186. Chapter 186 The price of saying the wrong thing (seeking monthly ticket
186. Chapter 186 The price of saying the wrong thing (please vote for me, please vote for recommendations)
Author: Lao Tuo
Chapter 186 The price of saying the wrong thing (please vote for me, please vote for recommendations)
Hu Youyu left.
He walked up the stairs slowly, carried his guitar downstairs and walked out of the small courtyard. In the kitchen, Xu Hongdou was staring at Zhang Wentao who was washing dishes. She became angry when she saw his behavior.
But, what can be done.
If his own woman doesn't love him, she won't let him have sex with her.
What can he say to this greasy man who bullies others with no shame...
After Hu Youyu walked out of the courtyard, he breathed a sigh of relief. He really didn't expect Zhang Wentao, a pretentious guy, to be pretentious even when washing dishes.
Fortunately, someone took care of him.
Xu Hongdou also noticed the displeasure on Zhang Wentao's face, and said softly: "You said that for a person of your age, you just wash dishes. Don't you feel that you are childish, ha?"
Zhang Wentao's mouth twitched, what does childishness mean? This is a matter of principle!
The cook can wash the pots, but he must not wash the dishes!
Just as he was about to argue, Xu Hongdou handed another dirty plate over and said, "Hurry up and wash it. After washing, I will take the computer to your room. After watching the variety show, let's take a rest early."
You need to go to bed early, do you hear me?"
Zhang Wentao was dumbfounded and asked in astonishment: "You want to come to my house?"
Xu Hongdou nodded, indicating that the other party heard correctly. She had already made a plan when they were chatting and looking at photos.
In addition to relying on her watch to supervise, she felt it was necessary to take action herself.
"Then I'll go and prepare the milk first." Zhang Wentao responded, and he was so happy that he quickly speeded up his hands.
Variety show?
I'm not interested in seeing a chef opening a restaurant with a bunch of celebrities. What's there to see?
But Xu Hongdou was actually willing to come to her room to watch variety shows together.
Zhang Wentao was secretly happy when he thought about it.
Although you know that the other person will definitely not stay in your room at night, your willingness to come over shows that your relationship is growing and deepening.
Many things fall into place in the end.
When Xu Hongdou saw the other party, his expression immediately changed from a reluctant expression to one of elation and excitement. He only relied on his own words.
After looking at him with smiling eyes for a few seconds, he said "childish" and walked to the restaurant.
After a while, she came over with milk.
Fill the small pot with milk and heat it on the fire. At the same time, I took two cups, squeezed some honey into it, and stood aside carefully waiting for the milk to boil.
In a moment, she went up to the house first with two glasses of milk.
Zhang Wentao, who was thrown into the kitchen, was still washing the dishes diligently.
He washed the bowls today with extra care and seriousness, fearing that when Xu Hongdou came down to inspect them, he would not be dissatisfied at all.
What happened to the cook washing dishes?
The cook not only knows how to wash the dishes, but also makes them extremely clean.
After appreciating the fruits of his labor, Zhang Wentao wiped his hands with kitchen paper.
I carefully checked the kitchen and dining room inside and out, and went up to the second floor with a smile on my face.
Xu Hongdou was already waiting for him in his room as promised.
The sofa in House No. 5 is not as big as that in House No. 6. If two people sit down together, it will be a bit narrow.
It was the first time for Zhang Wentao to watch a program together on this sofa, and he felt a little uncomfortable.
Because when he is alone, he usually lies down.
But now, I can only hold the hot milk in a polite manner, drink it, and watch boring variety shows with Xu Hongdou, who is wrapped tightly in a shawl.
Xu Hongdou looked at it quietly and interestingly, and she would cover her mouth and laugh when she saw something interesting.
But Zhang Wentao didn't find it interesting at all.
How can a kitchen person in charge listen to the store manager in a restaurant?
What's more, the male store manager is still a layman.
Even if you are a celebrity invited by a variety show, the chef should have the final say on what to do in the kitchen, and you only need to cooperate with the kitchen.
With this thought in mind, whenever he saw the store manager or other star clerks competing with the chefs who came to help out.
Zhang Wentao couldn't help but roll his eyes.
Whether it's in his restaurant in France or now Sun Xiaowei's store.
If a waiter had spoken to the chef like this, he would have been thrown out by the collar.
This inherent conceptual understanding is not because he looks down on the work of the waiter in front of him.
Rather, it is the knowledge brought about by long-term work.
In foreign countries, the chefs of many restaurants are the owners of the restaurants.
Michelin restaurants are also extremely common.
In addition, the circle he hangs out in is completely different from the domestic employment system.
So when he sees familiar things, he subjectively relies on his own experience to judge right from wrong.
This makes it difficult for him to calm down and enjoy the variety show in front of him.
After watching the variety show that made Zhang Wentao's balls hurt, Xu Hongdou also started to feel sleepy.
She let out a reserved breath, leaned on Zhang Wentao's shoulder with a calm face, and asked, "When are you going to rest today?"
Zhang Wentao looked at his watch and saw that it was not even 10 o'clock, so he thought about it and replied: "How about 11 o'clock?"
"Okay, then I'll stay with you for a while." Xu Hongdou murmured.
Zhang Wentao thought for a while, took his computer and put it on his lap. While opening it, he said calmly: "Then I'll quickly see what emails I have to reply to today."
"Do you have to answer emails every day?"
"uncertain."
In front of Xu Hongdou, Zhang Wentao entered his power-on password without any hesitation.
His power-on password is his birthday, or basically all his passwords are related to his birthday.
"You are really naive, the password is so simple."
Xu Hongdou, who had seen Zhang Wentao's passport and ID, only noticed this small detail after paying a little attention.
Zhang Wentao, who was laughed at by the other party, said sarcastically: "There's nothing I can do about it. I'm too old to remember numbers that are too complicated."
After saying that, he glanced at his mailbox. After discovering that there were all kinds of VIP promotional emails, he closed the computer and put it aside.
Xu Hongdou took advantage of this gap to pick up his mobile phone and browse hot searches on Weibo.
After the two of them stayed together for a while, Xu Hongdou breathed a second sigh of relief.
Zhang Wentao pressed the softness on his shoulders, turned sideways and gently hugged the other person into his arms.
He kissed the other person gently on the cheek, then leaned into the other person's ear.
Xu Hongdou looked at the other party in surprise, and suddenly felt a little nervous, especially because of the heat waves that slightly penetrated her hair and ran into her ears, making her cheeks feel a little hot.
She didn't expect that the other party would launch such a surprise attack.
Although the two have had many close interactions,...
She remained awake and wanted to push the other person away reservedly when she heard the other person's deep voice in her ears.
"How about we go to bed early, okay?"
Xu Hongdou: "..."
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The next day, it was just dawning in the morning.
Zhang Wentao, who went to bed early last night, stretched and breathed, then went downstairs to the kitchen.
The appearance of a figure startled him.
Da Mai, with his messy hair and sleepy eyes, walked around the kitchen and dining room without turning on the light.
"Why are you here?"
The two looked at each other across the kitchen terrace, and then asked in unison their doubts.
Unlike Zhang Wentao who had a hint of surprise in his doubts, Damai was pure doubts.
She had recently observed that since Zhang Wentao went running with Sister Hongdou, he basically waited for the sun to come out before getting out of the house.
Moreover, sometimes when he goes downstairs, Sister Hongdou is already sitting in the kitchen with coffee waiting for him.
"I came back last afternoon and slept all the time, and then went to bed again after dinner. I woke up at around 3 o'clock this morning and couldn't fall asleep, so I started writing a manuscript."
Damai muttered a lot without even raising his eyelids.
I don't know if I'm sleepy or just plain lack of energy.
"Then why don't you turn on the light?"
Zhang Wentao walked into the restaurant, turned on the light, and asked.
"I just want to come down to find something to eat, heat up a glass of milk, and then go back." After Damai finished speaking, he shook the green dough balls and the bucket of milk in his hand:
"Brother Wen Tao, do you want to drink?"
"Please pour me a glass of ice."
"By the way, Brother Wen Tao, why did you get up so early today?"
"Make black rice with red beans as a supplement."
"Black-bone chicken? Bubu?" DaMai, who poured the milk, repeated, then looked at Zhang Wentao and asked in surprise: "Brother Wentao, are you and Sister Hongdou..."
"No...you're overthinking it. It's black rice, not black chicken!" Zhang Wentao shook his head, stretched out his hand and looked at it again.
There are still two rows of clear tooth marks on it...
How good is this, just in case someone sees it at work...