the car.
The God of Gamblers' winning song.
“This guy is really good at it.”
"Indeed……"
"What is it? Tell me."
"Don't worry, let me observe for a while."
"No need to observe. The God of Gamblers took a taxi and went in a long time ago. Now this should be the Saint of Gamblers and Miss Haitang."
"What? The God of Gamblers is so unpresentable? Taking a taxi? How did you know?"
"I am the taxi driver, Da Vinci."
……
Inside the casino.
Chen Jincheng suddenly stood up and looked at Gao Jin excitedly, raising his broken arm: "It's him, it's him, it's him, he is the God of Gamblers Gao Jin."
Office upstairs.
"Zhang Baocheng, that person is Gao Jin?"
"Yes, that's him."
"You really came alone. Let's go down too."
Qiu Xiaochi strode out of the office.
She walked down the red-carpeted stairs slowly, step by step, with her eyes fixed on Gao Jin.
Gao Jin, wearing a black suit and with a slicked-back hair, stood in front of the gambling table. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Qiu Xiaochi.
Qiu Xiaochi passed the security gate and walked in front of Gao Jin, and the two looked at each other face to face.
Qiu Xiaochi sneered and tried to use the French incident to provoke Gao Jin: "I saw a painting in the Dalin Park in France. It doesn't look like you at all."
Gao Jin's eyes twitched slightly, and just as he was about to speak, the door of the casino on the other side was suddenly pushed open.
Music, start.