Flash marriage honey love: Uncle's burning love baby

Lin Ru simply sat outside and watched the excitement. The back kitchen here is where everyone can see. You can see clearly what materials the cook uses.

Of course, everyone heard Xiao Rui's words clearly. They stopped their chopsticks to watch the excitement. Others didn't think it was a big joke.

"Other people's children are very sincere. I say cook Fang, just follow."

"Look at the clothes people wear. They are all famous brands from head to toe. They must have an unusual family background. According to your skill, how much money can you earn if you come here to work hard."

Hey, I'm digging a corner in front of the boss.

Hearing these words, Xiao Rui echoed, "for my family, I can give you 10000 yuan a month."

A cook without a certificate can earn 10000 yuan a month. Many people don't believe it.

Lin Ru knows clearly that Xiao He is not generally rich. His salary of 10000 a month is less.

Xiao Rui said solemnly, "I like your roast duck. In the future, you will come to our house to only cook roast duck. Of course, roast chicken is OK. I haven't eaten such a good roast duck since I went abroad. My little father is very happy to know that you come to our house to cook."

The cook was a little excited. "Can your father really drive 10000 a month?"

"Really." Xiao Rui answered very seriously.

Some diners said bitterly, "are you serious about what a child said?"

The cook is a little ashamed. Since he has worked in this store for so long, he has no chance to raise his salary. More than 10000 a month is only more than 5000 if it is small.

It would be much easier if we could cook for this kind of people. We only need to cook three meals a day and occasionally start at the banquet. We can earn 10000. Isn't that lying down and making money?

In this way, he has a lot of time with his children, and his heart is surging when he thinks about it.

Xiao Rui raised his chin. "People who follow my little father have become rich. Some time ago, we received a cook in China. My little father asked other people's children to study abroad with us."

Lin Ru holds her chin and looks at Xiao Rui. You blow, you continue to blow.

The cook's eyes suddenly widened, "are you serious?"

"Of course it's true."

"Little, little master, if you like my roast chicken, I'll make you more and bring it back when you go back. And ah, I have several specialty dishes that are unique in our side. You can bring them if you like."

So Lin Ru took Xiao Rui with her. Xiao Rui came out of the store with his food and wine.

The cook was almost crazy. These dishes were all for two people. Xiao Rui also carried two roast chickens in his hand.

"Is it delicious?" Lin Ru smiled at Xiao Rui.

Xiao Rui looked satisfied, yawned and said lazily, "happy!"

After Xiao Rui returned to the villa, Lin Ru was relieved. Today, the task of taking steamed stuffed buns was successfully completed.

Here, Xiao Rui has returned to the villa with food. Xiao He is pulled by him to sit at the table. "Little dad, these dishes are all cooked by a cook. They taste great. Can we take this cook with us?"

With that, Xiao Rui pushed the roast chicken on the plate to Xiao He.

Xiao He has been walking on the tip of the knife these years. His favorite food is meat such as roast chicken and roast duck. The key is that this thing is full and can be seen everywhere.

Chinese food culture is broad and profound. He can't eat authentic roast duck abroad. He is used to looking for cooks at home. If he goes abroad, he must bring several cooks.

"Don't you like the food cooked by our chef Liu?" Xiao He looked at Xiao Rui faintly.

Xiao Rui shook his head. "I don't like it. I'm tired of his dishes. Now I want to change a fresh one."

"Well, that's right."

No matter how delicious the dishes cooked by the same chef are, they will always get tired of eating them every day for seven or eight years.

Xiao He thought, "Chef Liu is fifty-nine years old, and it's time to retire and let others live in peace."

With that, he picked up a chopstick and put the roast chicken into his mouth. The meat is tender and smooth, scorched outside and tender inside. It tastes delicious with lips and teeth, accompanied by the unique flavor of sauce. It's fascinating.

"OK, where is the person? I'll contact you tomorrow."

At the same time, the chef also returned home tired. Chef Fang's daughter-in-law prepared the food and hot water and welcomed the people in.

"Are there many people in the hotel today?" The daughter-in-law washed the dishes and asked loudly.

Chef Fang nodded, "of course there are many people. My craft is the second here, so no one dares to be the first."

It's not the chef's boast. The master he worships came from a family of cooks. After the master left, he left some recipes, all of which are good things. Unfortunately, he has fists but nowhere to show them.

"As I say, you'd better quit your job and open your own shop to ensure that your income is much better than your current income."

Chef Fang sighed, "I thought about it too, but... We don't have principal."

Chef Fang's daughter-in-law angrily came out of the kitchen and put the last bowl of dishes in front of him.

"Now you support all the restaurants by yourself. The boss doesn't even give you any dividends. He still eats such a little money every month. Look, those cooks who don't have your good skills now earn more than 10000 a month."

"I have a good boss." Chef Fang's daughter-in-law read, "isn't it because someone helped you?"

Chef Fang picked up a white steamed bun and sighed, "they helped me. I'm paying off my debt."

"Pay the debt, you know to pay the debt!" Chef Fang's daughter-in-law was so angry that she threw the dishcloth on the table. "It's been 15 years and the debt hasn't been paid yet?"

"I can tell you that our son and daughter are going to high school now and need a lot of money to pay tuition. Our savings are poor. How can we live in the future?"

Chef Fang's daughter-in-law sighed, and chef Fang didn't even want to eat.

"Let me see. I'll talk about my resignation tomorrow. Even if I don't open a shop in the future, I can set up a stall outside."

Chef Fang made the final decision.

However, the cute steamed stuffed bun flashed in his mind, as if he had a little hope again.

Early the next morning, Lin Ru was awakened by Xiao Rui's deadly serial call.

Lin Ru yawned and sat up, "what's up? "Xiao Bao?"

Xiao Rui's voice was very low. "I'm going to take my little father to the snack city to find a cook today. Will you accompany me?"

"Don't you just let your little father take you? I don't want to go. " Hearing that Xiao He also went, Linru resolutely refused.

Xiao Rui was not happy. "You ungrateful man don't like me at all!"