Following Jian Heng, standing at the door, Zhang Jialiang looked up at the sign next to the door, and saw that it said the smoking room, and he couldn't help but feel a little curious.

Because his boss shouted to have a meal, he originally thought he was in the restaurant, but who knew what smoking room to go directly to and eat in the smoking room. Zhang Jialiang felt that the gym didn’t look very good, so he asked customers to eat in the smoking room, which would cost more!

The three words of smoking room made Zhang Jialiang feel a little awkward. Of course, I saw a lot of awkward things this morning, and Zhang Jialiang also had a little immunity in his heart. This little strange thing seemed nothing to him.

"Hello everyone!"

Zhang Jialiang followed his boss and reached out to block the door that was about to close. As soon as he entered the door, he saw that there were people sitting next to three small round tables inside, so he squeezed out a smile from his face and greeted him.

Zhang Jialiang also knew that he was so happy in the morning that he was not likable, so he wanted to ease the atmosphere at this time.

Unfortunately, few people were willing to pay attention to Zhang Jialiang at the table. Many people frowned and looked at the innermost table. At the table, a middle-aged Asian man was sharing food with Jian Heng and Xu Zhao and the other two.

"ah!"

When Zhang Jialiang saw the middle-aged man, he knew that this was the friend his boss mentioned last night, that was Zhao Changshan, who was responsible for cooking for everyone. However, when his eyes fell on the food that the three of them were sharing, he couldn't help but scream in surprise.

Big meat! A real Chinese-style big meat is almost as big as an adult's slap. The thickness of a finger is slapped in an attractive sauce color, and it looks particularly good.

Big meat is not bad. Although Zhang Jialiang is in the Bay, he still knows the dishes of fried meat as a Chinese, but he is not good at this.

What surprised him was that these people who were working out actually ate this!

Although he is not a fitness expert, Zhang Jialiang knows some ways to exercise. He has never heard of people who eat big meat, and it seems that each piece is no less than two or three taels of meat. This guy! As a Chinese, Zhang Jialiang was a little scared when he saw this thing, and subconsciously touched his belly, not to mention the foreigner who always eats Western food.

Zhang Jialiang's voice successfully attracted everyone's attention to him.

"What's the name? Find a place to sit down." Jian Heng immediately shouted when he saw this guy standing at the door with an egg-like expression in his mouth.

Zhang Jialiang subconsciously, without thinking, blurted out to Jian Heng and asked, "Brother, can you lose weight by eating like this?"

Fortunately, this kid subconsciously used his mother tongue. Although he had a bay accent, the foreigner sitting at the table would definitely not understand it.

Jian Heng glared at the boy again: "Honestly find a place to sit. If you don't want to eat, just shut your mouth. You will talk too much in the morning!"

Jian Heng now regrets bringing this kid here, and when introducing him, he said that he had been with him for several years. This guy leaked his breath early this morning, and he would ask any strange things that he saw, and it was a super-large curious baby.

Hearing his boss say this, Zhang Jialiang shrank his head, turned his head and saw an empty seat, so he walked towards the seat. Who knew that he had not walked to the side and sat down, and immediately pressed his big hand on the chair.

"Um?"

The muscles on the master of the big hand seemed to be able to dance. He saw him tweaking at Zhang Jialiang in dissatisfaction, and he said, "I can't sit here, I don't like you!"

"hehe!"

After laughing awkwardly, Zhang Jialiang took a step directly and walked towards the table where Jian Heng distributed dishes, reached out and pulled the chair and sat down.

As soon as he sat down, Zhang Jialiang immediately smelled a scent from his nose and subconsciously swallowed his saliva. The big meat was not very attractive to Zhang Jialiang, but the lion head as big as a fist was as big as his appetite. Because Zhang Jialiang's grandfather was from Yangzhou, his family naturally had a good taste for Huaiyang cuisine.

"Ah!"

"If you make such a sound again, you kid will go out for me and wait for others to finish their meal and come in again!" Jian Heng had to glar at the kid again.

"Brother!" Zhang Jialiang looked honestly for a while, and saw the three of them taking out a stainless steel box about half the size of a washbasin from the big bag. When they opened it, they found pork head meat inside.

Yes, it is the kind sold in domestic braised meat shops, which are very common in China, but in the United States, it is impossible to see this thing unless you go to a pure Chinese restaurant.

Seeing Jian Heng looking at him, Zhang Jialiang continued to lower his voice, in a tone that only three people on this table could hear, and asked in Chinese: "Brother, can these things still work out? I haven't heard you mention it before!"

"Why can't it?"

Jian Heng's expression on his face was very calm, but he really wanted to kick this kid downstairs in his heart, because after he asked this, both Xu Zhaobin and Zhao Changshan focused on themselves, and it was obvious that both of them had some doubts in their hearts.

"This thing is anti-human!"

How could Zhang Jialiang know that his boss has made such a terrifying thing these days? He just felt that when his boss was exercising, he ate like a cow. Even after this period of time, his diet returned to normal, he would not touch such high-fat and high-oil things. It was not vegetable oil, but real animal fat food.

"What do you know! Keep your mouth honestly and say one more thing, you only have white rice at noon today!" Jian Heng said.

Hearing Jian Heng say this, Zhang Jialiang closed his mouth and looked at the three people standing there with surprise. He watched the three people standing there continue to divide things. With pork head, lion head and big meat, potato beef is nothing. The whole table is full of five dishes, all of which are filled with basins, and they are all so hard that they can't be harder. If you want to say that Su Huan really has a small bucket of vegetable soup.

Now Zhang Jialiang understands why when he first entered the door, many foreigners looked like their dead fathers. Not to mention these foreigners, even if he, a Chinese, frowned when he saw this table of greasy dishes.

Can this thing really lose weight? Zhang Jialiang has had countless question marks in his mind.

Zhang Jialiang didn't know the bad taste of his boss. He was so frustrated that he wanted to train a group of foreigners to develop a Chinese stomach.

After about two or three minutes, all the dishes were divided. More than a dozen six-inch deep-belt stainless steel bowls were filled with meat and vegetables, and a hill was piled up at the mouth of the bowl.

"One serving per person, you can't finish the rice, but try to finish these dishes. The more you eat, the better the effect." Jian Heng signaled Zhang Jialiang to come and help and divided the dishes to the three tables of people.

Jian Heng, who was focused on dividing dishes, did not pay attention. Two of the people on the three tables gathered together, whispered in a low voice, raised his head from time to time and looked at Jian Heng meaningfully, and then quickly lowered his head and began to mutter to each other.

Everyone got the dishes, and rice was placed in front of everyone, but the guys who were eating were divided into two groups. Most people used spoons and occasionally forks. Only Jian Heng and others used serious Chinese food, chopsticks.

Zhang Jialiang looked at Jian Heng while eating, watching him biting big meat with big mouthfuls, and his mouth was full of oil. Every bite, he could see the section of the big meat bitten open by his mouth with the oil that made him disgusted. But as a younger brother who made life with Jian Heng, he knew that as long as his boss had the conditions, he had quite a requirement for eating. Now, seeing that he was eating like a hungry tiger that had been evil for a week, he couldn't help but feel a little curious.

"Brother Heng? Is this big meat really delicious?" Zhang Jialiang asked.

Jian Heng didn't answer, and just picked it up with chopsticks, and instantly picked up a piece of meat with a sauce-colored leather and a little fat meat from the edge of the big meat.

Put it in Zhang Jialiang's bowl, Jian Heng raised his chopsticks and signaled him to try it.

Zhang Jialiang held the meat with a try-making attitude and put it in his mouth. The meat was inserted into his mouth without chewing it. The taste buds on the tip of his tongue instantly spread the glutinous fragrance unique to Chinese-style cooking meat to the brain. With a gentle stirring of the tongue, the meat in his mouth immediately became crispy, as if it turned into juice and flowed into the stomach along his throat, without the greasy smell of fat.

What cannot be stirred with the tip of the tongue is the crystal skin, with a chewy texture, and it becomes crumbly after a few times. Unlike meat, the crystal-like meat is now full of a strong sauce aroma. Although the meat has a stomachache along the esophagus, the mouth is still filled with a fascinating sauce aroma, which will not dissipate for a long time.

"Wow!"

After eating together, Zhang Jialiang's entire expression seemed to be alive.

Needless to say, Jian Heng said, this kid picked up a whole piece of meat with chopsticks and put it into the bowl. It was obvious that he had picked the largest piece of meat.

After dragging the meat into the bowl, Zhang Jialiang immediately tilted his head and grinned and started to eat.

As soon as the big meat was blocked by Zhang Jialiang's mouth, Jian Heng's ears instantly became quiet. After An An finished the meal, he briefly recorded how much everyone had eaten. Of course, this is also the reference indicator for Jian Heng's preparation. This means that eating more, eating more doses will be higher, and eating less, so the dose will naturally be smaller, and the effect requires a longer time. But overall, fitness people have a good appetite. They eat openly, and they are all good. Even Sister McAvoy ate more than half of the dishes in the bowl. As for Emma and Luna in the hall, there are not even a grain of rice left.

Some foreigners have quick stomach adaptation to Chinese food, such as troublesome couples, and some people are not very comfortable. For example, after someone finishes eating, they have to go into the toilet immediately. When they wait for ten or twenty minutes to come out, their little faces are white.

This person walked to Jian Heng's side: "Coach, my stomach can't adapt to such greasy things, I have diarrhea."

Jian Heng looked up, thought for a while and said, "Then you give up!"

Hearing Jian Heng say this, the man shook his head first: "That won't work, coach, I can still hold on!"

After saying that, this person turned around and left.

Jian Heng has seen this person's diet plan. He usually eats beef once or twice a week, and each time it is only two or three pieces of weight, so it would be strange if he doesn't eat such oily food.

Will Jian Heng pity him? Surely no! Anyone who cannot raise the Chinese stomach, is Jian Heng interested in helping them achieve small goals! Even if he is fake, he must take it as real. If he does not eat Chinese food, the Jane's physical condition control method will not work for him!

At around 2 o'clock in the afternoon, I had another class capable. Jian Heng closed the stall, went into the locker room to take a shower, and took Zhang Jialiang out.

As soon as he walked out of the door, Jian Heng was about to scold this boy. Unexpectedly, before he could speak, a sweet female voice immediately rang behind him.

"Jane, we want to visit your house, can we?"
Chapter completed!