The president makes me cook every day

In the following week, Fang Minghao would always appear in the restaurant from time to time, sometimes he was dragged by Yu Xiaorong to taste the dishes, sometimes he made jokes with Xiao Taotao, and most of the time he leaned at the door to watch the kitchen. Not a word was said.

Just looked at myself silently.It’s so romantic~! Yang Xiaowen seems to be floating in the clouds every day, as if her every move is under a pair of hot and affectionate eyes.

Today, Yang Xiaowen is wearing a grapefruit-colored lipstick and a thin foundation.She was waiting for when Fang Minghao was finally ready, and mustered up the courage to speak the first sentence to herself.

There are so many orders every day, and more and more, it seems that I can't keep busy.Finally, the business was suspended one afternoon, because Yu Xiaorong was invited to participate in a food event, Xiao Fei went to discuss the opening of a chain store, Xiao Taotao went shopping for beauty treatment, and Liu Hailong contacted to buy ingredients.

Originally, the chefs in the back kitchen could rest for half a day, but none of them went home.Yang Xiaowen wanted to see Fang Minghao again, Qiao Fan wanted to try some new soup, and Lu Ziqiang wanted to improve his knife skills.

Brother Qiang recently encountered a bottleneck in his career as a chef. Recently, Liu Hailong complained most about his poor knife skills, uneven dicing, and slow speed.He even blamed all this on Brother Qiang being born left-handed. According to Liu Hailong: "Holding a knife in the left hand fundamentally violates the design of all kitchen utensils, just twisting."

Xiao Taotao laughed a little when he heard it, but it left a shadow in Brother Qiang's heart. He has been a chef for so many years, except for the first few years when he was an apprentice, he has never been picked on by anyone in such a face.

Brother Qiang held his breath in his heart, so he tried his best to practice the knife skills of his right hand.

"Kang kuang kuang—chop chop—"

The back kitchen was full of Brother Qiang's angry cutting of vegetables, Yang Xiaowen got a headache from being fired, and finally couldn't take it anymore, she looked around, then walked past Fang Minghao shyly, and went to the bathroom to make up for it. Lipstick is gone.

"Huh—" Yang Xiaowen tried to calm her breathing, suppressing her heartbeat with the sound of rushing water.

Because someone followed her from behind, following her all the way out from the back kitchen. It was the sound of a man's footsteps, slow, firm and powerful.

Yang Xiaowen felt that she was ready, and when she turned around, the tall Fang Minghao appeared right behind her!

1, 2, 3—

She was thinking silently in her heart, the sound of water in the sink stopped, she clenched her hands very nervously, and then turned around gently.The tall figure really walked towards him.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Qiao Fan looked at Yang Xiaowen curiously.

"Oh! You? What is it... You are so frightening!" Yang Xiaowen turned from shame to anger, biting her red lips angrily.

"Hahaha! Why me? Who do you think?" Qiao Fan seemed to see what Yang Xiaowen was thinking.

"I thought it was haunted!" Yang Xiaowen just turned to leave, but was stopped by Qiao Fan, who lowered his voice with an unpredictable expression.

"Xiaowen, do you think our new boss is gay?"

"Huh?" Yang Xiaowen never thought that Qiao Fan would suddenly tell him this, her eyes flickered, and she suddenly showed a gossip expression.She and Qiao Sen have worked together for almost two years, and they still have a tacit understanding, especially when it comes to gossip. "You mean... the big boss, or the little boss?"

The big boss is Xiao Fei, and the small boss is naturally Yu Xiaorong.The big boss is cold-faced and cool, but the little boss is a little confused. If anyone is more gay, the first thing that pops up in Yang Xiaowen's mind is naturally Yu Xiaorong.After all, she also followed Chen Dongyang×Yu Xiaorong, a typical domineering president, Xiao Baihua, following the magical Lalang post on the Internet. She has always liked this kind of thing.

She had an opinion in her heart, but she didn't say it out loud. She wanted to wait for Qiao Fan to speak first, which was the basic way of protecting herself from gossip.

Qiao Fan smiled slightly, leaned on the sink and lit a cigarette for himself without haste, took a deep breath and said, "I see, they are all." He stretched out his two thumbs With the index finger, gently pinch them together.

"! You mean...they are...a couple?" This sudden thought made Yang Xiaowen cover her mouth in surprise, Xiao Fei and Yu Xiaorong?She compared Yang Rong CP and Fei Rong CP in her heart. With the sense of smell of a corrupt girl for many years, she felt that the combination of Xiao Fei×Yu Xiaorong was a little strange.

"Impossible!" Yang Xiaowen thought for a while before expressing her disgusting opinion: "It's impossible for the two of them, how could they be like a couple..."

"Who said it was the two of them? You said they were the two of them!" Qiao Fan was still watching Yang Xiaowen's excitement with a cigarette between his fingers, and then showed a meaningful expression: "You really didn't notice, you often The one who came to wander around the door, the way he looked at Mr. Xiao..."

"You nonsense! Nonsense!" Yang Xiaowen yelled suddenly, startling Qiao Fan.

"Hey, little girl, that's what I said... Hey, where are you going?" Before Qiao Fan could react, Yang Xiaowen had already plugged her ears and ran out.

impossible!Yang Xiaowen didn't believe it!She took three steps at a time and ran all the way back to the back kitchen, until her face felt hot and painful.

When another screen was turned and it was the back kitchen, Yang Xiaowen stopped suddenly. There was a buzzing in her head, but she suddenly heard the conversation between the two people in the back kitchen.

"What's the difference between holding a knife in your left hand and holding a knife in your right hand? It doesn't matter which hand holds the knife, as long as the strength and angle are right, plus muscle memory training, there will be no difference."

It was Fang Minghao's voice!

In so many days, it was the first time for Yang Xiaowen to hear Fang Minghao utter so many words coherently.

"Stop talking sarcastic!" The sound of chopping vegetables stopped, and Lu Ziqiang was somewhat exasperated: "If you want to do it, you can do it, or you can stand aside!"

As he spoke, he grabbed the handle of the knife with his backhand and put it in front of Fang Minghao. Yang Xiaowen hid behind the screen and poked her head quietly, looking inside.

Fang Minghao was standing in front of the cooking counter, and Lu Ziqiang was standing behind the cooking counter, and the two looked at each other.Yang Xiaowen couldn't see Fang Minghao's expression, but she could clearly see Lu Ziqiang's flushed face because of anger.

Fang Minghao didn't move.

Lu Ziqiang was still not angry: "You still have muscle memory, and those who don't cook should direct the cooking? If you can do it, you can do it. If you can't, don't beep."

As he spoke, he continued to chop vegetables, but Fang Minghao suddenly took a step forward and reached out to hold Lu Ziqiang's wrist down.

Yang Xiaowen covered her mouth, he, he touched his hand!He has never touched my hand or talked to me that much!

God!Fang Minghao is really gay!

Tears blurred Yang Xiaowen's eyes, making everything in front of her eyes distorted and erratic.

She watched Fang Minghao finish the kitchen knife in Lu Ziqiang's hand and arrange the ingredients on the whole case. Time seemed to slow down. The chaotic light surged from all directions with the tears pouring out of his eyes, dividing the world into pieces. .

"哐, 哐, 哐——" The blade hit the chopping board, and Fang Minghao could no longer remember the sound of cutting vegetables along his muscles and bones to his eardrums.

Brother Qiang is right, the feeling of cooking by yourself is always different from watching others cook.

Fang Minghao himself couldn't explain why he took the knife from Lu Ziqiang that day.He has always felt that he is not ready, and it is even impossible to be ready again, because as soon as he picks up the knife, 20 years of his apprenticeship will flash before his eyes.

Every day and every scene was suddenly pulled back to the front of my eyes.He never knew that he had such a good memory, he thought he had already forgotten it.

In French prisons, there are skills training courses specially set up for prisoners to ensure that prisoners can better return to society after they are released from prison.Fang Minghao had learned woodcarving at that time, and he thought that he might be a carpenter after he stopped being a chef.

He never told Xiao Fei about it, and originally planned to tell him after he finished his studies.But he failed to learn it in the end, because every time he picked up a knife, he would think of the feeling of holding a kitchen knife in his hand.

Muscle memory is true. At that time, he would subconsciously imagine what kind of wood he held in his hand as food.The better, faster, and more like he learns, the clearer he is reminded of the fact that he was a chef.

He had been a cook, the best kind of cook in the world.

"What are you doing? Come quickly, if you don't come and pull it down." Lu Ziqiang beside him became impatient, and his arm moved, as if he was about to take the knife back from Fang Minghao's hand after waiting for another moment. .

There was a shock on his body.

Fang Minghao suddenly held the handle of the knife tightly in his hand, so tight that he didn't know whether he was holding the knife or the handle of the knife was sticking to his hand.