Brilliant Michelin Reborn

"Manager Jiang is back."

"Well, I'm back."

Entering the door early in the morning, Jiang Shunan was like a star, and the employees of Blue Bank surrounded him tightly.

"When did Manager Jiang come back?"

"How is Paris? Is it fun? How long have you been there?"

"If you have any photos, show us quickly."

There are photos, but if these people see the content in the photos, they must be blinded.

"Do you really think me and you Wei always go out to play?" Jiang Shunan said, "Every day is so busy that there is no time to take pictures."

"nonsense."

Xiaoyu, the cashier, was very clever, and didn't believe Jiang Shunan's words: "Manager Jiang went out and came back, his face looked good, and he was in good spirits. There must be something good. Tell me quickly, or we will torture to extract a confession!"

The girl Xiaoyu started at the beginning, but the other employees refused to give up.

Jiang Shunan fell into their hands once, and became a target of public criticism in an instant, and no one spoke up for him.

No way, I can only shoot sugar-coated bullets while begging for mercy.

"Grandma, I really don't. I'm so busy, it's not easy to find time to buy something for you."

Jiang Shunan took out a large pile of heavy things from the bag and placed them on the cash register: "Chocolates, one box for each person, share them."

"Thank you, Manager Jiang."

Taking advantage of the crowd looting, Jiang Shunan was finally able to get away.

However, this is only the first step of the Long March, and there are still people waiting at the bar.

"Hey, Manager Jiang is back."

Ah Shui put down the rag, and winked at Jiang Shunan's bag.

"Hey, don't look at it, I brought it for you."

Jiang Shunan shook his head with a smile, took out a delicate packing box and quietly gave it to Ah Shui, like an underground joint.

"I don't know about the style, the scent, etc. Is this brand right?"

Ah Shui took the packing box, hid under the bar and looked at it for a long time, muttering to himself for a while before getting up: "It should be. Thank you, Lao Jiang."

"Stop it, I will be called old if I am not old."

"Zin, doesn't it show that we have a good relationship?"

"Hehe, thank you."

After putting away the packing box, Ah Shui smelled her hands: "Well, don't tell me, this brand of perfume just smells different."

"Pull it down," Jiang Shunan gave him a white look, "The packaging is so tight that it still has a taste, unless it is leaked."

"I really don't understand the fun."

"You are the lover."

Ah Shui propped his head, his eyes drooped and Jiang Shunan was frightened: "Old Jiang, let me teach you a trick. When doing sex, don't be too monotonous, and have some fun or something. It can maintain the relationship between two people."

Jiang Shunan coughed twice, then collected himself: "Dirty."

"Hey, it's useless to talk to you single dog."

Ah Shui pretended to be sorry, and sighed plaintively, "No matter how good the two are, they will get tired of it after a long time. You don't have to worry about making little surprises and romances, how can you survive this day."

"You're having a hard time."

"A little bit," Ah Shui said, "I've been dating my girlfriend for four years now, and I don't have the initial impulse for a long time. But life is still going on, so I have to take care of it."

Jiang Shunan is just pretending, when it comes to this matter, he still cares about it in his heart.

He suffered a loss once before his death, and he didn't want this kind of thing to happen again.

"Why do I feel like you don't trust your girlfriend? Aren't you all thinking about getting married?"

"No, I trust her very much."

Ah Shui held a wine glass, breathed on it, and wiped the glass lightly and nimbly: "I believe in her, and I don't just leave her alone. Besides, who doesn't want to be cared about? Your daughter If a friend doesn’t contact you or ignores you because he believes in you, won’t your heart be empty, lonely, or cold?”

So this is ah.

Jiang Shunan would think about the past, as if Ah Shui really hit the mark.

If I didn't ignore Shi Lei because of work; if I could communicate with Shi Lei more at that time, or care about him more, would it be...

It's just that now, knowing it doesn't help.

Emotional matters, different perspectives, after all, it is difficult to distinguish right from wrong.

It is true to grasp the person in front of you.

After Ah Shui finished wiping a cup, seeing Jiang Shunan standing there dumbfounded and not responding, she thought he still didn't understand.

"Okay, Lao Jiang, don't think about it, you will understand what I mean when you fall in love later."

"Cut, I see."

Jiang Shunan smiled, shook off all the complicated things in his mind, and asked, "Where's Mr. Wei?"

Ah Shui raised his head and pointed to the door of the office: "It's inside, I came here early in the morning."

"Knock knock knock..."

"Enter."

Pushing open the door, Wei Jingrong sat busy at his desk as usual.

"Morning."

"Hehe, it's getting late."

Wei Jingrong put down his work and looked at Jiang Shun'an: "Why, now I know how to knock on the door."

"The rules you set, how can I have the nerve not to implement them?"

Jiang Shunan took out an insulated bucket from the bottom of the bag and put it on a corner of the table.

"What is this?" Wei Jingrong asked.

Jiang Shunan folded the bag, leaned on the corner of the table and looked at Wei Jingrong: "Open it and have a look."

Wei Jingrong smiled recklessly, unscrewed the cover, and a faint fragrance permeated the small office.

"Chicken noodles?"

"That's right," Jiang Shunan tidied up the table and helped Wei Jingrong clear a space, "Although it's not as good as your Michelin-starred chef's craftsmanship, I've heard and seen it for so long, so I tried it."

"It's so troublesome." Wei Jingrong said, "If you want to eat, I can make it for you."

"Different."

Jiang Shunan stuffed the chopsticks into Wei Jingrong's hands and held them firmly: "I made this for you, try it quickly. I hurried over when I was done. The noodles are not glued together, right?"

Wei Jingrong took the noodles between his mouth and chewed slowly: "It's not mushy, it tastes pretty good."

"Eat more if it tastes good."

Jiang Shunan tidied up the useless materials and books on the table, and put them back on the shelf one by one: "You are so hungry, I guess you must have not eaten breakfast when you came here early in the morning."

"It's just one or two meals, it doesn't matter."

"When it is banned, it will be troublesome."

After tidying up, Jiang Shunan poured a glass of water for Wei Jingrong: "The store is so busy every day, if there is something wrong with your health, I don't have time to take care of you."

"Don't worry, I won't fall down easily." Wei Jingrong held a thermos bucket, picked up a chopstick noodle, blew it and handed it to Jiang Shunan's mouth, "Come on, you didn't eat this morning, did you?"

"I ate it," Jiang Shunan swallowed, "I cooked a pot in the morning, and I ate several bowls."

"Then treat it as eating with me."

"Ok."

"Morning, you two."

Owen pushed the door and entered, smacking his lips with jealousy: "Did I come at the wrong time again?"

Jiang Shunan rolled his eyes and finished sucking the noodles in one gulp: "You did it on purpose."

Owen closed the door and shouted: "Heavenly conscience, what did I do on purpose?"

"You didn't knock on the door." Wei Jingrong said.

"Hey, don't worry about such a trivial matter." Owen smiled meanly, and glanced into the thermos bucket with his eyes, "Zu Zuzu, you have to eat noodles with me, what's the matter?"

Jiang Shunan looked at him: "Would you like to have some too."

"Thanks," Owen waved his hand, leaning on the sofa leisurely, "I'm not interested in men, and I'm even less interested in 3P."

"Get out," Jiang Shun'an flew a book and threw it at him, "There's nothing serious about it."

"Then let's be serious," Owen took the book and put it aside, "Michelin headquarters will send people to the country in the near future to conduct a concentrated visit to the award-winning restaurants and make a short promotional documentary."

"Really?" Jiang Shunan asked, "Is the news reliable?"

"It should be true," Owen flipped through his phone, "The email was sent to you, you can read it yourself."

Jiang Shunan couldn't wait to open the email. It was clearly an interview invitation letter from the headquarters, but the time and content were not specified, and it should be notified separately.

"Are we going to prepare anything?"

"You don't need to prepare anything specially, it's fine as usual."

Wei Jingrong leaned against the table and chair, put down his phone: "It seems that they are preparing to enter the domestic market."

"That's not true," Owen said. "Now that the international situation is unstable, and the domestic development market is so big, they probably wanted to come here a long time ago."

"If the market opens up, we will be considered as the first batch of restaurants to formally step into the international vision? Then we will also be the industry leader!"

"Oh, what Xiao Gongju said is true."

Owen cocked his feet and swayed, and there was not much excitement in his eyes: "After all these years, I finally see something to look forward to."

"Hey," Jiang Shunan kicked him on the leg, "Good news, can you stop being so bitter and bitter."

Owen rubbed his calf: "I'm already very happy, and you can't let me sing a song live."

"Singing is fine," Jiang Shunan thought for a while, "Please eat, I like something more realistic."

"Okay, no problem." Owen patted his thigh readily, "You can eat whatever you want, just ask, and I'll pay."

"So refreshing?"

"Remember to call Shu Damei too."

Haha, I knew it.

Jiang Shunan sat beside him, putting his shoulders affectionately: "Dude, you haven't given up yet."

"No, when did I say that I was going to give up. Besides, didn't I chase her because of you?"

Jiang Shunan was at a loss: "What does it have to do with me?"

"Why doesn't it matter?" Owen said, "You moved in to live with your dear Mr. Wei, didn't I just take care of her for you?"

"..."

As soon as the words fell, Wei Jingrong looked at Jiang Shun'an, Jiang Shun'an looked at Owen, and Owen looked at Wei Jingrong again.

Then, look around again.

"Fuck, you haven't promised him yet, have you?"

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