The night pearl was stolen the night before, and a stranger came the next day. It was impossible for the thief not to be alert.
In this sense, anyone who inquires about Lin Chuang's origins is probably a thief.
If he wants to detect a thief, he cannot let the thief be too wary of him.
Bai Xiaoling is the most suspicious person, so of course he has to be careful.
Therefore, seeing that Bai Xiaoling seemed to believe his story, Lin Chuang finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mr. Lin, I didn't expect that a cultured person like you would be sad." Bai Xiaoling wiped away her tears and said.
"Miss Bai, you must keep it a secret. If the husband and wife find out, they will say that my motives are not pure." Lin Chuang warned nervously.
"Don't worry, for the sake of that miserable Miss Wu, I won't talk nonsense. Okay, no more chatting. Since my wife asked me to take you to familiarize yourself with the heads of people, there is another one you haven't seen yet. I will take you to see him.
See you there." Bai Xiaoling said.
"Thank you." Lin Chuang said.
The two of them got up and headed to the kitchen.
Entering the kitchen, Bai Xiaoling called out: "Changhua, are you busy?"
Lin Chuang saw that chef Zhou Changhua was choosing dishes with his back to the door. When he heard Bai Xiaoling's voice, he quickly put down the dishes in his hands, stood up and said with a smile: "Xiaoling, you are here."
When Lin Chuang took a look, Zhou Changhua's image completely subverted his understanding of chefs.
In his mind, most chefs have big faces and thick necks, and their faces are always shiny, as if they have been smearing their faces with vegetable oil all day long.
Zhou Changhua's face is not big, his neck is not thick, and his face is not greasy. His facial features are not very handsome, but they are extremely good-looking.
He is tall and slender, about 1.75 meters tall, about the same height as himself. He is also very young, in his twenties, and looks several years older than himself.
Lin Chuang thought to himself: "It seems that the two of them are very familiar. They don't even use their last names when calling them."
"Changhua, let me introduce you. This is the new teacher, whose surname is Lin." Bai Xiaoling said to Zhou Changhua with a smile.
Then he turned around and said to Lin Chuang: "Mr. Lin, this is chef Zhou Changhua."
"Hello, Master Zhou." Lin Chuang smiled and stretched out his hand.
"No, no, no, Mr. Lin, my hands are not clean, they are full of dirt..." Zhou Changhua looked at Lin Chuang's outstretched hand and stepped back awkwardly.
"What are you afraid of when there is soil? Isn't it just a matter of a handful of water?" Lin Chuang said with a smile without retracting his hand.
"Then, it's better to be respectful than to obey. Mr. Lin, hello." Seeing Lin Chuang's insistence, Zhou Changhua took his hand out from behind and held Lin Chuang's hand together.
"He knows how to speak words and uses them appropriately. It seems that Zhou Changhua has some ink in his belly." Lin Chuang thought to himself.
"Mr. Lin, wash your hands quickly." Zhou Changhua released his hands and pointed to the vegetable sink next to the door.
"Okay, I'll wash my hands and help you choose the vegetables." Lin Chuang couldn't say that his hands were stained with dirt, which was like being disgusted with others, so he found a reason to choose the vegetables.
Talking like this makes people feel comfortable.
"No, Mr. Lin is not needed for such rough work?" Zhou Changhua was also very knowledgeable and knew that what Lin Chuang said about choosing vegetables was just a polite way of saying it.
Lin Chuang took off his watch, turned around and put it on the stove, then washed his hands.
Bai Xiaoling handed over the towel, and Lin Chuang took it, dried it, and put the watch back on.
"What are you cooking for lunch, Master Zhou?" Lin Chuang asked.
"Yesterday, my wife ordered us to make spicy chicken. Third sister went to buy local chicken. Chicken that is freshly killed and cooked is delicious." Zhou Changhua replied.
As if remembering something again, he asked: "Where is Mr. Lin from? Are you used to spicy food? The people in our hospital are all from Hunan, and the dishes I cook are all very spicy."
"I'm from Shandong. I can eat spicy food, but only onions and garlic. I don't dare to eat your Hunan cuisine." Lin Chuang said quickly.
Lin Chuang glanced at the kitchen and saw that all the utensils were very clean and arranged in order.
Drain the washed vegetables, cucumbers, and celery and put them on the grate. They are very clean.
There is also a row of eggs behind the chopping board.
The reason why it is called a row is because the eggs are not placed randomly, but are placed on egg trays made of cartons.
The egg tray is homemade. The carton is dug into a hole the size of an egg and the eggs are put in one by one. It is both practical and beautiful.
"It seems that Zhou Changhua is really a chef. He is so clever that he thought of using cartons to make egg trays." Lin Chuang secretly praised.
"Well, Master Zhou, if you eat chicken, I can't leave the chicken. Just scramble an egg for me, or fry celery with eggs. In short, I have to dip the side of the chicken, don't you think?"
Lin Chuang said with a smile.
"Hahaha……."
"Kekeke..."
Zhou Changhua and Bai Xiaoling were amused by Lin Chuang's words.
The two laughed and looked at each other.
"Is there adultery?"
Just this glance made Lin Chuang aware of the ambiguity.
Lin Chuang couldn't help but feel confused: "What's going on? The look in their eyes is impure. Could it be that Bai Xiaoling is not having an affair with Zhu Daoshan, but with this young and handsome chef? Why is it so confusing?"
"Mr. Lin, I know it. Don't worry. I know the habits of you Shandong people. Your food will never be spicy. At noon, I will fry you a plate of eggs, stir-fry celery, pat a cucumber, and then bring you another one.
Garlic, do you think it will work?" Zhou Changhua said.
"Look at you!"
Before Lin Chuang could answer, Bai Xiaoling spoke first.
She lightly slapped Zhou Changhua, gave him a roll of eyes, and said angrily: "Mr. Lin wants to teach the young master, how can he do it when his face smells like garlic?"
"Xiaoling is right, I was negligent." Zhou Changhua glanced at Bai Xiaoling with a smile, leaned against her gently and affectionately with his arm, and said, "You are still smart."
The two showed affection in front of Lin Chuang, which made Lin Chuang, who didn't know the details, feel embarrassed and disgusted. He quickly said: "I'm going to hang out in the back garden, you guys are busy."
After saying that, he ran away.
Lin Chuang entered the back garden through the west corner gate. When he saw the scenery in the garden, his eyes suddenly lit up. The discomfort that the scene just now caused to Lin Chuang suddenly dissipated.
The garden is very large, larger than the entire front yard.
An octagonal pavilion was built in the middle. In front of the pavilion is a small pond, and behind the pavilion is a row of bungalows.
In front of the pond, green trees and bamboos are planted all over, and among the green plants, there are flowers.
Lin Chuang took a look and found that although these flowers were divided into four colors, white, yellow, purple, and red, they seemed to be of the same variety, and they were all the same size as chrysanthemums.
Like a chrysanthemum, but definitely not a chrysanthemum.
Lin Chuang came to the small pavilion while admiring flowers. He saw two kinds of fish, red and blue, swimming in the pond. It was really beautiful.
He didn't come to enjoy the flowers, he came to see Zhong Qinghe.
But there was no sign of Zhong Qinghe.
I clearly saw him entering the garden just now, where was he?
Lin Chuang looked at the row of bungalows behind the pavilion and thought: "What is this for? Is Zhong Qinghe inside?"