Yoona's eyes were smiling, but there was clearly a dangerous atmosphere hidden in this smile. It was like a little devil living in the heart of an angel, with a cute murderous intent.

Li Min didn't dare to look at Yoona, and lowered his head subconsciously, muttering: "Didn't I agree..."

"I didn't agree to anything, Oppa, I will write it all down in my notebook." Yoona snorted and got up from the bed. "Let's go eat, I'm hungry." Yoona said pitifully.

"Eat as soon as you sleep. What kind of woman did I marry..." Li Min muttered in a low voice and got out of bed with a cane. He remembered the whistling sound behind him and a pillow hit his back.

superior.

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The canteen of dk company is on the fifth floor of the Hengxing Building, occupying a quarter of the entire floor. It can serve up to 500 people at the same time during meals, and it also always has ingredients for about 30 people during non-meals.

There are two chefs, one is the former chef Wang of the largest Chinese-Korean restaurant in Seoul, 'Ilpinge', and the other is the former chef Rocker of n.girll restaurant. The former is a master of Chinese and Korean food, and the latter

He is the chef competition champion who has been famous in ten European countries fifteen years ago. With the team of these two, dk company's canteen is comparable to the top restaurants in Seoul. The special dishes launched by dk canteen every day are not repeated.

, and the two chefs will also bet that if more people eat Western food than traditional food today, Master Wang will lose 100,000 won to Rocker, and vice versa.

At the beginning, because most of the employees of DK Entertainment were young people, and the company had just been established, the employees wanted to split their time in half. Under such circumstances, Western food, which was easy to prepare and eat, became people's favorite

First choice, although Chinese and Korean food are more palatable, but there is not enough time, and there are relatively few people eating. Master Wang lost to Rocker for twelve consecutive days at most, and his whole face was blue. But things are getting better recently.

A little more, with the continuous poaching operations of the dk Human Resources Department, the shortage of staff in various departments has been greatly alleviated. The employees also have a little more free time. One after another, some people have begun to try Chinese food, Korean

Although the meal is still more numerous than less, it is much better than before.

There was still a little time before meal time. There were almost no people in the canteen. There were only people who had worked overtime and woke up in the lounge. Or people who had not eaten breakfast and took the time to make up for it, sat in twos and threes in the corner. The chefs were cooking

Under the guidance of the chief, the traditional department is busy. The kitchen is filled with fire, and dishes are constantly being placed in thermal boxes, leaving them for the employees to choose from during meal time. Against the wall of the Western Department

, there were six cutting boards lined up in a row. Six apprentices were chopping ingredients, making a noise as if they were being renovated. In the western dining department, Rocker Qi, who had a beard like a pirate captain,

The corners of his eyes twitched, and he stared with a dark face at an apprentice who was grinning at him through the glass wall.

"fxck!" Rocker cursed in a low voice, resisting the urge to fly out the pan in his hand. Originally, he had the upper hand in the kitchen, but since the bald boy arrived, it suddenly turned upside down.

Especially this trick of sticking the cutting boards to the edge of the glass wall, which makes the western restaurant department’s heads buzz every day. As soon as they go to work, they have to endure endless noise torture. I don’t know where all the noise comes from every day.

something to cut.

"Chef, it's better to file a complaint. Go talk to Director Jiang from the Logistics Department. If he knows the true situation, he will definitely not condone this kid anymore." To Locker's right, a man was decorating the cheese biscuits in the oven.

The young pastry chef said in a low voice. He didn't dare to say it loudly. The boy opposite was said to be from the 'Shaolin Temple Canteen', and his strength in his hands was extraordinary. A few days ago, he had a bartending relationship with a bartender from the Western Food Department who had studied Taekwondo for ten years.

I went to his dormitory with my teacher to look for trouble, and he closed the door and beat me for ten minutes. It has been seven or eight days, and I still have to wear a mask to work every day.

"What's this idea! Old Wangtou is waiting for me to go. If I go, wouldn't I just admit defeat? Do you want me to lose to him? Do you want Western food to lose to traditional food?" Locke's beard trembled slightly and he said with

Standard Seoul dialect. He has worked for a Korean family for eight years and speaks Korean better than the locals.

"I'm sorry!" The young pastry chef saluted ninety times, but he cursed in his heart: "If you don't want to go, just hold on, it's not me who has heart disease!"

"My earplugs fell off. Give me yours first. You can go buy another one after get off work." Locke seemed to understand the pastry chef's mind and unreasonably took the earplugs from his hand and stuffed them into his ears. Then he left. The young pastry chef was stunned on the spot. After a while, he pinched a piece of unleavened dough and made it into the shape of an earplug and stuffed it into his ear.

Different from the gloomy faces of the people in the Western Food Department, the people in the Traditional Food Department had a sense of elation in their brows. After being suppressed for so long, they finally turned over. Looking at the person opposite who was shocked and in pain

It looked like everyone was trying their best not to laugh out loud. Those who cook traditional dishes are not afraid of this level of 'shock'. Everyone has practiced knife skills before learning to cook. This kind of rhythmic cooking

Sound can't affect them at all.

"Silence! Work hard!" A powerful voice sounded. The people in the traditional cuisine department immediately stopped smiling and lowered their heads to work seriously. The speaker was none other than the ruler of the traditional cuisine department, chef Wang Jian.

In Binhai, people nicknamed Wang Yutou. Thirty years ago, a fish head with chopped pepper won the title of "God of Cooking" in the first Chinese chef competition and has become a legend in the Sichuan cuisine world. Now that the old man is old, he is in

dk is already in a semi-retired state, and usually doesn't cook. Not many people know about his past reputation. The old man is open-minded. Compared with many honorific titles, he prefers others to call him Lao Wangtou.

"Grandpa Wang..." A strange Mandarin sound came from the food delivery port. Old Wang's head and ears twitched, and he immediately strode towards the food delivery port. He opened the door that said "No entry except for the kitchen staff".

'.A girl with cherry-colored highlights slipped in with her waist down, wasn't it Krystal or someone else!

"Little girl, you came early today, are you hungry? I've already cooked it for you." Lao Wangtou has been cooking in Korea for eighteen years, so his Korean is naturally no problem. "Come, try the secret egg custard I made by myself, little girl."

Chen, go to the steamer and get the enamel bowl I put in it this morning."

"Hey!" One of the six vegetable-cutting apprentices put down his work, wiped his hands, turned around and opened the six-layer cage behind him. There were six floors in the cage, but only the fourth floor had a porcelain bowl.

, the other five layers are just placed for the purpose of steam return. Making an egg custard costs so much, which shows how particular this egg custard is.

"Here!" the young apprentice took out the enamel bowl. He didn't put anything on it and just took it with his hands, as if he couldn't feel the heat.

"Xiexie." Krystal said politely. She only knew a few Mandarin sentences, and she learned them all to get delicious food.

"You're welcome, thank you for nothing!" The young apprentice giggled, and stretched out his hand to scratch the back of his head out of habit. The chef's hat on his head slipped and fell off, revealing a bare head.

"What does it look like!" The kitchen is a place with strict hygiene requirements, and the chef is absolutely not allowed to take off his hat. The young apprentice quickly picked up the hat and put it on his head. He bent over and looked at Lao Wang's head.

Krystal glanced at him and returned to his post.

"This kid is a little stunned, please ignore him. Come on, try it. This is not an ordinary custard, it is quail egg custard. Have you ever eaten quail eggs? Make them as big as a fingernail, remove the yolk, and then..."

Lao Wangtou talked non-stop, with a rather showy tone, as if he was worried that Krystal would not be able to get used to it. After waiting for a while, when he saw that Krystal didn’t take a bite, Lao Wangtou was a little unhappy, acting like a little kid.

She said angrily like a child: "What I cook is not delicious. You can eat it next door. There is egg custard next door, but it can't compare with mine!" Krystal quickly shook her head. She preferred traditional dishes to Western food.

"Grandpa Wang..." Krystal first called him in Mandarin, and then said in Korean: "It's not that I don't want to eat, I just want to take it away to eat. Is that okay? I'll be leaving soon, and I don't have enough time."

"Ah, this is easy to handle." After hearing Krystal's explanation, Old Wangtou immediately regained his kindness. He raised his hand and called back the bald apprentice who had just dismissed him, and asked him to find a lunch box and compare the custard and rice.

One ratio is packed into a lunch box.

"Xiexie." Krystal thanked her again. Suddenly she blinked and asked, "Your name?"

"Oh, my name is Chen Nian, just call me Xiao Chen. I'm from the Shaolin Temple...forget it, you don't even know if I tell you." Perhaps because he rarely sees a beautiful girl like Krystal up close, the young apprentice is a little embarrassed.

, didn’t dare to meet Krystal’s eyes. But his eyes were clear, without any hint of covetousness. The young apprentice moved very quickly, and packed the lunch box in a short time. He didn’t even see his hands move.

The beautiful bow was tied, causing Krystal to look slightly sideways.

"Here, don't spill it." The young apprentice may not speak Korean, but he still said it in Mandarin. Fortunately, he could understand these words without having to understand them. Krystal smiled and said thank you again.

"Zaijie, baibai." Krystal took the lunch box and said goodbye to the old Wangtou and the young apprentice.

As she turned around and was about to walk out of the kitchen of the traditional cuisine department, Krystal's expression suddenly changed, her body immediately shrank by half, and she huddled in the corner of the door. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
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