Brilliant Michelin Reborn

"That's all for today's arrangement. Everyone hurry up and prepare, there are still 10 minutes to prepare to open the door."

"Okay, Manager Jiang."

After the morning meeting, Jiang Shunan closed his workbook, yawned, and leaned against the front desk to confirm the list of reserved guests again.

"Manager Jiang, didn't you sleep well last night?" Xiaoyu asked at the front desk.

"Well," Jiang Shunan yawned again, "It's a bit."

The truth is...it's late.

Jiang Shun'an slept very late, or rather, he and Wei Jingrong both slept very late.

The reason, now that I think about it, I feel a little flushed, and I still have a dull pain.

"Manager Jiang."

Xiaomei called him timidly from behind him, but seeing that he didn't respond, she hesitated and called again: "Manager Jiang."

"Ah?" Jiang Shunan put away his imagination and responded, "What's the matter?"

"No, it's nothing," Xiaomei said after a pause, and pointed to her eyes, "It's just that Manager Jiang has dark circles under his eyes during the meeting."

"Oh, this one?"

Jiang Shunan touched his eye sockets, and took out his phone to take a picture.

The circle under the eyes is blue and a little dark.The eyes are also red, and the blood streaks haven't receded, and the signs of staying up late are no longer obvious.

"Just put on some concealer later."

"No, I think Manager Jiang should go to the office to take a rest," Xiaomei pointed behind Jiang Shun'an, "I, I see that your posture is a bit awkward when you stand, it seems to be very hard."

Have it?

Have it!

"You," Jiang Shunan suppressed his voice, "Did you read it wrong?"

"No, I can see clearly."

Jiang Shunan wanted to quickly sew Xiaomei's mouth shut, fearing that something terrible would come out if he continued talking, he coughed twice to signal her to stop talking.

But the little girl didn't understand this. When Jiang Shunan coughed in a low voice, she thought he was really unwell, and she was still diagnosing whether he had a cold or a fever, and her face turned red.

"Manager Jiang, are you feeling bad? Why don't you go to the hospital?"

"Huh? Manager Jiang is sick?"

Xiaoyu's yell made everyone present look at him, and Jiang Shunan suddenly felt his face turn red at least another eight degrees.

"Old Jiang, you don't need to work so hard. If you are sick, ask Mr. Wei for a vacation." Ah Shui poured a cup of hot water thoughtfully, "Don't lose your body just for this little salary."

"No, I'm not sick."

Jiang Shunan was so angry that he was speechless, and directly threw the hot water on the front desk: "Just stay up all night, just rest for a while."

"No way, I won't be like you even if I stay up for a few nights, my face turns red and white."

"Hey, let me tell you why you're the one in the back kitchen running into the front hall every day," Ah Shui turned her head meanly, and yelled at the back kitchen, "Hey, your traitor in the back kitchen has run away again!"

"What are you shouting for?" Qiangzi hesitated, seeing that the sous chef hadn't come out and ran to the back kitchen, "Wait, don't let me catch the opportunity to deal with you."

"I'm so scared."

Ah Shui sent Qiangzi away with a laugh, Jiang Shunan saw that his attention was diverted from himself, and cut off the topic by taking advantage of the situation: "Okay, don't stare here, get ready to go."

"Old Jiang, you..."

"I am fine."

Jiang Shunan thought about it, he couldn't say too much.

Since becoming a restaurant manager, everyone has gotten along well, and they all support me at work.

The well-intentioned concern is a bit redundant, but the friendship is still received.

"Open the door when you're ready. I'll go in and have a rest. Call me if you need anything."

Before leaving, Jiang Shunan added another sentence: "Xiaomei, and you waiters in the district, remember to check the tissues on the counter. If there are not enough tissues, go to the warehouse to get them."

Then, he returned to the office with a depressed face while holding the cup of hot water.

Hey, what a shame.

Jiang Shunan was lying on the table, sick like a salted fish.

Last night, sitting among the roses with Wei Jingrong, you and I enjoyed the heart-shaped filet mignon one bite at a time, and then drank a lot of wine, a red wine that is richer and deeper than the rose color.

Under the influence of alcohol, restraint and shame had long been lost in the heads of the two of them when they were doing business, and they completely obeyed the call of the wild.

Especially during the blindfolded play, Wei Jingrong's fingers wandered around the body, tapped, stopped, and the cool fingertips slid across every line of the body, cheeks, chest, waistline, slowly downward...

Jiang Shunan was really curious about what Wei Jingrong learned from there. After thinking about it, he suddenly realized that he didn't learn it on purpose.

It is very likely that he realized it from his own sentence "You have a strong taste", and the technique seems to be a little skill he used when handling food...and then used it on himself.

Uh……

From a certain point of view, it can be regarded as food itself.

Pfft, hahahaha!

What a shame!How will you watch Wei Jingrong cook in the future!

"What are you laughing at alone? Crazy?"

"Ha...haha...you, why are you here..." Jiang Shunan held back his laughter for a long time before he stopped, cleared his throat, and said again, "Why are you here."

Owen closed the door and put the lock on it: "It's not because of your dear Mr. Wei."

"What happened to Jing Rong?"

"Oh, it's so intimate."

Owen snickered and winked at him: "Don't worry, your dear Mr. Wei is fine, but today he brought a car full of roses and night lights to starmissing, and when the trunk opened, it looked like it exploded. Employees were taken aback."

"Did he really take it?" Jiang Shunan asked.

"Yes," Owen said, "according to Mr. Wei's instructions, roses are used for desserts and decorations, one night light is placed on each table, and they are turned on uniformly at night, and the brightness in the store is appropriately dimmed for Create an atmosphere."

Jiang Shunan nodded: "Very good, this is very suitable for the mood of starmissing."

"Can it be bad?"

Owen sighed, his eyes full of contempt: "Using the things you used for secondary use not only meets the needs of the festival, but also does not waste resources. Tell me, who came up with such a stingy idea. "

"What a sting," Jiang Shunan was unhappy, "You have money, you paid for the car of roses."

Owen smiled: "Money is for spending, not for burning."

"I thank you."

"Zuzu, you're welcome."

Owen responded, lying on the sofa without restraint, and glanced at Jiang Shunan: "Hey, I heard you were sick just now?"

"I heard that you are disabled?" Jiang Shunan replied.

"Zu, look at you, I care about you kindly, and you will stab someone in the chest no matter what you say."

"Then don't I give you a knife in the back?"

"No need," Owen shook his hand, turning away from looking at him, "Not everyone likes to be latecomers."

"Damn, I think you are itchy!"

Jiang Shunan pushed the chair away and got up, but there was an uncooperative wailing from behind, and then...

He is petrified.

Grinning his teeth, he turned petrified.

"Hahaha!"

Owen clung to the door and laughed. Originally, he wanted to run, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he burst into tears with laughter: "I, this is the first time I've seen someone being so funny, hahaha, no, I'm dying of laughter!"

"Then you are going to die!"

Jiang Shunan froze, supporting the table with one hand and pulling back the chair with the other.

It's a pity that my hands are short, and I tried several times without success.

"Still laughing! Come and help!"

"Oh, ha, come, ha ha, come."

Owen laughed so hard that he trembled when he walked: "I, I said, don't move around when you are injured. If something goes wrong with you later, what should President Wei do?"

"If you're really free, go outside to help." Jiang Shunan's face was so dark that it couldn't be darker, and he hissed for a long time when he sat down, "Or do you think teasing me is more interesting than going to work?"

"Nonsense," Owen helped him to do it, and sat on the corner of the table laughing, "Teasing you is much more interesting than going to work."

"Get out! Get out without stopping!"

"Haha."

Owen laughed twice, and moved the hot water to his hand: "Okay, I won't tease you, I have to go back to starmissing."

"Get out of here slowly."

"When I finish speaking," Owen said, ignoring someone's squinting eyes, "I'm here to discuss something with you."

"Find me?"

Jiang Shunan frowned, firstly because he was uncomfortable, and secondly because he didn't understand: "Is there anything I shouldn't discuss with Jing Rong?"

"Tell him something useful, and I won't come to you," Owen emphasized. "It's a big deal, seriously."

I have long been used to Owen's unruly appearance, but I am not used to this serious appearance.

"Tell me what bad thing you want to do."

"Bad thing, what are you doing?"

"Don't do it," Jiang Shunan thought for a while, "but I will consider whether to kill relatives righteously according to the specific situation."

"Stain, it's so cruel." Owen said.

"necessary."

"For you, I know I found the right person."

Owen smiled and leaned into his ear in a low voice: "Do you think it's too condescending to work here?"

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