Good Luck:Dear,Come

"Is this the shredded potato you cut?" Lin Xiaoqing smashed the plastic bag on his back, and suddenly it fell on his back.

"You cut me a hundred potatoes today." His eyes flashed, his voice was cold, and he was about to leave.

Lin Xiaoqing's mouth was flat, and he almost took off his shoes to smoke the back of his head. As a matter of fact, when she raised her fist to the back of his head, he suddenly stopped, suddenly turned back, and his Warcraft eyes flashed.

Stab her for a while, Emma. Are you paralyzing me or something? What are you doing with your skills, you psycho!

"Waste! Rubbish After a long time, he finally lost in Lin Xiaoqing's rigid smile. He sighed, but shook his head and left indignantly.

From the beginning to the end, I've never seen a single look at Shuihu.

In the rest room, shuihuyangping, inclined his eyes and biting his lips, his tears turned straight.

As soon as Lin Xiaoqing looked back, she saw that she was so wronged that she wanted to cry. She quickly raised her hand: "he came here specially to scold me! It's not scolding you, it's not special treatment! "

She is also very aggrieved. These shredded potatoes are clearly the best batch she has cut these days. At home, Beichuan and her mother-in-law and even Xixi did not say a word about her, and they even praised her as if they were aliens. It's a pity that Liu Dongqiang is more and more critical. He has evolved from chopsticks to needles. What's his dissatisfaction 。

Now she began to understand that the life of upgrading from housewife to professional chef was so hard.

Shuihu Yangping didn't listen to her explanation, glared at her and ran out in anger.

"I am innocent! What's the matter with me? " Lin Xiaoqing wants to cry without tears.

In the afternoon, there were still people coming and going in the cooking laboratory, and everyone was in a hurry. Only Lin Xiaoqing, Liu Dongqiang's little apprentice, had a lot of free time. He was secretly practicing cutting shredded potatoes in the most humble corner with the largest kitchen knife.

Every knife she cut was extremely serious. She carefully raised the knife, raised it high and then slowly dropped it. In this way, after cutting only ten potatoes, she was too tired to lift her wrist, and her heart was full of grief Whether it's the kitchen god or the chef, the work is not done by a woman like her. It's too hard! Beichuan is not willing to let her do this!

It's so easy for Liu Dongqiang to be called by the big boss, so she relaxed.

The hand holding the knife, shaking, shaking, shaking like Parkinson's.

"Miss Lin, the little boss wants to eat your plain noodles." He poked his head out of the door and waved to Lin Xiaoqing with a smile. It turned out that it was the servant of the little boss.

"Well? How about plain noodles Lin Xiaoqing came out from a small corner and looked at the servant in confusion.

"The little boss said that he always misses Miss Lin's plain noodles recently. It would be better if he rolled them this time!"

Ah? How dare you have special requirements? This dead guy is tired of living Wait, where's the rag? Where is the dishcloth?!

Lin Xiaoqing turned to look at the noodle pot and replied honestly, "I don't understand that hand rolling." She can only serve instant noodles, and occasionally she can make do with the fresh noodles bought from the supermarket. As for the high-end, high-grade, thankless and unknowable things, she never even thought about it.

"I can help you!" At this time, shuihuyangping inclined eyes, came over. He gave an elegant smile to the air at a 45 degree angle to the servant.

"Then I'll wait for your hands to roll out the plain noodles." The servant didn't say a word, so he stepped out of the door consciously, and joined the shadow outside.

"Thank you, miss milk tea!" Lin Xiaoqing helped his forehead with a smile, "so you can not only make milk tea?"

"Don't mention milk tea, OK?" "I'm afraid you've lost your cousin's face," he snorted coldly from under his nose She rolled up her sleeves, skillfully kneaded the dough, and began to roll it.

Her waist length hair swung with her kneading action, like the noble silk, bright with heavy texture.

Lin Xiaoqing looks at it enviously and touches her hair wrapped in her handkerchief. Since Emma came to this damned training camp, she hasn't taken care of her hair very much. Isn't it the same now?

After a while, a bowl of fragrant and hot hand rolled plain noodles was ready.

But Lin Xiaoqing always felt that something was missing Rags?

A servant smilingly took it over and gave a smile to Lin Xiaoqing: "Miss Lin, little boss, he asked you, what's the matter with chef Liu

Lin Xiaoqing's face turned black immediately. He shook his head dejectedly: "you can help me go back to the little boss, or you can go to another cook. Uncle Liu has an awkward temperament. I'm afraid I can't persuade him."

The servant was stunned and answered her gently: "Miss Lin, can scallion and garlic be compared?"

"Aren't they all plants?"

"Miss Lin, you're joking. You know that's not what I mean."Oh, is it a literal metaphor? Well, of course not spicy, Lin Xiaoqing shook his head reflexively.

"That's right. If you can't persuade chef Liu, it's estimated that the little boss will continue to invite him in various ways. I'm afraid miss Lin will suffer at that time." The servant looked at Lin Xiaoqing unfathomably.

It's the threat of Hongguo! These days, even the company of a training have been intimidated! What is the principle of heaven!

But then again, her weakness is too obvious, alas

"Lin Xiaoqing, you want to look back at him with cold eyes in his life

Hand rolled noodles are different from instant noodles, and the soaking time is shorter than instant noodles.

The servant was very dispassionate by her, so he was happy. Holding a bowl of noodles, he bowed his head and walked away.

Until he went a long way, Lin Xiaoqing took back her sight, rubbed her eyes, and complained: "come out to show up in public and mix with the society. As expected, it's better to use poker face!"

Forget it, or continue to cut potatoes, lest the milk tea east come back and collapse, she thought of Liu Dongqiang's cold smelly face, can't help but shiver all over, really don't know how to be hooked by his face in the last life, at that time, how much brain damage to think of this kind of face as cool? My husband is so much better!

A potato cut a cigarette time, barely regarded as toothpick standard, she picked up one, very intoxicated to see, and then put down, continue to cut.

"Lin Xiaoqing, classmate Lin, it's over!" In the same period, Zheng, a student of Wuhu Duanmen Hunan restaurant, came running from the door of the cooking laboratory.

Ah? Lin Xiaoqing raised his head, holding half a potato in his hand. Looking at his flustered appearance, he could not help shaking in his heart. What's the matter? Why is he so flustered?

"Classmate Lin, you picked out two long hair from your hand rolling noodles for the little boss. The little boss was very angry and said he would punish you severely." He gasped.

He didn't even have time to cover his mouth and marvel. He just sent chrysanthemum cake to the little boss. The servant who took over was chatting with him when he heard the sound of throwing chopsticks and tables inside.

He thought again and again that Lin Xiaoqing was famous. He had to curry favor with him. Once he knew the news that the little boss was angry, he would run to warn and add fuel to the story, hoping to make the situation more serious, which made intelligence extremely important.

"The little boss is very angry. It is said that he will sue the people below to the squatting Bureau before giving up!"

Ah? Lin Xiaoqing is stupid. It's too cruel. It's just two strands of hair. Is he going to jail just because of this bowl of hand rolled noodles? It's a tragedy caused by a bowl of hand rolled noodles.

Sure enough, a cigarette time, the servant holding the bowl of hand rolling noodles, with a smile on the face of the little boss to the laboratory to ask for help.

"Lin Xiaoqing, do you know what you have done wrong?" The servant stood behind the boss.

In fact, he didn't understand why his master condescended to come here. If the cook here did something wrong, he naturally asked him to go and ask for accountability. How could the boss come here by himself.

"I, what's the matter?" Lin Xiaoqing decides to play the role of ignorant girl, er Although she is the mother of a three-year-old child and song Beichuan's wife.

She looked back at Shuihu milk tea No, she's wringing her hands. It seems that her long hair has been wrapped up.

In fact, it is absolutely impossible that Lin Xiaoqing left those two long hair. The month before she came in for training, she cut her hair short and turned it into shoulder length.

Then, there is only one truth Lin Xiaoqing looked at shuihuyangping, who was so scared that she sighed and continued to ask, "little boss, is it that the taste of hand rolling noodles is not good?"

The little boss made a gesture and then put up his middle finger.

The servant behind him immediately approached Lin Xiaoqing with a bowl: "Miss Lin, you see, there are two hairs in your face!" He pointed out, very indignant.

Lin Xiaoqing smiles awkwardly and looks down at the bowl. As expected, there are two bright black hair floating in the chicken soup, which is not very obvious.

She looked at the little boss with a smile, rubbing her hands vigorously and at a loss.

How to deal with this matter in the restaurant outside? Of course, it's easy to do. The general restaurant manager will politely propose: let's change another meal? Or you can get rid of this bowl of noodles Unfortunately, this is not a fast food restaurant outside, and the boss is not an ordinary customer!

Then, there is only one solution.

"Xiaoqingqing, I had a mouthful of noodle soup, and now I have a dull pain in my abdomen! I don't know if it's because of that hair! " While he said, he hit the wall with his head, but his face was still smiling, "you say, what should I do with this bowl of noodles?"