Brilliant Michelin Reborn

"Boss, busy."

Outside the supper shop, the boss was busy sweating profusely behind the barbecue grill. The black stains on his face were unknown whether they were smoked by the charcoal fire or left by his hands when he wiped his sweat.

"Come here, I want something to eat. There is a basket in the house, pick it yourself."

After simply choosing something, Jiang Shunan handed the basket to the boss, and ordered two more bowls of red bean soup.

The small shop was full of people, and it was too much trouble to stand down, so Jiang Shunan simply stood outside the shop and waited.

"The boss's business is very good."

"Where, earn a little money, just a living."

While the boss was talking, he didn't stop working: "Old lady, send the ones at table 3 first, there's still an eggplant missing."

"coming."

The proprietress came out of the house in a hurry, and she did not forget to greet Jiang Shun'an at the side.

"Young man, I haven't seen you for a long time, why don't you come to take care of my business."

Jiang Shunan smiled: "Isn't this busy?"

"That's right, young people are doing great things, so they don't have the time to come every day."

"Ah," the proprietress glared at the boss resentfully, "you can't eat if you're doing big things, you look at him so skinny, he's skinny."

Jiang Shunan was ashamed.

How could I be as exaggerated as she said.

"Yes, except for yourself, everyone is thin."

"Hey, you asshole."

The proprietress held the plate in her hand, scolded him angrily, then turned around and delivered the food with a smile on her face.

"This damn old woman."

The boss shook his head, dipped some oil in the oil brush and brushed the skewers.

The oily grilled skewers are turned back and forth on the fire, and the sound of sizzling is accompanied by the unique aroma after grilling all the way along the street.

And, of course, the choking fumes.

"Cough cough cough..."

Jiang Shunan covered his mouth and nose, and kept coughing to the side.

"Choking?"

"It's okay," Jiang Shunan smiled, holding back his cough and said, "It doesn't matter."

"Come, come, don't stand still."

The proprietress came out of the house and wanted to stretch out her hand to pull him, but she paused in the air for a while, then took it back: "Stand a little to the side, Auntie's hands are dirty, so as not to stain your clothes."

The proprietress took out another plastic chair and wiped it twice with paper: "Come on, sit down, it will be fine in a while."

"Trouble boss lady."

"No trouble, no trouble, as long as you often come to take care of my business."

The proprietress smiled and yelled to the boss behind the grill: "It's all right, don't let the young man wait outside for the wind."

"Okay, it's almost done."

"Hey, that's enough, put less chili."

"Okay," the boss put down the jar of chili powder, and sprinkled a handful of cumin and sesame seeds, "Why are you so stingy in business?"

"You know what a fart, it's too spicy to hurt your stomach..."

The charcoal fire in the barbecue grill was blazing, and the boss and the proprietress exchanged words and quarreled with each other from time to time, all of which were trivial matters.

Jiang Shunan sat on the side boredly, listening to it was a little annoying, but in his heart he felt that he was really living his life.

envious.

Unspeakable envy.

Both the boss and the proprietress are in their forties, and the day after day of fire and smoke makes them look older.His face and hands are always oily, and he works hard but is in good spirits.

Busy, noisy, stumbling, the small life is dull, but it can be regarded as a taste.

Most importantly, always have personal support by your side.

Even if one is dead ashes and the other is a yellow-faced woman.

Jiang Shunan couldn't help laughing, shrank his neck into his coat, put his hands in his pockets, and made fists.

It was already late when he went out, but he was so active in buying supper not all because of Shu Murui, but more because he wanted to be quiet.

Alone, be quiet.

Wei Jingrong didn't bring his mobile phone, and Wei Jingrong never replied to his messages.

It's not that he didn't want to, he wished he could fly to Wei Jingrong now and chat with him all night.

Just not, not yet.

I have to sort out my thoughts and give an explanation to Shu Murui and Wei Jingrong.

Even if you can't immediately agree to cohabitation, at least you have to express your attitude.

At present, the most important thing is how to talk to Shu Murui, so that she can't be angry or make trouble.

Hey……

The trouble is dead.

"I'm getting tired of waiting," the proprietress tied the plastic bag, turned the handle a few more times to form a circle, "Come on, you're done packing."

Jiang Shunan got up and took out his wallet: "How much is it?"

"130 three, just give one hundred and three."

Suddenly someone shouted in the store: "Madam proprietress, bring another case of wine."

"Okay, right now."

The proprietress yelled into the store, and took out a twenty note from her pocket: "Come, take the change, take it."

Jiang Shunan suddenly smiled and had a plan in mind.

"You...how did you buy a case of wine back?"

Shu Murui stared at Jiang Shunan dumbfounded. He was carrying a heavy packing bag in his left hand and a case of wine in his right hand.

"Then what, the night snack shop has a discount today, and the drinks are half price. I bought it after thinking about it."

Jiang Shunan entered the door sideways, changing shoes carefully: "Help me pick it up."

"There's no need to buy so much at a discount."

Shu Murui put the packing belt on the coffee table in the living room: "This big box, can you finish drinking?"

Jiang Shunan put the box under the coffee table, took two cans and opened them first: "Drink slowly, flavored wine, canned, it won't go bad in the refrigerator."

"Okay." Shu Murui thought for a while and said, "It just so happens that I'm done with work, and I don't have to go to work tomorrow, so I'll drink with you."

Not bad.

It seems that Shu Murui is in a good mood.

Fortunately, I wisely bought some wine, as long as I say something nice and flatter later, maybe she will nod in agreement.

Well, that's fine, let's do it.

"Hi... I'm so full."

Shu Murui put down the last bamboo stick, wiped her mouth with paper, and belched contentedly.

There were a mess of cups and plates on the coffee table, and he was worried that he would not be able to finish his meal.Now it's all right, there's nothing left of the supper I bought, and I've drank almost half a case of wine.

Shu Murui's face was flushed, not sure if it was because of the spicy food or drunk.

"Go to bed when you're full."

Jiang Shunan didn't drink much, his brain was very clear, his eyes stared at Shu Murui intentionally or unintentionally, and he wanted to find a chance to explain clearly to her.

Shu Murui was fine, at first he said to drink a little, but now he drank more and more vigorously.It is estimated that what I said to her at this moment will be completely forgotten when I wake up the next morning, so what's the use?

Really stealing chicken without losing rice.

Jiang Shunan sighed in his heart, got up and prepared to pack up and go to sleep quickly.

It's already past twelve o'clock, if you don't sleep, it will be difficult to go to work tomorrow.

"Don't, don't take it yet, wait until I finish this can."

Shu Murui tugged at Jiang Shunan's sleeve, wanted to pull Jiang Shun'an to sit down, and wanted to grab him to get up, his clothes were almost torn out of shape.

"My aunt, what are you doing?"

"Don't do it."

Shu Murui smiled foolishly, managed to stand up straight after scratching and crawling, and poked at Jiang Shunan with her fingers: "Hehehe, I almost forgot, I brought you a gift, just wait, I'll go to the room to get it. "

"Forget it, let's see it tomorrow."

"Go, don't worry about it."

After dismissing Jiang Shunan, Shu Murui walked into the room with a few steps, and then there was the sound of tinkling and rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

What is this called?

Jiang Shunan sat slumped on the carpet, scratching his head non-stop.

I wanted to drink some wine to talk about things, but this guy got drunk as soon as he drank, and he wanted to take care of her instead.

Who came up with such a bad idea!

Jiang Shunan picked up a can of wine under the table, took a sip, and let out another long sigh.

"Here comes your gift."

Jiang Shunan looked up, but he didn't see what it was, so his head was covered with blankets, and he couldn't see anything.

"What?" Jiang Shun'an pulled it apart, "The scarf? Is it still red?"

"Yes, I think it looks good, so I bought one for you."

Shu Murui sat down beside him, put the wine aside, and wrapped the scarf around his neck: "Come on, I'll tie it for you."

The second stupid thing Jiang Shunan did tonight was to ask the drunk Shu Murui to tie his scarf for him.

It's the same as making zongzi.

The red scarf was wrapped around Jiang Shunan's neck again and again, and then he exerted force.

"Okay, okay..."

If Jiang Shun'an hadn't shouted, Shu Murui would probably have used a little more force.

"Well, it looks good," Shu Murui looked at the gift she gave with satisfaction, and patted him on the shoulder twice proudly, "Yes, my vision is good."

"Is it okay?" Jiang Shunan pulled the scarf to breathe, his throat was sad, and he coughed twice: "Put harder, and I can wear it into the coffin together."

"Shh...don't talk nonsense."

Shu Murui suddenly put a finger on Jiang Shunan's mouth and almost stuck it in his nose.

"Don't talk about coffins, it's unlucky, you know that."

Jiang Shunan opened her fingers and replied impatiently: "I know, I won't talk about it in the future."

Really, who did you learn to mess with people after drinking?

"I'm telling you the truth."

Shu Murui suddenly yelled, her hair was scattered on her shoulders, her eyes dazzled, but she stared straight at Jiang Shunan, which was really scary.

"what happened?"

Could there be something wrong with this wine?

Jiang Shunan was a little scared, and shook her shoulder: "Mu Rui, Mu Rui, are you okay?"

"fine."

Shu Murui was stunned for a while, put his hands on half of his face, and said slowly: "You, hiccup, you don't know, you don't know how I got here that night."

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