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The elder sister's expression was more exaggerated than eating a fly.

The other employees were also shocked when they heard it.

An Xiaodong gritted her teeth, turned to look at Qiu Yunjin, frowning, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I'm not talking nonsense. I'm indeed your husband."

Qiu Yunjin didn't feel at all that what he said shocked the others.

Still smiling, "I'll pick you up when you get off work, I'll go first."

After speaking, Qiu Yunjin really left, not disturbing An Xiaodong's work here.

And after Qiu Yunjin left, people from the back kitchen flocked to An Xiaodong, asking An Xiaodong non-stop.

Ask An Xiaodong, that man who looked so temperamental just now, is he really your husband?

Are you married at such a young age?

Your family conditions should be good, so why come to this small place to work?

I asked a lot of messy questions, nothing more than to satisfy my inner desire to gossip.Obviously, when they saw An Xiaodong yesterday, everyone still sneered at them, but today they asked around An Xiaodong, one or two felt that they had a good relationship with An Xiaodong.

And that gesture means that I asked you, so you must tell me.

An Xiaodong didn't bother to talk to this group of people, he didn't answer a single question.

Put on the kitchen clothes, put on the apron and go to work.

Those who didn't ask any questions immediately changed their faces when they saw An Xiaodong's back.

"Tch, what are you proud of? Who knows how to hook up with rich people."

"It's just that he looks so small. The man just now looked very mature. I don't know how the two of you know each other."

"Look at that noble look, it's disgusting."

……

These people are like face-changing actors, and they have brought the technical work of changing faces to the extreme.

The back kitchen is not very soundproof, and they haven't started cooking at the moment, An Xiaodong heard what they said.

Hearing about An Xiaodong, he also acted as if he hadn't.

Don't argue with jerks.

Even after arguing, I can't tell.

When the formal reception of guests began, the back kitchen began to be busy without touching the floor.

Originally there were four odd jobs in the back kitchen, two of them were fired at once, and the other who was in the same class as An Xiaodong was transferred to the morning shift.

Working alone, An Xiaodong didn't even have a chance to catch her breath.

After finally sorting out all the dishes that needed to be used, the meat was also brought out to the side dish chef, An Xiaodong just wanted to go out to get some air.

The chef called An Xiaodong to him.

"Did Tao Hu and Li Yang beat you last night?" the chef was talking to An Xiaodong while shaking the spoon.

"En." An Xiaodong nodded honestly.

"Then did someone you know beat them up again, and did it harder?"

"It should be." An Xiaodong didn't deny it.

With Qiu Yunjin's character, it is estimated that such a thing can be done, and even the chef can tell it, so this thing must be done.

"It's my fault, after all."

A plate of dishes was cooked, and the chef poured water into the pot, "I told them that you are obedient, that you are willing to endure hardships, and that you are a down-to-earth person. I guess it made them unhappy."

"It's nothing, they are that kind of people, not because of what you said, but also for other things."

An Xiaodong could tell from Huang Mao's words that day why he was targeted so much.

He doesn't blame the chef.

"I'm quite old, and I didn't miss it." The chef smiled and asked, "Do you want to learn how to cook? If you want to learn, I will teach you."

"Uh……"

An Xiaodong didn't know how to answer this question.

"I don't want to say anything to save face. I know that if I say I don't want to learn, it will hurt your face a little, but I still have to tell the truth, I don't really want to learn how to cook."

An Xiaodong is really not interested in cooking. He wants to get in touch with gardening more than cooking.

If it wasn't because of his delusional feelings towards Qiu Yunjin, if he wasn't too greedy, if only he could honestly be a brother to Qiu Yunjin.

Then maybe he has gone to learn gardening with Ye Weidan now.

"Hahaha... You are the first person who bluntly refused to be my apprentice."

"sorry."

"Haha, what's the matter, I'm just not interested in this kind of stuff—uh..."

While the chef was talking, he lost the pot in his hand and fell to the ground.

A lot of the vegetables in the pot fell directly on An Xiaodong's feet, and there was a piece of meat stuck to his ankle, it was too hot.

An Xiaodong didn't have time to take care of herself, she supported the chef and asked worriedly: "What's wrong with you?"

The chef supported the mobile stove, raised his head and said, "Turn off the fire on the stove first."

"it is good."

There was such a loud noise here that other people also gathered around.

The chef squatted on the ground for a long time and slowly recovered.

"Don't worry, it's an old problem of mine. I guess my blood pressure has risen again."

While talking, the chef got up and stood up, but he didn't stand up straight, and he leaned back. An Xiaodong hurried over to support him.

"Call 120 quickly."

"This is an old problem, and it will come over after a while." The garnish chef thought there was no big problem, so he said so.

An Xiaodong supported the chef, his hands were shaking.

The current situation is very similar to that of Mr. An.

Older people will have high blood pressure when they get old. Mr. An has been drinking since he was young, and later he has high blood pressure when he is old. Those in the An family don't care.

At first, Mr. An said he had a headache, but they all said it was an act. Later, Mr. An suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and had a stroke.

After the stroke, he was paralyzed on the bed and no one sent him to the hospital, so he passed away after less than half a month.

The current situation of the chef is not much different from that at that time.

"I said call 120 quickly."

I was in a hurry, and half an hour later the 120 ambulance came.

As soon as he arrived, the nurse measured the chef's blood pressure, which was already 180. An Xiaodong followed him to the hospital, and then ran up and down.

After finally being arranged in the inpatient department, An Xiaodong finally asked the doctor what was going on.

It turned out that the blood pressure was too high, causing a slight cerebral hemorrhage, but fortunately, the amount of bleeding was not large, and conservative treatment was enough.

The chef is now required to lie on the bed and not move. An Xiaodong took the chef's mobile phone and called his son.

As soon as the other party received the call, he said to rush back. At nine o'clock in the evening, a man of medium build and restrained temperament came to the ward.

An Xiaodong stood up as soon as she saw it, "Excuse me, are you..."

"I'm Tang Pinwen, Tang Futian's son. Thank you for sending my dad to the hospital today, and taking care of him here for so long."

"You're welcome." An Xiaodong moved away from the hospital bed, "The chef just took his medicine at 8:00, and he has fallen asleep right now."

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