Post-2000 boss: You can be late up to seven days a week!

Chapter 165 Cao Che: Our company has no privileges!

Cao Che nodded after hearing Ge Wolong's words.

He looked towards Ge Wolong with resentful eyes.

Good guy, it turns out you were the one who blocked my way to have a big meal!

He basically ordered meals according to the upper limit of the meal plan every day, so naturally he had no meal balance.

I couldn't afford to order anything else I wanted to eat, and the thought of having to pay to eat.

Cao Che was a little reluctant to eat in his company's cafeteria and he actually had to pay?

Don't you just have to endure it for a few days?

What's this!

Thinking of this, Cao Che was almost full of anger.

Ge Wolong looked at the photographer aside and said enthusiastically:

"Genji, what do you want to eat? I'll treat you!"

According to the company's regulations, this kind of meal mark cannot be given to the photographer, but now Ge Wolong said that he would use the remaining meal money to pay the photographer's card, but the system did not prompt him?

Cao Che looked at Ge Wolong with some confusion, but Ge Wolong took out a bank card from his pocket and explained to Cao Che:

"Our employees eat according to the meal prices and don't charge any money."

"If other people from outside the company come to eat in our cafeteria, they have to pay for it themselves."

Hearing this, Cao Che was a little puzzled. Could it be that besides employees of his own company, other people would come to eat?

However, this doubt only flashed in his mind for a moment.

What makes him even more angry now is his best friend since childhood and the employee whom he has entrusted with important responsibilities.

He actually took out his bank card and invited others to dinner in front of him without even asking himself.

Thinking of this, Cao Che sighed immediately.

"Ugh!"

After all, who would have thought that the boss of a company would have to pay to eat in his own canteen?

Cao Che shook his head helplessly.

This time, the chef sitting next to him became even more uneasy.

When the photographer heard what Ge Wolong said, he was well aware of the strict regulations of Cao Che's company, so he didn't say anything more.

Instead, he glanced at the menu on his phone and looked tentatively at Ge Wolong.

"I'm from Shencheng and I haven't had authentic morning tea for a long time. Can I have morning tea?"

"no problem!"

Ge Wolong nodded, while Cao Che looked at the empty table in front of him, seeming to think of something.

“I’ve had this authentic morning tea in Shencheng before, and I’ve really missed it since then!”

"I just don't know if what we do here is authentic?"

As he spoke, Cao Che glanced at the chef on the side.

When the head chef heard this, he jumped up from his seat in fright.

"Don't worry! Mr. Cao, I will do it myself this time and I will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation!"

With that said, the head chef immediately walked towards the kitchen.

As soon as he entered the door, he grabbed a small steamed bun and took a bite. His originally gloomy face became even uglier.

“Who made these xiaolongbao!”

The pastry chef looked a little embarrassed and raised his hand.

The head chef immediately took the xiaolongbao and asked:

"I never told you that the chicken soup needs to be boiled enough and the pork needs to be marinated to make it taste even better!"

"But these two steps together take more than an hour to prepare, and ordinary people may not be able to eat it..."

The pastry chef looked at the chef with some embarrassment.

When the chef heard this, his face turned darker.

"Who do you think President Cao is? He won't be able to eat it?"

"As soon as he arrived, he rushed to inspect the employees' food, but you ended up doing it so perfunctorily?"

The head chef glanced at the chefs beside him and continued:

"Don't think that our cafeteria is just a big pot of rice, so you just muddle through the work. Remember, the bigger the pot of rice, the more attentive you have to be!"

"You think you only need to prepare Mr. Cao's share? Let me tell you, Mr. Cao will definitely eat with our employees!"

"This is the canteen, not Mr. Cao's personal chef!"

The head chef was so angry that the chefs in front of him became dizzy. But he didn't blame them, after all, they were all new employees.

I don’t know the spirit of Cuttlefish Company, so I always think that being a good boss is enough.

With a little explanation, they will definitely realize it.

Thinking of this, the chef took out a red booklet from his back.

"After today, if you take a closer look at our company's spiritual culture, you will understand!"

With that said, the head chef handed his booklet to the pastry chef in front of him and said to the chefs beside him:

"The xiaolongbao made Mr. Cao very angry before. Now Mr. Cao has called his name for morning tea. You guys come here to help. Don't be lazy this time!"

With that said, the group of people started working in the kitchen.

It took about half an hour before the head chef brought the finished product.

Since morning tea is a very broad category, the photographer did not name it specifically.

So the chef made a regular four piece set.

Shrimp dumplings, barbecued pork buns, crystal siomai and a portion of steamed chicken feet in soy sauce.

As soon as it was served on the table, Cao Che couldn't wait to take off his chopsticks and tentatively moved towards the shrimp dumpling king in front of him.

Sure enough, no system notification was received.

An extremely bold idea suddenly flashed through his mind.

Cao Che took a bite of the shrimp dumpling in front of him.

The shrimp inside exploded immediately and fell into the bowl. There were several of them.

The sweetness of the fresh shrimps immediately bloomed on his taste buds.

The photographer on the side looked at the chef with red eyes.

For him, who has been away from home for many years and is in a foreign land, this morning tea carries more thoughts about his hometown.

Under the expectant gaze of the head chef, Cao Che also nodded with great satisfaction.

"it is good!"

After receiving Cao Che's approval, the chef on the side breathed a sigh of relief.

Ge Wolong on the side looked at Cao Che with strange eyes.

"Brother Che, won't you eat any more?"

Cao Che shook his head: "No, I'm almost full..."

Ge Wolong glanced at the shrimp dumpling king in front of him who had been cleared by Cao Che, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times.

Ge Wolong: "..."

The photographer also looked at Cao Che with doubts on his face.

"Mr. Cao, do you just eat the food of ordinary employees?"

He had taken a look at the menu before and originally thought that top-notch dishes like Buddha Jumping Over the Wall and Steamed King Crab were specially for Cao Che.

After all, in reality, there is a boss who can really eat from the same pot as his employees.

For a conscientious boss like Cao Che, eating good food will not arouse the jealousy of his employees at all.

Furthermore, this power of "ordering dishes" does not only belong to Cao Che.

Employees also have the opportunity to eat delicious dishes that they would normally be reluctant to eat outside.

Cao Che was a little embarrassed by the two people's questions. He couldn't say that he had no money to eat, right?

Thinking of this, Cao Che nodded and thought for a while.

"As the boss of the company, I shouldn't have the privilege of ordering food every day. Since I don't participate in production labor, why can I eat so much better than the employees who participate in labor?"

"So, like the employees, I should eat from the same big pot and have the privilege of ordering food twice a week, and I should not exceed the remaining meal quota!"

"Our company! No privileges!"

(End of this chapter)