pastoral pretty girl

Chapter 852

After hearing that he was sleeping, Song Qingge thought about coming back at noon, and frowned after hearing the second half of the sentence.

"Didn't he make the buns and fried dough sticks by himself?"

The taste of the fritters is also amazing.

"In the past, since he taught an apprentice, it was made by his apprentice. The taste is exactly the same. Recently, he is teaching him how to cook. Then he will be able to gamble every day." Manager Lu sighed.

He has seen many gambling addicts, but this one is the most special.

Of course, after he loses, he never borrows money, he will find a way to make money by himself, and then gamble.

After hearing this, Song Qingge felt very happy. She could definitely invite this apprentice over, or invite him over for a few days to train a few apprentices.

Manager Lu had finished his breakfast, and happily talked to Song Qingge about which dish tastes the best at noon and is worth trying, but he didn't know that Song Qingge was trying to get the cook's idea, and when the cook was taken away, it would be difficult for him to have breakfast up.

Song Family Restaurant is not close to here.

There is another person in charge of the tavern. After learning that Song Qingge is the current master, his attitude is called respect.

Don't talk about going to the kitchen to have a look, just burn the kitchen down.

Breakfast was still being served, and Song Qingge saw the cook who fried the fritters at a glance.

He looked young, thin, and not tall, but he was very angry.

"Are you a pig? You said you should do this first before you go into the frying pan. Are you full of dung in your head..."

Song Qingge went to the back kitchen to look around, but didn't hear him stop swearing, but the movements of his hands were very quick, and he didn't delay his work at all.

"Ahem...he was like this when his master taught him. According to his master, he also came here like this. It is said that this is the style of their school. If you don't beat or scold you, you can't succeed. Only those who can persevere can learn the best craft. .”

The steward here explained awkwardly.

"..."

The corners of Song Qingge's mouth twitched, and she retreated in her heart. She didn't want the back kitchen of her restaurant to become like this.

"When he's done, can I have a chat with him?"

"You can do it now, Miss, go to the second floor first, then let him go upstairs." The steward said earnestly.

"Won't it affect breakfast?" Song Qingge was afraid of delaying other people's work.

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the steward go out and shouted to the diners outside: "Today's fried dough sticks are all bought, only the buns are left, buy them quickly, they will be gone in a while."

"..."

The style of this shop is really...

"Hey, what's the matter with shopkeeper Wang today? Has the sun come out from the west sky? Can you let me rest and try two?"

The person who was frying fried dough sticks simply threw the noodles aside, clapped his hands and walked over.

"Get lost, don't learn those bad things from your master. Miss has something to ask you, so you follow me upstairs."

In addition to beating and scolding, gambling is also a characteristic of this faction. However, this guy has just started working and has been caught by shopkeeper Wang to work, so he hasn't had a chance to try gambling.

Song Qingge couldn't bear to listen any longer, and went upstairs first to wait.

When the little cook was not cooking, he was much gentler, with a simple and honest smile on his face all the time, completely different from the furious cook just now.

"Miss, shopkeeper Wang said that you have something to ask me, you can tell me what you want to eat, and I will make it for you right away."

Not only is he not violent, but he is also very kind.

"..."

Song Qingge has been unable to react, which side is real?

　Thank you, Little Apple and Nangang Buxia, for the two cute rewards~(づ￣3￣)づ╭~hahaha~ I feel that the recent plot is a bit heavy, and I wrote about two happy cooks haha~
　　
　
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