I was raised by the BOSS in the infinite copy

The person sitting on the sofa didn't make a sound for a long time, Gui Ming couldn't help but walked a little further, he didn't bother to explain how he got here at this moment, he just wanted to see the man's face.

When I left the master at that time, it was actually a little unpleasant. I remember that he and the master suddenly had a big fight because of a very trivial pettiness. After the quarrel, no one paid attention to the other. The master who wanted to send him off never showed up.

In my impression, the master is a man with a knife mouth and a tofu heart. In fact, he has great expectations for him, but he is unwilling to admit it. Instead, he will arrange many tasks for him, such as cutting vegetables twice a day. hours, at least five recipes a day, and special wrist exercises for flipping pots, at least half an hour...

"Others think that being a chef is just cooking, so I just laughed, how is it so easy! Do you know how hard it is now? Are you tired? Do you really think being a chef is so easy?"

"However, although hard work is hard, no matter what you do, it will still be rewarded. Your master and I can support so many people, because of this craft!"

"You said you want to make money, you want to stand up and be an upright man!? Then everything you do now is worth it!"

"Don't act coquettishly with me, if you can't finish it, you can see how I punish you! Did you hear me!"

But it really didn't meet his requirements, he seemed to have completely lost his memory, the so-called "punishment" disappeared, but patiently guided him what he didn't do right and what he didn't do well.

"Why do you feel so tired when chopping vegetables? It's because you're not doing it right. Look at how I cut... Do you understand? Forget it, take it with your hand, this...yes...yes! That's it It's very simple!"

……

"There is actually a little trick here. I didn't tell you before. I'm afraid that you always want to take shortcuts when you encounter something. How to do it better...Come on, let me tell you this little trick, after using it, the whole taste will rise to a higher level, close this hand, you can go out and open a shop without any problem!"

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"Master..." Guiming walked to the sofa, and after a few steps, the voice of the master kept echoing in his ears, some harsh, gentle, with a little smile, and...

The man on the sofa looked back at him, his face became rounder, and the hair that was slightly bald before suddenly went bald to the back of his head, revealing a smooth and shiny forehead, his eyebrows were still thick, and his temples were dyed a little. A little frosty white, those eyes are the same as before, big, round and black, people have double eyelids, he almost has triple eyelids, and the bags under the eyes are also thick and heavy, now falling down, showing a slightly dull expression.

Guiming couldn't help but want to laugh, and he did. The master is round and bulging. Although he tried his best to put on a majestic expression, he still had a slightly joyful appearance. Born with a three-point smile, he used to pretend to threaten him, saying that he lost his temper very badly, and everyone around him was afraid of him.

There is really no convincing.

The master's surname is Zhou, usually called Master Zhou, Chef Zhou, and Guiming saw the name tag on his work clothes, which said three words of three yuan, not to mention, it fits his appearance quite well.

He had been laughing for a long time, and the master still hadn't recovered. He stared blankly at Guiming for a while, and then, as if frightened, he sat up from the sofa, his eyes widened slightly, and his mouth first said He called out uncertainly, "Ming Tsai?"

Guiming: "It's me."

Master: "Mingzi! God, you've grown so big!?" He stretched out his fleshy palm and stroked it in mid-air: "You were only a little older before..." Then he put down his hand, his face She smiled embarrassingly: "He is good-looking, and he is also handsome. He is a good boy."

He kept his eyes glued to Gui Ming's body and refused to move away, rubbing his palms together: "Oh, you haven't eaten since you came here, right?"

He walked around the sofa, walked towards Guiming, smiled again, and said, "It's been a long time since you have eaten the dishes cooked by your master..." Then he paused: "...It's the third year of junior high now ?”

Guiming gave a "hmm", and the master said again: "Is the course still up to date? I said at the time that you should go to school. You have a bright mind. It would be a pity if you don't study..."

"You study late, you must be struggling! I..." He looked around and found that this was not the kitchen he was used to staying in. He didn't find anything, so he said, "I'll go to the kitchen and cook for you. Be smart..."

As he said that, he was about to get up and go out, but Gui Ming quickly stopped him.

Guiming: "No, really no."

He was a little bit dumbfounded: "Where is the master who cooks and washes the dust for the apprentices? I haven't seen you for so long. It's my fault. It should be me who cooks for you. Let you see my skills."

The master looked disgusted, and pushed Gui Ming's hand back: "You are a student from a family, and reading is your serious business. What kind of food are you doing!? Don't talk about my ingredients. I saw you were young at the time, so I opened my eyes. Turn a blind eye, now that you are so old, you have read a lot of books, and you know what you need to know."

As he said that, he laughed jokingly and said, "What's the matter, do you still want to be a chef? Really..."

Guiming: "It's good to be a chef."

The master couldn't make it through this time: "What's so good! I worked so hard to earn so little money!"

Gui Ming: "...that's not what you told me earlier."

Master: "..."

The two stared at each other, and neither could convince the other. In the end, the master softened first: "It's not that you are not allowed to learn, but you are a student now, and reading is the most important thing. When you finish reading..." He laughed He said: "Look at you, you are handsome, you are smart in reading, and you can cook. What a good condition. What kind of girl are you looking for that you can't find?"

Guiming suddenly remembered that he had a big fight with Master because of something, and he seemed to be saying the same thing, and suddenly became stubborn, just like him now, he really wanted to say "don't look for it", but this After a while, he looked at the smooth top of the master's head, and the tall and mighty person in his impression suddenly became short and old, and he suddenly became weak and fragile.

Guiming thought.

So much so that he couldn't bear to say too harsh words, he just kept silent, but he didn't know how to express his point of view.

The atmosphere became a little stalemate for a while, until Liu Youren couldn't stand it anymore, and interrupted: "Master, Mr. Xiao finally came here, and he also wanted to do a filial piety for you and serve you, but you actually wanted to He sits down and waits for you to serve him, how can he be so happy?"

The master's gaze had been glued to Guiming before, so that he completely ignored the two people behind Guiming. When Liu Youren spoke, he moved his eyes away from Guiming, as if he had just discovered these two people.

I saw this middle-aged man who had no temper just now, his face darkened as soon as his eyes fell on Liu Youren and the others. He took a step forward and blocked Guiming behind him, like an old hen guarding its chicks. Separate Guiming from Liu Youren and the others, and then look at Liu Youren and Wang Daquan with a wolf-like gaze, with a vigilant voice: "... who are you?"

Guiming wanted to explain: "...they are my friends."

The master said in an unbelievable tone: "How can you be friends with such a dubious person?!"

Wang Daquan: "..."

Liu Youren: "..."

The master turned his head and pointed at Wang Daquan and Liu Youren, and said to Guiming, "You study hard in school, how can you make friends with such... people who are in the society?"

Liu Youren suddenly didn't know how to defend himself from "not three and four" to "social mess": "..."

Guiming couldn't help it: "You don't care what friends I make!" Then he felt that his tone was bad, so he said, "I didn't mean that."

Master: "..." He put down his hands a little dejectedly: "You are grown up now, and you don't listen to your master anymore."

Guiming: "...I didn't, that's not what I meant!"

Master continued to use that kind of dejected tone and a little bit of grievance: "Master can't be your master, no matter what kind of friends you want to make, master can't be your master..."

Gui Ming: "..." He couldn't help but get dizzy, and said a little madly: "They are the passers-by who came to join me by themselves, and I know everything!"

Master: "..."

The surrounding air froze instantly.

Guiming smashed the jar: "I know this is a dungeon, I came here with the key, and I brought Uncle Shuanzi, but he doesn't know where he is now, Master, if you are the boss in this dungeon, can you Do you want to bring Uncle Shuanzi here?"

Zhou Yuan: "..."

After Guiming finished talking with his eyes closed, he saw that the master had been silent, so he opened his eyes slightly—then he saw the master walking back to the sofa with heavy steps, sat down, hugged his knees, and curled up into a ball , trying to show his weak, pitiful and innocent appearance: "What boss, I'm just an ordinary cook, I finally made it to the end, now I can breathe a sigh of relief, I don't know what you are talking about at all."

Guiming: "..."

He held back his amused voice, and elongated his voice: "...Master——I don't mean to despise you..."

The master raised his head slightly, and Guiming walked over, sat on the other side of the sofa, his legs stretched out, and his hands rested on his knees: "...I'm actually surprised, but..."

He puffed up his whole face, let out the air again, then sighed, and said in a tone of what else to do: "The thing has already happened, so I can only accept it, Master, I actually want to It's quite open, just a dungeon...it doesn't matter whether you are a BOSS or an NPC, you are all my closest people, I know there is absolutely no way for you..."

Master slowly lowered his legs, with a thoughtful expression on his face: "..."

Guiming saw that he was not as repulsive as before, so he smiled, and took credit for himself: "When I came, I happened to be with this group of passers-by, and they mistakenly thought that I was the kind of very powerful I will scare them so that they will not dare to act rashly!"

The master sighed in a complicated but somewhat gratifying tone: "...Mingzi, you have become so powerful now?"

Gui Ming said: "So don't worry, Master, I will protect you well."

Master: "..."

He let out an "ah" and said in a reassuring tone: "I will try my best to let you protect me."

Guiming felt that this was a bit strange, but he couldn't say it was strange for a while.