Chapter 88 No matter how good the chef is, can he beat the boss?
Chapter 88 No matter how great the chef is, can he be as good as the boss? (Please give me monthly votes and recommendation votes)
Author: Lao Tuo
Chapter 88 No matter how great the chef is, can he be as good as the boss? (Please give me monthly votes and recommendation votes)
It was already 11 o'clock at night when he returned to the courtyard. Zhang Wentao thought that everyone in the courtyard had already rested, but he didn't expect Damai and Hu Youyu to still be sitting in the restaurant waiting for him.
He originally wanted to leave the dinner to Shi Tiandong today.
But later, because I was teaching Xie Liang in the bakery, too much meal preparation time was wasted, and in the end I had to stay and finish the dinner with everyone.
After closing the door of the small courtyard, carrying the clean clothes and desserts he brought back, Zhang Wentao strolled to the restaurant and asked in a low voice: "Why are you two here? Damai, you don't want to write anymore?"
"Well, Brother Wen Tao, I'm just..." Damai was always surprised to see Zhang Wentao come back, and it only took a moment for her to feel depressed, because she noticed that the other person's expression was more tired than yesterday.
Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Hu Youyu: "Damai just found your information from the Internet. She cried in the afternoon, and then she wanted to comfort you at night."
"So that's what it is." Zhang Wentao smiled slightly and put the clothes bag on the ground. He thought it was because Damai couldn't write anything, so he cried anxiously.
Now that he knew the reason, he relaxed, took out the cake, put it on the table, and said, "I said your eyes look like dead fish eyes."
"You're so smart, how did you think of it?"
"Brother Wen Tao!" Damai glared at Hu Youyu with a straight face, and then said: "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this matter. And... and I won't get between you and Sister Hongdou anymore.
It’s all about that.”
"I thought you would have a good love when you first met Sister Hongdou, but I found out that it was not the case."
"It's all in the past. Don't worry, I'm not as fragile as you think." Zhang Wentao said with a smile, took out a fork and divided it between the two of them: "Come on, let's make the tiramisu tonight."
Sometimes people are like this. The more they think about something that causes them pain, the easier it is to feel sad.
But as time goes by, the number of misses becomes less and less. I only think of certain people, certain things, and certain things inadvertently, but the painful feeling becomes more intense.
Damai took the cake and fork from Zhang Wentao. Seeing that the other party didn't pay special attention, he smiled and said "thank you" to Zhang Wentao.
"By the way, Damai, I found a job for you. Do you want to try it?"
Zhang Wentao asked after taking a bite of the cake he made.
"Ah, give it to me?"
"Well, yes, Sun Xiaowei wants to do some promotion, writing. I want you to try it, and you will be paid."
Da Mai showed a hint of joy, but immediately became depressed again, and said softly: "Besides writing novels, I may not be able to do anything else well. I will embarrass you when the time comes, so I might as well forget it."
"How will you know if you don't try."
"that is."
Hu Youyu, who had not spoken much, also said: "Although I don't know how well you write, it shouldn't be difficult for you to promote soft articles."
"Brother Hu, I will go with you when the time comes."
After saying that, Hu Youyu patted his chest, trying to prove that he was a very reliable man.
As a result, he was given a blank look by Zhang Wentao opposite him.
This made him very unhappy: "No, Damai is your sister, can't she be my sister?"
…
Back in his room, Zhang Wentao sat on the sofa, took the laptop on the table and opened it. As the screen lit up, he took a sip of the iced coffee he brought upstairs, and then entered his password for the computer.
The operation speed is very fast, and it only takes a second or two to enter the operation interface.
After habitually clicking on his mailbox, Zhang Wentao checked the emails he had received in the past two or three days. Some were in English, French, and Chinese.
While deleting some boring VIP membership emails, an email suddenly caught his eye.
Then clicked in.
After a general glance, it turned out that the other party did not have his own mobile phone or WeChat contact information, so he wanted to communicate with me in advance through email.
Usually when seeing this kind of email, Zhang Wentao would just reply casually.
After all, he has no plans to stay in the country and develop.
However, although his willingness to stay is not very strong now, some things noted by the person who sent this email made him think for a moment and choose to send his contact information to the other party.
As if waiting for the email in front of the computer, the other party quickly called the phone number sent by Zhang Wentao.
Looking at the call on his hand, Zhang Wentao chose to answer the call after a moment: "Hello, Zhang Wentao."
"Hello, Mr. Zhang. I have taken the liberty to disturb you so late. I didn't expect you to have rested."
"Well, what's the matter?"
"This is Mr. Zhang. In fact, we have met him before, in France...
…
It is not a secret in Yunmiao Village that any parent without evidence is short-lived.
And the rumors with clues spread even faster in this small village and town where they are related by relatives. I don’t know who started it first. Various rumors about Xu Hongdou and Xie Zhiyao spread in just a few days.
, it becomes more and more intense.
Various versions have become a topic of discussion before and after meals in the small village.
"This matter has been spread throughout our village. It is said that the two of them were in the woods by the river. What?"
Aunt Feng shook her head: "What you did behind closed doors at home is still happening outside? I don't think Manager Xu is that kind of person. It's not like, who knows for sure who spread the word about this."
Aunt Baoping also frowned, thought for a while and said, "If you say so, it is possible. On Hongdou's first day in our village, I saw her having dinner with Xie Zhiyao's house."
"At that time, I was wondering why the guests from the small courtyard came to his house. It seemed that they really came for Ayao."
After swearing, Aunt Baoping suddenly thought of something, and suddenly waved her hand and said: "No, no, I see that Hongdou is very close to a male tenant in their small courtyard. That man is quite good."
He is capable, and now A Liang is working under him, in a restaurant in the town."
"Have the ability? How can Ayao have the ability?" Aunt Feng said: "I know the man you are talking about, he is a chef, ah, he is indeed good-looking. But our Ayao is a big boss, so this chef
No matter how powerful he is, he is just a part-time worker."
"What Aunt Feng said, then isn't my champion also a chef and his own boss?" Champion's mother was a little dissatisfied.
"That's different. The champion does it for himself." Aunt Baoping relieved Aunt Feng and said with a smile: "But I heard from my Xiaochun that the chef seems to be quite capable. I heard that you need to make a reservation for meals."
"Ahem, no, when we were talking about Hongdou and Ayao, why did it end up involving the chef?"
Don't push too hard, my fingers hurt from writing.
Moreover, I am particularly worried that my writing is not good, after all, so many people are reading it.
The basic outline of the story is already there. In fact, the first foreshadowing of the novel has already been written: Zhang Wentao’s master and Mr. Huailan; the second foreshadowing has been emphasized repeatedly; the third one is just for you to guess.
in the song.
Basically, after the three foreshadowings are written, the emotional lines between the male and female protagonists are fully opened.
The recent chapters will be mixed with Shaohua Bookstore to review the previous plots. The timeline in some places will be misappropriated, but I will try my best to arrange it as reasonably as possible.