Favored and seductive: sweet wife with amnesia, see you at night

When Ming Wei came out of the elevator, she saw Manager Zheng standing at the door of the pastry shop with his hands behind his back from afar, she couldn't help sighing, and walked over resignedly.

If you deduct the money, just deduct the money, who told her to be late.

Ming Wei was ready to be deducted money, but when she walked to the door of the pastry shop, Manager Zheng didn't put on the usual pose, but asked with a smile, "Ming Wei, why are you late today?"

Of course, it was impossible for Ming Wei to tell him about the shitty incident between herself and Tang Xiaoxi in the lobby, so she casually pulled out a reason: "Traffic jam."

"Traffic jam? You came here in Mr. Sheng's car, right?" Manager Zheng rubbed his hands together and smiled more earnestly.

Ming Wei neither admitted nor denied, pressed her fingerprint on the time attendance machine, and said: "Manager Zheng, yesterday a gentleman in the VIP room ordered a matcha cake, and it will be delivered at nine o'clock, I will go to work first .”

"No hurry, no rush, I told Arlene to do it." Manager Zheng pulled her aside on purpose, with a hint of probing and flattering in his eager smile, "Mingwei, you and Mr. Sheng...hehe, this, you guys Are you on good terms?"

Ming Wei raised her eyebrows.

No wonder Manager Zheng didn't mention the deduction of money for being late. It turned out that he wanted to test her relationship with Sheng Shenzhou.

"Manager Zheng, it's working time now, let's talk about private matters after get off work." Ming Wei smiled slightly, walked around Manager Zheng, and walked into the bakery.

Manager Zheng didn't get a definite answer, so he groaned in his heart. After all, he didn't dare to do anything to Ming Wei. Anyway, the days are still long, and it won't be too late to settle accounts with her in the future!
Ming Wei changed into the pastry chef's attire, and a colleague next to her reminded: "Ming Wei, the chef was looking for you just now, and asked you to find him in the lounge when you come."

"Oh, okay, thank you." Ming Wei washed her hands and walked out.

When passing in front of Arlene, Arlene put on a straight face, and suddenly threw the flour ball in her hand, causing a burst of dust, making Mingwei's body and face covered with powder.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it." She looked at Ming Wei and apologized without sincerity.

Ming Wei didn't say anything, just wiped off the powder on her face with a towel, and then threw the towel on her face: "Sorry, I didn't mean to."

The atmosphere in the pastry room was frozen.

Arlene was trembling with anger, pulled off the towel and cursed: "I've had enough of you! Don't think that you shamelessly climbed up to Mr. Sheng, everyone will endure you and please you..."

Ming Wei strode out, leaving her a chic back.

Arlene gritted her teeth in hatred.

The other pastry chefs quickly persuaded: "Okay, okay, Arlene, why are you messing with her again, be careful about what she will sue you in front of Master Zhou later."

Master Zhou is the head chef of the bakery.

It's okay not to mention him, but when Arlene mentions it, she gets angry: "That old man surnamed Zhou should have retired a long time ago, and he's still here to take care of things!"

Others dare not go along with it.

After a while, someone said cautiously: "I heard that the pastry competition will be held in Dongcheng this year by the International Catering Association. Manager Zheng said that Master Zhou has a recommendation spot. If you get this spot, you can skip the preliminary round and the semi-final round. Directly participate in the finals, and the champion will have a prize of 50."

"You don't need to say it, I already knew." Arlene rolled her eyes, her tone was very irritated.

Master Zhou is one of the honorary directors of the International Catering Association. It is not surprising that he has a place to pass through to the finals. She saw him holding a recommendation letter when she got off work yesterday.

Master Zhou asked Ming Wei to find him in the lounge this morning, it must be because of this quota.

Thinking of this, Arlene suddenly said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

……

Chef's exclusive lounge.

Ming Wei knocked on the door, and when she heard "Come in" from inside, she opened the door and walked in.

Master Zhou is studying a cookbook, with a pair of presbyopic glasses on the bridge of his nose, his temples are slightly white, and his face is wrinkled. He has reached the age of enjoying the joy of children and grandchildren.

But Master Zhou has no children, and his accompanying wife died of a heart attack five years ago. Master Zhou is still working in the hotel to pass the time.

"Master Zhou, are you looking for me?" Ming Wei walked in front of him.

Without raising his head, Master Zhou hummed, pondered over the recipe carefully, and said, "Next month, the International Catering Association will hold a pastry competition in Dongcheng, you know?"

"I know." Ming Wei nodded, "I want to go back and sign up tonight."

"No, I recommended you to the association to participate in the finals. When it comes to the finals, you can go and register with your ID."

"what?"

"Ah what!" Master Zhou raised his head and stared at Ming Wei dissatisfied, "From today onwards, prepare well for me, don't embarrass Shengshi Hotel!"

Ming Wei was both surprised and happy, and said confidently: "Thank you, I will definitely not embarrass you and the hotel."

"Okay, let's go out, don't get in the way here."

Master Zhou has a bad temper and doesn't speak well. Before, he scolded the new apprentice until he cried, but now he is impatient with Ming Wei.

Ming Wei smiled and said "Yes".

She knew that Master Zhou had a sharp mouth and a bean curd heart, and scolded him, he taught him the same thing that should be taught.

Master Zhou stared at the recipe, wanted to drink some tea, and stretched his hand to the table where the teacup was placed. When it was empty, he looked up and found that the teacup was in Mingwei's hand.

"This tea is cold, but you still drink it." Ming Wei said helplessly, and poured him another cup of hot tea, "How many times have I told you, but you just don't listen."

"Didn't I not drink?" Master Zhou knew he was wrong, and retorted guiltily, "Okay, okay, you can go quickly, don't hinder me from reading."

Ming Wei: "..."

So sometimes old people also have the heart of a child.

Outside the lounge.

While paying attention to whether there was anyone coming in the corridor, Arlene pressed her ear against the door, trying to hear the conversation inside clearly.

It's just that the sound insulation in this lounge is so good that she didn't hear a word.

The door suddenly opened from the inside.

Arlene almost bumped into Mingwei.

"Eavesdropping?" Ming Wei looked at her and asked bluntly.

Arlene became angry from embarrassment: "What is eavesdropping? It's so ugly. I just have something to do with Master Zhou!"

Ming Wei turned her body sideways: "Then you go in."

"It's none of your business. I can go in whenever I want. Is it your turn to tell me what to do?"

"up to you."

Ming Wei shrugged and walked out.

Arlene grabbed her, gritted her teeth and asked, "Did Master Zhou give you the recommendation spot?"

"Yes." Ming Wei did not deny it, "If you refuse to accept it, just go to the competition, no one will stop you, I will wait for you to compete with me in the final."

Enraged by her, Arlene said bitterly: "Okay! Just wait, I will definitely not lose to you!"

……

For the pastry competition a month later, Mingwei studied the rules of the competition at night.

After finishing her homework, Miaomiao came to her side, tilted her head to look at the ipad in her hand, looked at it for a while, and asked, "Mom, do you want to participate in this competition?"

"That's right." Ming Wei raised her head, smiled and patted his little curly hair, put the ipad aside, and thought about what work she was going to prepare for the competition.

This time, the International Catering Association arranged the pastry competition in Dongcheng. On the one hand, it is naturally because Dongcheng has a prosperous economy, and on the other hand, it is also because Dongcheng has a long pastry culture. Therefore, this competition focuses on traditional Chinese pastries.

Ming Wei studied Western-style pastries in France. Although she can also make traditional pastries, if she competes at her usual level, she will definitely be vulnerable.

Master Zhou was right, she had to prepare well, otherwise she would not be worthy of his old man's recommendation.

"Miaomiao, can I make you a butterfly roll tonight?" Ming Wei asked.

The little milk baby's eyes lit up, shining like a foodie, and nodded vigorously: "Okay! I like to eat butterfly rolls."

In fact, he doesn't even know what a butterfly roll is, but he believes in his mother's craftsmanship, and the name sounds delicious.

Ming Wei pretended to be serious and said: "Then you have to do it with me, you can't be a lazy little ghost."

"I'm not." Miaomiao retorted childishly, and deliberately puffed out her small chest, "Come on, let's make some snacks, I'll make them for you and uncle, grandma and the housekeeper..."

One big and one small go to the kitchen hand in hand.

Sheng Chenzhou finished processing the company's urgent documents in the study, and when he went downstairs, he heard laughter from the kitchen, and asked the housekeeper, "What's going on in the kitchen?"

"Miss Ming and the young master are making snacks in the kitchen." The butler replied with a smile, paused for a moment, and couldn't help but add another sentence, "I haven't heard the young master laugh so happily for a long time."

Sheng Chenzhou pursed his lips slightly.

He has a calm and indifferent personality, doesn't like to talk, and rarely plays with Miaomiao. Due to their identities, the housekeeper and servants dare not play with Miaomiao, for fear that something will happen and they won't be able to take responsibility.

Ming Wei is different.

Sheng Chenzhou thought, at least in Miaomiao's heart, she was different from other young masters of the Sheng family who liked to please the young masters of the Sheng family because of money and power.

Just this morning, Sheng Chenzhou wanted to stay away from Ming Wei, so that she wouldn't move out because of him, but now her feet didn't work, and she walked towards the kitchen spontaneously.

Walking to the door of the kitchen, Mingwei and Miaomiao were kneading dough balls at a glance. They were wearing aprons, and their hands, bodies, and faces were covered with white flour powder.

One big and one small are all like painted face cats.

Both of them were very focused and did not notice Sheng Chenzhou standing at the door.

Miaomiao squeezed out a crooked thing, looked at it again and again, and felt ugly to herself, making a butterfly roll is really embarrassing for a little genius like him.

"Mom, it's not easy to make butterfly rolls, let me make a butterfly circle." He connected the flour into long strips and kneaded them into a circle for Ming Wei to show, which was called a butterfly circle.

Ming Wei was amused by him: "Honey, you're called a circle, I don't see the shadow of a butterfly."

While talking, she turned sideways to get the plate, only then did she see Sheng Chenzhou standing at the door.

Ming Wei was stunned for a moment, with a bright smile still on her face, her eyes were soft and soft, like a pool of lake water, which could soften people to the bottom of their hearts.

Sheng Shenzhou was stunned for a moment.