Brilliant Michelin Reborn

Jiang Shunan wiped his hair and sat on the sofa. It was a bit cold in the air-conditioned room after taking a shower, but he didn't bother to adjust the temperature.

There is more than one Michelin investigator, and there are still opportunities for redemption.

It sounds like good news, but it's not quite so when you think about it carefully.

Bruce's report must have a detailed description of what happened in Blue Bank. It is common to have disputes with guests, but it is not so common to attack guests or even threaten them in disguise.

Perhaps, this is enough to wipe out the stars of Blue Bank. Even if the other investigators say all the good things, the effect is not as powerful as "they kicked out the guests".

What's more, other investigators won't be partial to say good things.

"Ugh……"

Jiang Shunan sighed weakly.

"Knock knock knock..."

"coming."

Jiang Shunan got up, hid behind the door and opened it: "Mr. Wei."

"Wear this, what you used to wear."

The neatly folded clothes in Wei Jingrong's hands were worn when he was a waiter, and they should be put together with other spare staff clothes after returning them.

After receiving the clothes, the clothes were a little hot to the touch, and the creases on the corners of the clothes were all new, as if they had just been ironed.

"Boss Wei... what's wrong with me?"

Jiang Shunan wanted to thank him, but when he raised his eyes, he found that Wei Jingrong was looking at him.

"Didn't I let you dry your hair?"

"what?"

Jiang Shunan wiped the ends of her hair, it was wet and cold.

"……I forgot."

Wei Jingrong frowned slightly, took the towel off Jiang Shunan's shoulders, and put it on his head.

Jiang Shunan was stunned for a moment, and in the next second, his whole body exploded.

"Take it easy! Take it easy! I still want my scalp!"

Wei Jingrong's hand strength is absolutely murderous. I have experienced it several times, and every time it is not injured or disabled, it takes a few days of recuperation to recover.

Forget about other places, this head is in Wei Jingrong's hands, if there is any deviation in his strength, wouldn't he be turned into a headless corpse?

Suddenly I feel sorry for that young man, is his hand okay?

"President Wei, take it easy! It hurts! I can do it myself!"

Jiang Shunan wanted to scold his mother, but he didn't dare to really scold her, and politely begged for mercy.

"Hold it, it will be fine soon."

Tolerate?

If I endure it for a while, I will really report to Hades!

"Don't! It hurts! It hurts! My scalp is going to be ripped off by you!"

Scalping, Wei peeling...

Hey!

How could I forget this? !

It was useless to beg for mercy, Jiang Shunan grabbed Wei Jingrong's tearing hands and tried his best to make him stop.

I have to endure the pain here, and I have to wrestle with Wei Jingrong on the other side. I feel like I'm being played badly after a couple of times.

Wei Jingrong's sight was blocked by the towel, so he couldn't see Jiang Shunan's expression, and he didn't know whether he was really in pain or playing some trick with him.

He didn't stop until Jiang Shunan's hand was firmly pressed against his own, and his fingers were dug into his own.

"Does it really hurt that much?"

"Hehe...it doesn't hurt at all," Jiang Shunan's consciousness was a little drifting, and his voice was fluttering, "Believe it or not, if you take off the towel, my head is already dead."

exaggerate.

Jiang Shunan had a severe headache, the sound of "buzzing" was heard in his head, and the blood vessels in his brain were thumping so fast that they were about to burst. At this moment, he was leaning on Wei Jingrong's chest.

Wei Jingrong didn't move, and let Jiang Shunan lean on him like this, with his fingers still inserted between his fingers, which were very tight, and he couldn't move without using force.

Jiang Shunan's fingers are different from his own. His fingers are very slender, with distinct joints. Compared with his rough hands, Jiang Shunan's fingers are a circle thinner. The callus on the middle finger of his right hand is still red. The month is busy.

He... is also working hard, right?

Thinking about it, Wei Jingrong couldn't help laughing, his heart jumped twice, like a short circuit.

Weird, but it doesn't feel... too bad.

The air conditioner was blowing wind, Wei Jingrong's nose faintly smelled of shampoo and there was a faint smell of water.

I didn't feel it when I used it, but it felt a bit fluffy when I used it on him, like lying on the sofa with a fluffy pillow in my arms.

Jiang Shunan often frizzes his hair, and Wei Jingrong always thinks that his hair is rough and hard, which will prick his hands.

But it doesn't feel like it.

Jiang Shunan's hair is soft and smooth to the touch.When I touched it when I was half-dry, it felt pretty good, but it was far from his temper.

However, he suddenly felt that Jiang Shunan's fingers were much colder.

"Get dressed."

"kindness."

Jiang Shunan responded, and then fell silent.

"not cold?"

"...a little bit."

Still not moving.

Does this guy hurt that much?It's been so long...

car accident.

Wei Jingrong suddenly remembered Jiang Shunan's car accident.He never asked what happened afterwards, and he wouldn't...

Wei Jingrong felt bad: "Jiang Shunan, Jiang Shunan?"

"Guru..."

Jiang Shunan didn't reply, but Jiang Shunan's stomach responded positively.

Grinding little things.

"hungry?"

"A little bit, you smell of butter all over your body, and you will be hungry when you smell it."

Jiang Shunan pushed Wei Jingrong's hand away, and held the towel, like an Indian third: "Is there anything to eat?"

"It's not lunch time."

Jiang Shunan sat back on the sofa with a towel in his arms: "Cut, be stingy."

Wei Jingrong picked up the clothes that fell on the ground and threw them on Jiang Shun'an: "Put it on."

"Yes~~~"

Jiang Shunan lazily agreed, the movements of his hands were quite fast, and he was dressed in a short while.

"Zizuzu, this dress feels like a waiter again."

Wei Jingrong looked at him: "Not satisfied?"

"How could it be?" Jiang Shunan fastened his bow tie, "I think this suit is still suitable for me, I am too tired to wear a suit."

"Is there a difference?"

"Of course there is!"

Wearing this dress, you can tell the waiter at a glance.Serving dishes and delivering food, ordering food and pouring water, I am tired but have no responsibilities, just work hard.

Once I wear a suit, it’s the management’s business. Not only do I have to deal with so many things, but I also have to greet the guests. If there is any problem, the responsibility is on my shoulders. It’s really tiring, both psychologically and physically. tired.

These words, I just said behind my back, Jiang Shunan didn't want to talk about it in front of Wei Jingrong.

"You need to wear two suits, and you are strangled. This is just a shirt, which is more convenient for you to move around."

"If you like it, you can wear it to work in the future."

"Forget it, I'll wear a suit. I've been called 'waiter and waiter' every day. If I don't dress decently, my self-esteem will jump off the building and kill myself."

"You, feel wronged?"

"Well, no, no, no, I didn't mean that," Jiang Shunan hurriedly changed his words, "I mean I'm a restaurant manager anyway, and dressing decently is part of the restaurant's image, you're right."

Jiang Shunan said so, but how could Wei Jingrong not know what he really thought.

Jiang Shunan was a supervisor before his death, and he had some status before and after.

But now he is just a restaurant manager, he is exhausted, his rest is not stable, and his income is not as much as before. Wei Jingrong is already very grateful for being willing to help him for so long.

Wei Jingrong thought so, but Jiang Shunan didn't think so.

He only felt that he was useless. It was too unkind for Wei Jingrong to screw up the job he had given him, and to speak ill of him behind his back.

In fact, Wei Jingrong is a bit rigid. In fact, he is not as scary as others imagined, and he is quite generous.

If he was really stingy, would he still speak for himself about what happened today?

It would be nice not to tear yourself apart.

Jiang Shunan was both grateful and guilty, feeling unhappy.

"Boss Wei..."

Jiang Shunan yelled, but stopped talking.

Wei Jingrong glanced at him: "Your head still hurts?"

"It doesn't hurt," Jiang Shunan lowered his head and held his hand, "Mr. Wei, I want to apologize to you. What happened today... I'm sorry."

"You just want to tell me this?"

Jiang Shunan nodded heavily: "Well, I feel sorry if I don't say anything."

"There's no need to say that," Wei Jingrong remained expressionless, as usual indifferent, "You did the right thing, so there's no need to apologize."

"But, I might destroy your star."

"The stars are more important, or the people?"

"what?"

Jiang Shun'an scratched his head.

Wei Jingrong got up and poured himself a glass of water: "If it was you, and you saw your own people being bullied by others, would you choose to turn a blind eye, or would you stand up?"

"Of course we have to come forward!" Jiang Shunan said righteously.

"Any more questions?"

"It's different," Jiang Shunan asked, "Didn't you say that the Michelin star is an honor more important than life?"

"It is very important, but it does not mean that he can surpass everything."

"I do not really understand."

"Let's put it this way," Wei Jingrong took a sip of water, "Although the title of Michelin is often associated with the head chef of a restaurant, in fact, this title is given to restaurants rather than individuals. In other words, this title is for everyone. The affirmation of the employees is everyone's contribution."

Jiang Shunan felt even more sad: "But, I've got you guys in the dark."

"I don't think so," Wei Jingrong looked straight into Jiang Shunan's eyes, "If you are willing to protect Lan An's dignity, then I will protect yours. What's wrong with that?"

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