Good Luck:Dear,Come

It means longevity is not rigid, but thousands of years ago, this technique of relying entirely on artificial has been lost. Until modern times, the length of noodles has greatly shrunk, which is not impossible. Anyway, as soon as the people's wisdom opened up, no one would care about the absurdity of longevity. But the biggest problem is that Lin Xiaoqing, a pig who used to fast food instant noodles in her last life, asked her to make plain noodles, which is not difficult The coefficient is 9.99, which is quite depressing.

From morning till night, she has been fighting against the same root Pick it up, cut it off, pick it up again, cut it off again.

She simply took advantage of no one around, pinched the broken noodles with her fingers, kneaded them, and then put them into the soup. In this way, one bowl at a time is so invincible that it can fly up and then fall to the ground Longevity noodles!

Although a little self deceptive idea, but she did not say, others also determined not to know that this long-lived noodles had been broken.

"Miss Lin, the little boss is impatient. He has already been there to urge the noodles!" The servant, holding the golden lunch box, stood at the door, looking inside one by one.

Lin Xiaoqing stretched out her hand and said with a smile, "Deng Deng Deng Fresh hot noodles, OK

She picked up the noodles skillfully. The maid who came with her immediately handed over a pair of chopsticks: "Miss Lin, please!"

Lin Xiaoqing was stunned. Looking around, Liu Dongqiang happened not to be in the cooking laboratory. She couldn't feel her head: "what are you doing?"

The servant said with a flattering smile, "this is a test food."

Lin Xiaoqing strange a strange: "not to the little boss his mother there just try food?" She remembered that only when she got to the master, she needed a bite.

"This is longevity noodles. Can I give you a spicy bite there? Can my wife eat it?" The servant kindly reminded.

Lin Xiaoqing thought about it and thought it was reasonable, so she picked up a piece of noodles and bit it. After confirming that it was all right, she carefully covered the golden lunch box.

The golden lunch box closed slowly, and the whole lunch box was extremely hot. The little maid held the lamp on a tray and walked in front of her.

"Miss Lin, you can go with me. My wife said she would meet you." The servant squinted and quietly approached Lin Xiaoqing's ear. "Maybe there's a red envelope to reward you!"

What? Red envelopes? Reward?! Lin Xiaoqing's eyes were full of brilliance and immediately followed him.

When Liu Dongqiang came back, Lin Xiaoqing's position was empty.

"Lao Zheng, where's Lin Xiaoqing?" He turned around and frowned. It's this time. Everyone else in the cooking lab is busy preparing for the finals. Only Lin Xiaoqing is always distracted to do other things.

But it's her who can't afford to lose in the finals. If she goes on like this, she can't pass the finals with her current cooking skills.

Besides, two days later, at his home, Mr. Liu Dongqiang had already set up a grand banquet Oh, no, it's a fight with Shuihu Yangping for the throne of Liu's daughter-in-law. He told her that night, but because she was blindfolded by anger and focused on throwing flowerpots at him who fell into the pond, so

"brother Qiang, Miss Lin sent longevity noodles to his wife." Lao Zheng wiped the frostbite on his hand with pork skin, grinned, and replied very flatteringly.

Little boss's mother's birthday?

Why did you send Lin Xiaoqing to Shenma this year? In the past, the long-lived noodles were made and sent by special personnel, because in the cooking laboratory, these top ten newcomers are not qualified to make long-lived noodles for the boss's family.

What's more, Lin Xiaoqing, who is suffering from mental disorders, goes to the little boss's mother. If he makes any mistakes, how can he protect her from being kicked away? It's not that this has never happened.

She hasn't solved the problem of his daughter-in-law for him. Shuihu Yangping is not a vegetarian rabbit, so Don't make trouble, Lin Xiaoqing!

Thinking of this, Liu Dongqiang's eyes suddenly shrunk, suddenly lifted the chef's robe, turned around and rushed out. The speed was so fast that everyone could only see a flash of white shadow. The final impression was that the vegetables hanging on the door were knocked over, three cucumbers, three cucumbers, two eggplants and an egg!

As always, adhering to Liu Dongqiang's stuffy and stinky personality, he didn't pay attention to the feelings of those poor dishes, just as he learned that Lin Xiaoqing was terminally ill in his last life and then waved his hand to play missing.

The cold wind, piercing and chilly, blows on Liu Dongqiang's face, like a thin and sharp frost sadness, which penetrates into the bottom of his panic.

He ran so fast that all the maids who passed by were so surprised that they stared and stopped in a hurry.

Liu Dongqiang, who has always been dead, has such a fierce side. In a flash, they looked at him as if they saw Mengxin. They almost stopped him and watched him.

"Brother Qiang, the red rabbit horse can't run you! Why is black east equal to second-hand east? " Maid a worships infinite.

"Chef Liu, you used to like running. Do you like milk tea..." The maid B asked foolishly.

"Uncle Qiang, in your mind, I am more beautiful, or milk tea is more ugly!" This is what maid C said from the bottom of her heart.Because Liu Dongqiang doesn't have the face to run, even in the very cold winter, it's like a dumpling with good meat feeling in the frying pan, suddenly crackling This metaphor can't be seen, but I can't find a word in my head for a while, so it's a pity to forgive.

Since then, Liu Dongqiang has been the top four Scud of kapukong, and has also laid the foundation for the next day's service of chopping hands. Anyway, as the party concerned, at this moment, Liu Dongqiang can't feel any incentive at all. There is only a surging cold wind in his heart.

He ran and ran all the way. In winter, he had to sweat. Until he got to the building where the little boss lived, he saw Lin Xiaoqing standing side by side with the eldest son.

"Lin Xiaoqing, you..." He breathed a sigh of relief, rushed over and swallowed the word "asshole". He took Lin Xiaoqing's shoulder and looked left and right suspiciously. His hand was still shaking.

The eldest son stood beside him with his hands on his back. He couldn't help laughing.

"Brother Qiang, you like this..." The eldest son looked at him and at Lin Xiaoqing, who was very happy.

Liu Dongqiang's face immediately took a deep breath, and then let go of Lin Xiaoqing: "it's a beautiful day today, it's so nice!"

The eldest son was amused by his strange appearance, so he said with a smile: "uncle a Qiang, you're old, and Miss Lin is good. You can make everyone happy, and you can make a good face, but..."

"I don't want to!" Lin Xiaoqing snorted and said, "I have a husband and children. Please don't brush me, OK? Don't ignore me any more, OK? "

"No way!" The eldest son laughs awkwardly. He doesn't want to be beaten by Lin Xiaoqing, and he doesn't want to make Liu Dongqiang uncomfortable any more, so he goes ahead with his own knowledge.

Liu Dongqiang asked with a cold face: "who asked you to make a long birthday for little boss Jing's mother without permission? Don't you know that you, who don't even have the qualification to be a formal chef, have no right to do these things?"

Lin Xiaoqing looked at him innocently and said to him without looking up: "it was the little boss who asked me to cook a bowl of longevity noodles for him."

Liu Dongqiang frowned. He always felt that something was wrong. But his heart was blindfolded by Lin Xiaoqing. He could not help but feel guilty. He forced himself to be indifferent and said, "you idiot, you are just..."

Lin Xiaoqing was really angry. She raised her head and said, "what is it?" A pair of big eyes flickered at him. "You've got to make it clear!" She forced him to take the whole sentence.

Liu Dongqiang was surprised. Then he sighed and turned the topic again: "that bowl of noodles Is Mrs. Ning satisfied? Is there anything unexpected? "

Lin Xiaoqing thought about it and held out her hand. There was a crystal clear jade bracelet on her wrist. Under the sun, it seemed that there was flowing water in it. At a glance, she knew that it was not a treasure with ten yuan and three postal items on it. This NIMA is a kind of high-class suet jade.

"The little boss ate the whole lunch box of noodles and rewarded me with this. How about I'm good?" She breathed childishly at the bracelet and wiped it with her sleeve, thinking how much money she would get if she sold it.

Liu Dongqiang sighed: "Lin Xiaoqing, you'd better leave kapukong, just for your husband's sake, your family and yourself, just as For me. " The last few words were so light that only he could hear them. Although it was not the first time that he persuaded her to leave, it was the first time that he talked so hard and so abstruse.

Lin Xiaoqing was surprised: "chief, did you take the wrong medicine or did I do the wrong thing again?"

"You're doing well, but I hope you can get out of here and help your husband. Isn't he ill?" How does song Beichuan have nothing to do with him? He wants this man to die best. Of course, he can't say that in front of Lin Xiaoqing's face. He said that with a smile that he thought was gentle.

"I won the championship before I leave," Lin Xiaoqing looked at him for a while. After a long time, she came back to her senses and said suddenly, "Mr. Liu Daxian, the eldest son boasted that the golden lunch box is beautiful, but I don't think that flower is beautiful."

Liu Dongqiang's eyes flashed a lump of disappointment, then faintly back to her: "some things, beautiful in its value, you don't understand, you don't need to understand, as long as you know, what you always want to do, in kapukong this place, I advise you to read more and talk less."

He no longer mentioned the words that let Lin Xiaoqing quit the race and run away. Looking at the sky, he sighed and walked ahead without saying a word. But my heart is like thousands of grass mud horses around him.