Days have passed day by day, and it is late in the blink of an eye. Two years in this world are just 12 hours for Huamian's original world. Huamian looked through the company group in Lan Yue. According to the time there, it is already past the time to check in at work. I am so late, I don't know if any colleagues will say anything.

When I opened the project group, I was silent. It was right to think about it. It was an important period of department restructuring. My colleagues from the same project were contacted for the next job, either internal transfers of the company, or preparing to resign and go to the next company.

Who would have time to find out that she was late? She smiled with a little self-deprecating smile. Huamian knew that she was also a person with no sense of presence in her previous projects. Except when she needed someone to work overtime, even the project manager could not remember her.

It's really a failed work experience. Compared to her, she even feels that she lives here more like a personal person and has a more enjoyable life.

But... when thinking of family, Huamian still wants to go back. No matter how interpersonal relationships are with each other in the company, when thinking of her parents in her hometown and the two cats that are more naughty than monkeys in her hometown, Huamian misses her extremely nostalgic.

I couldn't help but clench my fists secretly, working hard to make money in this world, and finding a way to go back. Since I can travel through time, I can definitely go back.

The store's business was booming. Huamian used the money he saved to buy a shop on another street. The shop was not big, but had a wide yard, which was just right for the takeaway business.

Hua Mian wanted to arrange for Xilin to go to that store to be a chef. After all, in the city, Xilin is the only chef in the takeaway store except herself, but Xilin said she was unwilling to leave Hua Mian's side.

She followed Beilin all the way to learn the art and sent her to other shops. Leaving Huamian? Don’t even think about it. It’s impossible. Who knows what amazing meals Huamian would make if she really left for a few hours? She had to use these eyes to remember Huamian’s recipes.

Seeing Xilin refuse, Huamian is not easy to force it. After all, they can't say they are their own formal employees, but once they have the idea of ​​expanding their business, they can't say they give up. After all, they even bought the shop.

Huamian asked Master Han and learned that there was no such thing as a chef school in the city, even in this country. If you want to open a branch, you must cultivate a new chef.

With Lord Han's recommendation, Huamian accepted three apprentices. This time, the apprentices were all boys. From Xiao Cui to Ying'er to Xilin, those who learned cooking techniques were always girls. It was not until Lord Han recommended these people that Huamian remembered that when he was in Sikong Mansion, he had heard that there were very few women in this country's chefs.

It is not because of the gender restrictions, but because there are almost no gender restrictions in this country at work, so few women do chefs.

However, the root of this problem also comes from the God Cult. If it weren't for their doctrine of pursuing "truth" and "nature", the believers had never eaten good things for a long time, so they would feel that the job of cooking without technology cannot make money.
Chapter completed!