life pawn game

Chapter 82 Imported Cake
The kitchen is narrow and long, one side is the appliance area of ​​the freezer oven, and the other is the washing and cutting area of ​​the kitchen sink.

There is an induction cooker next to the washing and cutting area, which is used to make some simple meals.Like pasta.While selling to customers as a commodity, it is provided to employees as basic benefits.

Xia Qiu opened the door and came in, Yi Yue and the kitchen helper turned to look at him.

"I'll help." Xia Qiu said.

"How can you help, go to the waiting room and wait." Yi Yue said with a smile.

Seeing that there was no figure of her daughter behind Xia Qiu, she knew that girl didn't want to work.She sighed in her heart, can this little slacker's daughter really hold Qiuqiu's heart?
Only her mother can help.

When the two have children, she will be a nanny.

"Why can't I help you? Use me to try." Xia Qiu looked at another woman in the kitchen. This woman didn't know him, and she didn't know how to judge the situation. She was still in the kitchen.

"Then you can make lunch, I haven't eaten yet." Yi Yue deliberately made things difficult for Xia Qiu.

Xia Qiu, who was taken care of very well by her, had never done any housework except for washing the dishes occasionally, so how could she make lunch.

What she didn't expect was that Xia Qiu actually opened the refrigerator, squeezed away the kitchen helpers, skillfully cooked the noodles, scooped the noodles, poured oil, chopped garlic and onions, added minced beef and tomato sauce, arranged the dishes, added cheese shavings, and made A perfectly presented plate of pasta.

Although she has never made pasta, she watched the staff make it many times, and subconsciously memorized the steps in her heart. She compared the program in her memory, and she couldn't see any omissions.

After hastily finishing the parfait in hand, Yi Yue came to the kitchen counter.

Xia Qiu held a plate, rolled up a fork of noodles, and delivered them to her mouth. She slapped the boy's hand away, rolled up the noodles with a fork, and put them in her mouth.

Before the opening, when deciding on the taste of the meal, Yiyue ate all kinds of pasta, she is definitely qualified to comment.

The rating is perfect.

"How could you do this?" Yi Yue looked at Xia Qiu in surprise.

"I've seen how to do it on the Internet, and it's easy." Xia Qiu said.

Of course not, the simpler the meal, the more difficult it is to make it stand out. Xia Qiu used pawned cooking skills, and the owner of the cooking skills is said to be a very famous foreigner.

Xia Qiu's explanation, if you tell orthodox pastry chefs and chefs, they will never believe it, because they clearly know that beginners may be able to make meals without exercise, but they will definitely not be able to make perfect meals.

Yiyue is not orthodox, her dim sum skills were learned suddenly, and she can be regarded as a person. Since she can master the pastry method at once, it is completely acceptable for Xia Qiu to master the pasta method at once.

"Let's go." She held the pasta, unwilling to put down the lunch that Xia Qiu made for her for the first time, and asked Xia Qiu to get the parfait.

Going to the lounge, Yiyiyi cheered happily.

While eating parfaits, she leaned over to her mother and took a bite of pasta.

The slightly sour taste of the pasta made the girl frown, not liking it very much.

Xia Qiu fed Yiyiyi for a while, and was fed by Yiyiyi for a while, gave the rest of the parfait to her sister, got up and said to go to the store to have a look.

It was at noon when the number of guests was the most, the bell behind the door rang again and again, and guests came in wave after wave.

Fortunately, most of the customers just came to buy some cakes and did not dine in. Otherwise, there would be no room for this big shop.

He was going to ask Xi Siliu what was going on in the store recently, but he didn't expect to see Wen Nairong at the dining table facing the counter.

Under Xi Siliu's frustrated gaze, he sat in front of the little secretary.

"Why are you here?" He leaned on the back of the chair and asked.

"The boss is here to inspect, can my secretary not come?" The girl ate an ordinary tree stump cake, and there was still half of the cake left.

According to Xia Qiu's character, at this time, he should take the fork from the girl's hand and eat the girl's cake to bully her.But there are too many people here.Yiyue and Yiyiyi, who were in the lounge, might push the door out in the next second.

Xia Qiu didn't want to use his pawn ability in this situation unless necessary.

Wen Nairong loosened her grip on the handle of the fork. If Xia Qiu came to snatch the fork just now, she would definitely not be able to snatch it away the first time.

However, Xia Qiu didn't intend to grab it.She knew that Xia Qiu would not rob, because Yiyue and Yiyiyi were there.

She was a little lost, a little frustrated.

It's like a toy that has always been loved by little boys, but when he finds that he doesn't touch himself when he is with girls.

The boy's thoughts are obvious - "I'm afraid she will be jealous".

The more frustrated she was, the more she wanted to hide, Wen Nairong remained calm and continued to eat the tasteless cake in front of her.

Xia Qiu found something interesting at the moment and didn't pay attention to the girl's emotions.

During the time he sat down, there were two guests, a man and a woman, who packed dozens of cakes at once.

"What's the matter with that man?" Xia Qiu asked Wen Nairong, pointing at the woman who hadn't left yet.

"The company purchases afternoon tea." Wen Nairong deliberately only said superficial information.

Xia Qiu thought for a while and asked, "When did it start?"

Wen Nairong murmured in her heart.If you are asked to deal with the affairs of the club, you will say that you find it troublesome and don't want to think about it. When it comes to the woman's affairs, you will think quickly.

"The opening has just begun." She replied.

Xia Qiu touched his chin.Clearly, these people are trying to curry favor with the cafe.

The question is, how do these small companies that can make afternoon tea with just a few dozen small cakes know that cafes cannot be messed with?

After thinking about it for a while, Xia Qiu understood.

It must have been arranged by the considerate little secretary.

The king of hell is easy to hide, but little ghosts are difficult to deal with. It is not enough to reveal the background in front of those big groups, and these small groups must also take precautions.

The little secretary's intimidation was very effective. These few frightened small groups even regarded buying cakes as paying protection fees.

"Tell them not to order," Xia Qiu said.

There are too many orders, what should I do if Yiyue is tired?
Wen Nairong clearly understands the logic and warmth behind Xia Qiu's words.

She inserted a sharp, gleaming fork into the body of the tree stump cake and stirred it vigorously, causing the cake to fall apart.

Isn't there a lot going on at the club?Why don't you reduce my workload?

Xia Qiu finally turned his attention back to the little secretary after the stump cake's remonstrance.

Many young people, poisoned by third-rate love novels, think that the moment when they can best show their love and prove that they are loved is the jealous moment when the other party is full of anger and chest tightness.

They are proud of it, they feel joy, and arrogantly call the other's sorrow in this situation the sorrow of love.

Sadness is sadness, there is no such thing as love.

Although occasional sadness is just as much an adjustment to love as happiness, it by no means means that the untimely joy at this moment should be justified, let alone pursued.

Xia Qiu looked around, the lounge door was silent, the dining table was covered, and no one could see him except Xi Siliu in front of the counter.

He stood up slightly, leaned forward, and ate the cake crumbs on Wen Nairong's lips under Wen Nairong's blank gaze.

(End of this chapter)