smell you

"Then what exactly do you want me to do?" Li Zhexi knew very well in his heart that the gap in strength made the stereotypes mess up.

Chen Gui gritted his teeth and said: "There is still one month left. There are ten dishes for team competitions, and three hot dishes for individuals. We have to hire someone to train those boys specially.... How unfair is this, the hotel business is so good, usually I'm tired from work, so I don't think they have a lot of time, so I don't have time to study!"

Li Zhexi stared at the screen, feeling a little restless.

Please, return one.

Chen Gui rolled his eyes: "Dr. Li, I have to take care of those boys under my command. They don't work for a day, so I have to take care of them for a day. The hotel does this, it doesn't give you face, it doesn't give me a way to survive... Are you still in contact with that guy?" Xiao Song? Since people don’t appreciate it, it’s fine, being a catcher is not a business, and when the time comes, you can’t be friends but enemies..."

Li Zhexi finally looked straight at Chen Gui: "Is it wrong for me to want to be friends with him?"

"This kind of thing requires mutual consent. Now you have to concentrate on dealing with the situation in front of you—"

Li Zhexi asked sternly: "You mean that I am trying to make things difficult for others?"

Chen Gui adjusted his black-ringed glasses, and stroked his hair: "Yes! He was living a good life, but you have to intervene, just like I used to manage the hotel kitchen well, so Master Jiang's apprentice had to come with me. Do you think the chairman and the general manager miss me? Do you feel the hard work of us people?"

"Do you think Xiao Song...does he really hate me?"

Chen Ji said irritably: "I'm not the roundworm in his stomach... You have done so much, has he thanked you? Are you happy? I really like someone, and WeChat will definitely reply in seconds."

Li Zhexi stared at Song Zeyou's WeChat ID, maybe Xiao Song didn't see the message he sent.

Chen Gui said: "Dong Li, what do you think should be done about this matter?"

Li Zhexi looked at him, and said for a long time: "Maybe you are right....Since the group arena is set, let's choose a few people to fight against. Why are you panicking? It's not a big deal. Run you like this."

"..." Nima, this is sitting and talking without back pain.

Chen Gui left angrily and figured out a way by himself.

Song Zeyou knew nothing about this.

He goes to and from get off work every day, either staying in the company to exercise, or going back to the dormitory to play games.

One month passed, Li Zhexi was completely forgotten by him, but lawyer Yang Chengjun seemed to be getting closer to him.

It was the rest day again, and Song Zeyou went home on Saturday night.

His brother is very busy now because he has set an engagement date.

"Spend so much money to take wedding photos, but also put lipstick on me. You said that I am a big man who puts on powder and lipstick. It's simply——this photo studio is too poor. You should never take pictures there in the future."

Song Zeyou laughed: "Brother, you can't say this in front of your sister-in-law, she bought durian."

"Liu Lian is nothing, she even raises cactus." Song Zeyong looked like he was about to cry.

Song Zeyou said suddenly: "I heard that your hotel held a cooking competition?"

"It seems there is."

"When will the competition start?"

"The competition should be over. It wasn't in Tianhao. I think Wenfeng and Chef Chen went to City W with them."

Song Zeyou frowned and said, "Your chef won?"

"I don't know, no one said anything."

"Oh, that must be lost."

Song Zeyong hurriedly said: "Don't talk nonsense, Tianhao's chef team is very strong, and Master Jiang's young apprentice is only in his early twenties, so how much experience does he have? Without the cover of Master Jiang and the big group of senior brothers, a few fools Boy, what's the weather like?"

Song Zeyou said: "The French-style baked Boston lobster we ate last time was the most successful among all the lobsters I have ever eaten. It is said that famous teachers produce outstanding apprentices, and if they dare to shout, they naturally have guns in their hands."

"Then even if Master Jiang's little apprentice wins, what does it have to do with us?"

Song Zeyou sighed: "Brother, don't even think about it, why is there such a cooking competition?"

"It's said to be a cooking competition, so naturally it's all about cooking."

"..." The big-hearted person is not troubled.

Song Zeyong got up: "I'll go and see your sister-in-law. It took me so long to break a durian. What do you think women are good for? Don't move, just wait and eat."

Song Zeyou had no choice but to sit down.

Downstairs in the kitchen.

Tang Tang said "Ah—" and hurriedly covered his fingers, his fingertips were pierced, and the pain died.

Song Zeyong came down from upstairs, just happened to see it, and hurriedly shouted: "Don't touch Dulian again, let me see, is there any blood?"

Tang Tang put his fingers in his mouth and said, "It's okay... Guess what I saw in the hotel today?"

"The more you know, the faster you die."

"Dare to curse my old lady, be careful to kill you. I went to the administrative building at noon today, and I saw Director Li."

Song Zeyong said speechlessly: "What's so strange about this, he's the director, it's not normal if he doesn't go. Get out of the way, I'll do it, bring a plate over here."

Tang Tang took the plate obediently, "Dong Li has lost a lot of weight, and the general manager's flattery is so nasty, I have goosebumps all over my body, and I am almost cancerous from embarrassment, haha——Let me show you. "

Tang Tangxue's general manager showed eight teeth in his smile, and that cute fake smile made Song Zeyong collapse immediately.

"Mr. Li, what instructions do you have? It won't be over until you make a phone call. It's so cold, and you still have to come all the way—"

She imitated Li Zhexi again, with rotten legs: "I'm bored, let's see if the fish in the hotel is fresh."

Tang Tang laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist, Song Zeyong didn't understand what was so fun about it.

"You don't know the general manager's embarrassing expression. Later, I heard from Manager Wang that the general manager wanted to invite Master Jiang to deal with Chef Chen and the others. The cooking competition was started, and it turned out that Master Jiang's apprentice really won. , but Li Dong has already pulled out the bottom line and spent a lot of money to poach Master Jiang's apprentice, and now it seems that he is going to take over a newly opened star hotel in W City."

Song Zeyong dug out a small spoonful and fed it into Tang Tang's mouth: "You are just eating radishes and worrying about them, this has nothing to do with us."

Tang Tang rolled his eyes: "The general manager looks ugly now, and he probably needs to change his thigh to hug him. Director Li is so amazing... I heard that he is only 32 years old, and you are only three or four years behind him. Why is the gap so big? "

Song Zeyong dug out the durian meat fiercely, "Why don't you compare him with Obama? What's the point of pulling it on me?!"

Tang Tang pouted: "That's what I said. Unfortunately, I really don't understand what your brother thinks."

Song Zeyong said solemnly: "Don't talk too much, girls, this is my brother's business, he can do whatever he likes."

"That's what I said."

"What do you know, my brother has a strong self-esteem and is very wary of strangers. Li Zhexi thinks he is repaying a favor, but you haven't seen him showing the face of showing favor."

"Is there? How can there be? I don't think so, but I think Li Dong was so polite, his tone was gentle, and his expression was filled with joy. It didn't look like a fake at all, but it was your little brother who was cold and loving. You don't care about it. If you didn't know your little brother's temperament, others would think he took Joe."

"Girls, what do you know?"

"Hey--"

Song Zeyou stood at the corner of the stairs and heard the conversation in the kitchen clearly.

Li Zhexi has always had means, and he has experienced this himself.

Li Zhexi invited him to watch the cooking competition. With such a relaxed attitude, it is estimated that at that time, all the countermeasures had been put into practice, and Master Jiang's young apprentice had already been poached. form.

It is conceivable that the general manager applauded the victory of Master Jiang's young apprentice, and when Li Zhexi announced that this senior apprentice would move into another hotel, the general manager's sad expression.

Li Zhexi's attack was so sharp, whoever hit him in the face would immediately hit back ten times and a hundred times.

Strategized and well-thought-out, whoever is his enemy will be miserable.

Therefore, such a person can neither be a friend nor an enemy, and it is better to keep them at a respectful distance.

……

At noon the next day, Song Zeyou didn't eat at home again. Since he and Yang Chengjun became friends, they made appointments every rest day.

Every meal appointment is a treat for Mr. Yang Cheng. Although Mr. Yang Cheng is for investigation, sometimes the topic always goes wrong without knowing it.

The lawyer would tell him many strange cases. It is undeniable that he felt very happy. The time they spent together was always very short, and he was actually looking forward to the next meeting.

Song Zeyou was walking towards the alley with a briefcase in his hand, and from a distance he saw Yang Juncheng looking down at his phone and waiting.

Yang Chengjun is really outstanding.

Excellent taste and elegant temperament.

Whether it's character, temperament, height, appearance, career income, etc., they are all in a high-level state. No wonder sometimes they have a meal, and lawyers keep calling, and most of them are beauties asking for appointments.

If we talk about the shortcomings, it is too gentle, and he speaks softly when rejecting someone, and he still smiles when talking on the phone.

Compared with Yang Chengjun, I am not only inferior at 01:30.

But Yang Chengjun said: "From the perspective of the world, my conditions are good. But from my point of view, Ah You's conditions are also good."

Song Zeyou smiled wryly and said, "I'm not bad. I'm not 1.8 meters tall, and I'm not 180 square meters."

Yang Chengjun: "These are still worldly views, I think you are good, it is very easy to eat and chat with you."

Song Zeyou was speechless: "You're not a woman, you think I'm good and useless. My family is desperately trying to arrange a blind date for me. I don't have a car or a house. Is it possible to succeed?!"

"Women are too blind. If you really think I'm good, why don't we do basic calculations."