Although there are many types of meals, with the arrangement of three people and six hands, they are all finished quickly.
The waiter glanced at the people around him, then at Zhang Qingjiu, who was frowning at the table, and touched his nose, "Sir, there is a dish here that is unique to our store, and when you eat it,
, you need someone to wait on you, one of us can stay here to help you..."
"Let's go over there." Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes.
"Ah?" The waiter obviously didn't expect that the other party would reply to him like this. He suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of disbelief.
At the same time, the eyes of another waiter beside him flashed, that is, the one who the lead waiter said he wanted to stay.
"Why, no?" Zhang Qingjiu sneered, with so many dishes, does Chu Lan, a bitch, plan to feed pigs?
"Sir, if this dish is taken away, I will not be able to keep my job today. I have an old man, a young man, and a pig at home, but they are all waiting for me to feed them." The leader knelt down with a pop.
All he had to do was hold Zhang Qingjiu's thigh and burst into tears.
Zhang Qingjiu frowned fiercely and twitched the corners of his mouth, "Then let's work on this dish first, and then go out."
After they went out, she had to quickly lock the door to prevent Chu Lan, a bitch, from taking advantage of the situation.
"Okay, okay!" As soon as the waiter heard this, he immediately got up with a smile on his face, said "ok" three times quickly, greeted another person, and turned around and left.
The speed is called fast.
As for the people who stayed behind, they walked over to Zhang Qingjiu.
I saw him frowning and lowering his head, wearing a clean waiter's uniform, "Madam, I will serve you."
Zhang Qingjiu suddenly raised his head and looked at the waiter.
When I saw his ordinary face, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
She was scared to death. When the waiter called her madam just now, she thought he was a bitch...
"You don't have to call me madam, just call me the guest officer like the others just now." Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes, "What kind of dish did you just say? Just tell me how to make it, and I'll let her do it.
"
She was not that interested in having such a strange man serve her dinner.
Hearing what Zhang Qingjiu said, the waiter's eyes lit up at first, then dimmed immediately, and finally nodded gently, "Yes."
And when the waiter at the shop pointed out this so-called "special dish", Zhang Qingjiu almost spit out the tea he just drank.
Isn’t this just ramen?
What he just said was that he wanted to perform "drawing notes" for himself on the spot, right?
This job... maybe it would be okay if Purple Butterfly was here, but Skylark might really not be able to do it.
But the words he spoke were like water being thrown away. Zhang Qingjiu could only half-cover his forehead and watch the two people's performance through the gaps between his fingers.
The waiter in the shop is more skillful in giving each instruction.
Skylark gets more difficult each time.
"Knead the dough."
"Into sections."
"Rub strips."
"Pull the string."
…
Zhang Qingjiu watched Yunque purse his lips at first, then gritted his teeth, and finally frowned...
She wanted to take two more steps. Maybe the second person in the room who would cry today would be Yunque who once told her that "women don't shed tears easily."
Fortunately, we have almost reached the last step.
"Finally, shake it in a circle and make it the thickness of a silk thread, then you can drop it into the pot." The waiter squinted his eyes and looked at Yunque, who was already unable to resist, "If it doesn't work, this guest will still let me...
"
"Forget it, Yunque, let him do it." Zhang Qingjiu also nodded.
"No!" Unexpectedly, this time, what he got was a direct rejection from Yunque.
Looking at the face as thick as a hemp rope in her hand, a hint of stubbornness flashed in her eyes. She didn't believe that such a gadget could stop her!
However, the result of the fact is...
Seeing Yunque throwing the noodles into the air and wrapping them around his neck, Zhang Qingjiu couldn't hold back after all and burst out laughing.
Skylark gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with sadness and anger, and pretended to tear off the noodles from his body.
"It's okay, it's okay, I'm here to help you." Zhang Qingjiu couldn't bear to look directly at him. He felt that watching the show from the side was too much, so he got up and went over.
Skylark frowned, looked at her master who was walking towards her, then looked at the man who was covered in flour, and subconsciously wanted to take a picture.
"Don't!"
Two voices sounded at the same time, but neither could stop Skylark's movement.
As a result, the three people saw at the same time that the room was filled with white flour.
Zhang Qingjiu inhaled a lot of flour in one gulp and wanted to close his eyes, but was a step too late.
From his nose to his eyes to his mouth, Zhang Qingjiu couldn't help but cough.
"Master!" Yunque was worried and wanted to step forward, but he couldn't see clearly.
In the past, Zhang Qingjiu wouldn't have worried about such a small scene, but now that her four-month-old baby was in her belly, she still didn't dare to move too much, so she had to stand still and try her best to wave the flour with her hands.
At this moment, a figure rushed over and picked the person up.
"You!" A familiar breath came to his face, and Zhang Qingjiu suddenly realized, "Chu Lan, you are such a bitch, you are pretending to be a waiter!"
"Don't talk yet." Seeing the man in his arms scolding himself even if he sucked in a few more mouthfuls of flour, Chu Lan's eyes became more helpless, "I'll take you out first."
"I don't...wu." What responded to her was Chu Lan's action of gently burying her face into his chest, and his steady and vigorous steps.
At that time, some figures could already be seen in the room.
Yunque, who had noticed Zhang Qingjiu being picked up a moment ago, was now staring blankly at the figure walking away.
The waiter who taught her how to make noodles just now was His Highness the Crown Prince?
It’s so off the mark!
The moment Chu Lan turned around and carried him into his room, Zhang Qingjiu just wanted to curse.
"We'll talk about it later. Let's get the flour out of our eyes first." Chu Lan looked at the frowning person in her arms, with a flash of distress in her eyes.
Zhang Qingjiu ground his back molars and gritted his teeth loudly.
When Chu Lan gently wiped his eyes and cheeks with the moistened handkerchief, Zhang Qingjiu felt better.
It's just that for a while, I still couldn't open my eyes.
"Open your mouth." Chu Lan said.
Zhang Qingjiu thought he was asking him to drink tea to rinse his mouth, so he immediately opened his mouth slightly.
However, what she didn't expect was that what was brought to her mouth was not a teacup, but a finger wrapped in silk...
Zhang Qingjiu's face suddenly turned red. He didn't care that he couldn't see clearly and pushed Chu Lan away. "What do you want to do, bitch?"
"I want to get the flour out of your mouth." Chu Lan's voice seemed a little aggrieved, "Ajiu, what are you thinking about?"
…
Zhang Qingjiu suppressed the racing emotions in his heart and said, "Just rinse your mouth with tea. What you just did was..."
Zhang Qingjiu didn't finish this sentence completely, it was really hard to say.
Now, she is not as thick-skinned as a dog man.
Chu Lan didn't immediately rush, but after a long while, she muttered in a low voice as if she had been greatly frustrated.
"Ajiu is not here, so there is no tea in my room."