No trace of espionage

Chapter 342 Ambiguous Chef
The Ye Mingzhu was stolen the night before, and a stranger came the next day. It is impossible for the thief not to be vigilant.

In this sense, as long as anyone inquires about Lin Chuang's origin, he may be a thief.

If he wanted to investigate the thieves, he couldn't let the thieves be too wary of him.

Bai Xiaoling is the most suspicious person, so of course he has to be on guard.

Therefore, seeing that Bai Xiaoling seemed to believe her own story, Lin Chuang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Lin, I didn't expect such an educated person like you to have sad things." Bai Xiaoling wiped away tears.

"Miss Bai, you must keep it a secret. If your husband and wife find out, they will say that my motives are impure." Lin Chuang urged nervously.

"Don't worry, I won't talk nonsense for that poor Miss Wu. Well, let's not talk anymore. Since my wife asked me to take you to familiarize myself with the head, there is still one you haven't seen before. I will take you to see it." See you." Bai Xiaoling said.

"It's time to work." Lin Chuang said.

The two got up and went to the kitchen.

After entering the kitchen, Bai Xiaoling yelled, "Changhua, are you busy?"

Lin Chuang saw that chef Zhou Changhua was choosing dishes with his back to the door, and when he heard Bai Xiaoling's voice, he quickly put down the dishes in his hand, stood up and said with a smile: "Xiaoling, you are here."

Lin Chuang saw that Zhou Changhua's image completely subverted his perception of chefs.

In his mind, most chefs have big faces and thick necks, and their faces are always shiny, as if they have been rubbing their faces with vegetable oil all day long.

And Zhou Changhua's face is not big, his neck is not thick, his face is not greasy, his facial features are not very handsome, but they are extremely attractive.

He is slender, 1.7 meters tall, about the same height as himself, and very young, more than 20 years old, looks younger than himself.

Lin Chuangxin said: "It seems that the two are very familiar, and they don't even use their surnames when they call each other."

"Changhua, let me introduce you. This is a new teacher named 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, 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 if there is soil? Isn't it just a matter of a handful of water?" Lin Chuang smiled without retracting his hand.

"Then, it's better to be respectful than obedient. Mr. Lin, hello." Zhou Changhua saw Lin Chuang insisted, took his hand from behind, and held Lin Chuang's hand together.

"Knows how to speak, and uses words appropriately. It seems that Zhou Changhua has some ink in his stomach." Lin Chuang said secretly.

"Mr. Lin, wash your hands quickly." Zhou Changhua let go of his hands and pointed to the vegetable sink by the door.

"Okay, I'll wash my hands and help you choose vegetables." Lin Chuang couldn't say that his hands were soiled, it was like disgusting people, so he found a reason for choosing vegetables.

Talking like this makes me feel comfortable.

"No, how can Mr. Lin be needed for this kind of rough work?" Zhou Changhua was also very knowledgeable, knowing that Lin Chuang's talk about choosing dishes was just polite words.

Lin Chuang took off his watch, turned around and put it on the stove, and then washed his hands.

Bai Xiaoling handed over the towel, and Lin Chuang took it to dry it off, and put on the watch again.

"What are you cooking for lunch, Master Zhou?" Lin Chuang asked.

"My wife ordered me to make spicy chicken yesterday. The third sister went to buy local chicken, and the chicken that is freshly killed is delicious." Zhou Changhua replied.

As if thinking of something again, he asked, "Where is Mr. Lin from? Are you used to spicy food? We are all from Hunan in this hospital, and all the dishes I cook are full of spicy flavor."

"I'm from Shandong. It's okay to eat spicy food, but it's only limited to 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 kinds of utensils were very clean and arranged in an orderly manner.

The washed vegetables, such as cucumbers and celery, are all drained and put on the grate, which is very clean.

There is also a row of eggs behind the chopping board.

It is only said to be in a row because the eggs are not placed randomly, they are placed on egg trays made of cartons.

The egg tray is homemade. The carton is dug into holes the size of eggs, and the eggs are put in one by one. It is practical and beautiful.

"It seems that Zhou Changhua is really a chef. What a clever idea, he even thought of using cardboard boxes to make egg trays." Lin Chuang praised secretly.

"How about this, Master Zhou, you eat chicken, and I can't leave the chicken, so just scramble an egg for me, or fry celery with the egg. In short, I have to touch the side of the chicken, don't you think?" Lin Chuang said with a smile.

"Hahaha……."

"Giggle..."

Zhou Changhua and Bai Xiaoling were amused by Lin Chuang's words.

The two smiled and looked at each other.

"Is there adultery?"

Just this one glance made Lin Chuang see the ambiguity.

Lin Chuang couldn't help being confused: "What's going on? The eyes of the two are not pure. Could it be that Bai Xiaoling has an affair with Zhu Daoshan, but with this handsome young chef? Why are you so messed up?"

"Mr. Lin, I know it. Don't worry. I know the habits of Shandong people. Your food will never be a little spicy. At noon, I will scramble eggs and celery for you. I will take a cucumber and bring you a head." Garlic. Do you think it will work?" Zhou Changhua said.

"Look at you!"

Before Lin Chuang could answer, Bai Xiaoling spoke first.

She slapped Zhou Changhua lightly, rolled her eyes at him, and said angrily, "Mr. Lin wants to teach the young master, how can he have a garlic smell all over his face?"

"Xiaoling is right, I was negligent." Zhou Changhua glanced at Bai Xiaoling with a smile, leaned against her body with his arm, and said, "You are still smart."

The two showed their affection in front of Lin Chuang, which made Lin Chuang, who didn't know the details, feel embarrassed and disgusted, and said quickly: "I'm going to the back garden for a stroll, you are busy."

After speaking, he ran away.

Lin Chuang entered the back garden through the west corner gate, and when he saw the scenery in the garden, his eyes lit up immediately, and the unhappiness brought to Lin Chuang by the scene just now dissipated all of a sudden.

The garden is huge, bigger than the whole front yard.

An octagonal pavilion is built in the middle. Before 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, flowers grow all over.

Lin Chuang saw that although these flowers were divided into four colors, white, yellow, purple, and red, they seemed to be of the same species, and they were all the same size as chrysanthemums.

Like chrysanthemums, but definitely not chrysanthemums.

Lin Chuang went all the way to admire the flowers and came to the small pavilion. He saw two kinds of fishes, red and green, swimming in the pond. It was really beautiful.

He didn't come to admire the flowers, but to look for Zhong Qinghe.

But there was no sign of Zhong Qinghe.

I saw him enter the garden just now, where did he go?
Lin Chuang looked at the row of bungalows behind the pavilion, and thought: "What is this for? Is Zhong Qinghe in there?"

(End of this chapter)