164. Chapter 164 Notebook (please vote for me and vote for recommendation)
Author: Lao Tuo
Chapter 164 Notebook (please vote for me and vote for recommendation)
Before evening, Zhang Wentao rushed back to the restaurant from the hospital in the rain.
Sun Xiaowei saw that Zhang Wentao's clothes were all wet, and frowned: "There is an umbrella in the trunk, why did you walk back in the rain? Aren't you afraid of catching a cold or having a fever?"
"..."
The corners of Zhang Wentao's eyes twitched, and the expression on his face was very embarrassing.
Being looked at by Sun Xiaowei like she was a fool, Zhang Wentao cracked the corner of his mouth and explained while returning the key:
"I don't have the habit of opening people's trunks casually."
Sun Xiaowei smiled helplessly: "You, you just have too many things on your mind and didn't pay attention. I'll ask someone to prepare a set of clothes for you. You can wear it when you go home. Remember to bring an umbrella when you go out these days.
"
"good."
Zhang Wentao nodded and shocked the chefs when he walked into the kitchen.
When Shi Tiandong came to the locker room and gave Zhang Wentao a towel, he heard that there was an umbrella in the trunk, but he didn't notice it because of his habitual thinking, so he got soaked in the rain.
It felt like the muscles on my face were about to collapse from laughter.
Zhang Wentao didn't care about this and asked calmly: "How is the dinner prepared?"
"It's raining, so it shouldn't be very busy tonight." Shi Tiandong shrugged, looked at the water stains on the ground and frowned, "How about you go back, I'm here."
Sun Xiaowei's restaurant has many tables placed in the open-air courtyard.
Although there is an awning, diners will definitely not be able to use it in such horrible weather, so they took the initiative to cancel some reservations.
Seeing how embarrassed Zhang Wentao was, Sun Xiaowei had made a similar suggestion at the door just now.
"No, if you're not busy tonight, let's cook the dishes on the new menu, just to get familiar with it."
Zhang Wentao shook his head and put down the towel in his hand. After feeling that his hair was almost dry, he threw the towel directly into a bamboo cage, which also contained some dirty chef clothes and handcloths.
Every night, the linen washers would come and collect these things.
Shi Tiandong didn't say anything. He knew Zhang Wentao too well.
Regarding work arrangements, basically he already made plans in his mind once he said it.
It's hard to say anything.
Seeing the other party's insistence, he opened his cabinet, took out a pair of socks with packaging, handed them to Zhang Wentao and said: "Then put these on, you can't wear kitchen shoes with bare feet.
"
Zhang Wentao glanced at him, smiled and nodded.
Shi Tiandong also breathed a sigh of relief, but thinking that his friend had just passed away due to an accident, and that he had to meet someone because of this matter, he thought about it and said with concern: "I said, are you sure there is nothing wrong with you?"
question?
Zhang Wentao shook his head: "If you say you don't feel uncomfortable, that's a lie.
But how can I put it, it is not as uncomfortable as I thought. Death is like a lamp going out, and this is an eternal truth.
It’s not easy for this girl Gege, she will get over it.”
Shi Tiandong laughed and patted Zhang Wentao on the shoulder: "Look, this man is different after falling in love, and his mentality is much better. I have told you before, love is the soil that nourishes all things.
.”
Hearing the teasing tone in the other party's words, Zhang Wentao frowned.
He felt as if he had overlooked something when he went to follow him back, and this matter seemed to be quite important.
After a moment, he quickly took out his mobile phone from the cabinet, opened it, and called Xu Hongdou using WeChat.
Looking at the waiting screen on the screen, he couldn't help but frown.
No...my clothes are still hanging on the rooftop.
When the other party seemed to hang up, his tone was quite reluctant...
…
In room 5 of the small courtyard.
Xu Hongdou, who was sitting directly in front of the wardrobe on the wooden floor, let out a long breath.
It was raining outside, and she had nothing to do in her room. She didn't want to touch those "four corners" things and the other person's socks, but she couldn't help it in the end.
Not only did he fold every piece of clothing neatly, but he also carefully rolled up the "dirty items". The socks he collected were also rolled into balls in pairs.
Then through her own door, she saw that Room 5 was unlocked, so she carried the pile of clothes to Zhang Wentao's room.
I thought about letting him go and leaving.
After coming in, I opened the closet and discovered that the seemingly clean room actually contained a mystery.
It's like Zhang Wentao's wardrobe.
Although there were some clothes hanging on the hangers, most of them were bags of clothes brought back from the laundry room that had not even been opened. They were still in the bags and stuffed in the corner.
"Why does this guy have so many clothes?"
Seeing these bags in front of him, Xu Hongdou couldn't help but complain.
Zhang Wentao carried a hiking bag when he first came here. He rarely goes shopping, and I don't know when this guy bought so many clothes.
Although the styles are very simple, they are just body-hugging and the like.
But it can't stand it much.
After tidying up, some tiny beads of sweat appeared on my skin that was already dry and cool after taking a shower.
Sitting on the ground, she wanted to rest for a while and go back to her room.
Suddenly I remembered that I was wearing the clothes I was wearing and would touch the sofa or something when I returned to my room.
He quickly sat up from the floor and walked to the sofa where Zhang Wentao usually spent his time to rest.
As soon as she touched the sofa, Xu Hongdou habitually leaned on the back of the sofa.
While thinking about how to deal with Zhang Wentao when he comes back, he looked at the things on the table in front of the sofa.
A notebook, a pen, and a stack of printed information are neatly stacked next to the notebook.
"Is this something from his job?"
Xu Hongdou came over curiously and took a look.
The information was all about the analysis of various domestic restaurants. After flipping through a few pages and taking a few glances, Xu Hongdou felt a little disappointed. They were all in French. Except for the photos above, she didn't know a single word.
So she turned her attention to the bulging notebook again.
"Do I want to watch it?"
The moment she stretched out her fingers to the book, a thought suddenly appeared in her mind, interrupting her movement.
Like a child who had done something wrong, she timidly withdrew her hand.
The hand was retracted, but curious eyes were still looking straight at the notebook. The bulging area on the notebook seemed to attract Xu Hongdou's attention.
She couldn't help but want to open it and see what was inside.
She swallowed, and then quietly stretched out her hand: "I just want to know more about him, and if he is placed here, he must be turned over frequently, so it must not be any secret."
"I'll just take a look."
Xu Hongdou convinced herself and opened her notebook.
Open it and take a look,
It’s a yellow smiley face button.
"Isn't this what I gave him as a gift?" Xu Hongdou muttered softly.
When she saw this thing, the little anxiety she felt just now dissipated.
There was also a joyful smile on his face.
She put the buckle away, brought the book to her eyes, leaned on the back of the sofa, and started reading casually.
"It turned out to be notes on recipes..."
On the pages of thick paper, some are written very sloppily, and some are written very carefully.
In some places, some schematic diagrams of plate placement are also drawn.
"I didn't expect that this guy could also draw."
Xu Hongdou seemed to have discovered some little secret of the other party, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
"This book is really good. I wonder where this guy bought it."
The tactile feel of the paper is obviously different from ordinary paper compared to the books you usually read. It doesn't look as white as printing paper, and you can feel some friction when you touch it...
"Hey, this paper seems to be the one he used when he wrote me an apology."
Thinking about it, Xu Hongdou closed the notebook, held it in front of her eyes with both hands, and pinched it. Sure enough, she found traces of a torn page. In addition, she also saw that there seemed to be a gap at the bottom of the notebook.
There seems to be something separating the last page from the outer cover of the book.
So she naturally opened the notebook again and posted a few photos on it...
There was also a paragraph written next to the photo, but the handwriting was different from Zhang Wentao's...
Xu Hongdou: "..."
Coding at home.
I slept so soundly yesterday!
Thank you for your blessings. Thank you!
In addition, I asked the editor about the listing, and he said: "It depends on the situation..."