Become a master of painting cakes in abusive essays

What Duanmu Zhengjie behind him was thinking and what conclusion he came to, Bian Yingning didn't know.

Basically, the Bian family’s industry holds more than two exchange meetings every year, and the original owner will attend every time, so that many people above the supervisor of the store know who their small boss is.

When Bian Yingning came in at a pace that her relatives did not recognize, the waiter hadn't stepped forward to say hello, but was pushed away by a manager who was smiling like a flower: "Little boss! Why are you here today when you are free, and you didn't say in advance? Nothing is ready yet!"

This is too much face for her, Bian Yingning smiled dignifiedly: "Don't be busy, I'm visiting a friend in the neighborhood today, and I just want to come here for lunch."

"Hey, this is my sister Duanmu. If you see her coming to eat in the future, you will greet her as if you were seeing my father?"

Duanmu Zhengjie: "?"

So, she is equal to her father?

"Okay, okay, Miss Duanmu!" The manager greeted Duanmu Zhengjie kindly.

Duanmu Zhengjie nodded, but remained silent.

"Then the little boss is going inside? There happens to be another box vacant."

"I won't take the private room anymore. I'll pack a few dishes and leave. I'll bring the menu." Bian Yingning looked at the situation of the restaurant. The business is still good, and there are basically no empty seats.

"Okay, okay." The manager brought the menu, and Bian Yingning asked Duanmu Zhengjie to order.

Thinking that since he was going to take it home, it would not be easy to order a Manchurian banquet. Duanmu Zhengjie ordered a corn tube bone soup with rice for Duanmu Zhenghao, and added a crispy goose and seasonal vegetables. He flipped through the menu and chose to order for himself. Ordered a simple fried beef river.

Although it is a little dry, I haven't eaten this for a long time, and I feel a little greedy.

Seeing that Duanmu Zhengjie ordered a Niuhe, the manager looked a little embarrassed: "The little boss, the chef who is better at making fried Niuhe is on vacation today, and the rest of the chefs may only have eight-point taste, so you don't mind it. ?”

Although the taste is only two points away, Bian Yingning's mouth is very good. The manager is afraid that Bian Yingning will be dissatisfied with the taste and criticize herself, so he wants to get a vaccination.

Bian Yingning was scanning the situation in the store, when she heard the voice, she looked at the menu: "It's all right, then I'll fry one for my sister myself."

Duanmu Zhengjie was stunned: "You... know this?"

This was really beyond her expectation.

Originally, she wanted to say who was frying or not, and she didn't pick anything as long as there was something to eat, but she didn't expect that Bian Yingning would do it herself.

"Miss Duanmu doesn't know that our little boss's cooking skills are not inferior to those of the chefs in our shop, and he is like a pillar in any shop he takes." The manager's flattering skills are very good.

The corner of Bian Yingning's mouth turned up: "It's alright, alright, don't exaggerate, I just stayed in the store to understand a little bit more."

The ancestor who opened the Bian family was originally a chef. Later, he opened his own shop and seized the opportunity to prosper, and then began to develop from food to housing, combining the two into one.

The original owner has been taught since childhood that if a good boss can only manage dryly, he will be deceived by others sooner or later and will not go far. Only by truly stepping into the industry can he move forward steadily.

So even though the original owner is only in his twenties this year, he has some accomplishments in Chinese and Western food production.

The way Duanmu Zhengjie looked at Bian Yingning began to change, and he didn't give a reason for the specific difference. Most likely, there was a little more gleam.

"Sister Duanmu, sit here, I'll fry a portion for you, soon." Bian Yingning put down her bag and rolled up her non-existent sleeves before going into the kitchen, Duanmu Zhengjie called to stop her.

"I... can I go in and have a look?"

Usually the back kitchens of restaurants are free for idlers to enter, but now Duanmu Zhengjie suddenly wanted to see the unknown side of Bian Yingning.

Bian Yingning smiled and said, "Of course you can, as long as you don't think the smell of oily smoke is too strong."

……

The back kitchen of the restaurant is very large, and now there are many customers outside, and the chefs are working hard to cook.

As soon as Duanmu Zhengjie's high-heeled shoes stepped into the place, he saw the flames and heat rising inside, the piercing sound of stir-frying and the dishes in the air thrown by the master's spoon, all of which made people unable to take their eyes off.

A sentence suddenly appeared, the worldly fireworks are the most soothing to the hearts of mortals.

"The smell of oily smoke is a bit heavy, sister Duanmu, how about waiting outside?" After Bian Yingning put on the white chef's uniform and high hat sent by the manager, her whole person changed instantly.

Duanmu Zhengjie looked at her quietly, shook his head and insisted on following her.

The cooker hood in the kitchen is still very powerful, but it was shocking at first sight, and it was acceptable when I came in.

The manager left a big pot for Bian Yingning, and helped to arrange and deliver all the side dishes. Bian Yingning put the dishes in a place where she could get them later, and asked the manager to order another melon and clam soup.

When she was done, she said to Duanmu Zhengjie: "Dry-fried Niuhe is hotter, drink a winter melon and clam soup to moisturize, and balance the two."

"Okay." Duanmu Zhenghao, who was wearing a serious suit, didn't fit in with the kitchen, but the calm posture she was standing by and watching did not make people feel weird.

Bian Yingning asked while boiling water and vegetables, "Sister, is there anything you don't want to eat?"

Duanmu Zhengjie looked at the side dishes, which included onions, sprouts and chives, and she whispered, "I don't like onions very much."

Bian Yingning was as happy as seeing a confidant at first, and then wrinkled her face and complained: "My sister is the same as me, I don't like onions either, I really can't accept the smelly and sweet feeling, although it It is very nutritious or what queen will follow."

Duanmu Zhengjie couldn't help laughing when she heard that a lady from a noble family was so weird like Bian Yingning, and then felt impolite and raised her hand to cover her mouth and nose lightly.

But it was too late, Bian Yingning even forgot to take out the scalded vegetables, as if seeing the lotus blooming in the elegant snow mountain.

"Sister, you look so pretty when you smile." Bian Yingning was infected by her smile, and also chuckled lightly.

Duanmu Zhengjie's smile narrowed for a moment and then widened: "You look so silly when you smile."

"?"What good?

Bian Yingning suddenly returned to reality.

I praise you for being good-looking and you praise me for being stupid?

Do you know if there is coming and going?

It's okay to praise her for being cute...

Forget it, when it comes to being cute, she can't help but think of Shang Qinghui's fat face, hum.

Take out the vegetables that have been blanched for a long time, Bian Yingning changed the water and re-watered the vegetables, took them out and poured clean water, wiped the pot dry, and put the beef in the oil...

Duanmu Zhengjie watched Bian Yingning complete the set in an orderly manner. In less than 10 minutes, a piece of fragrant, steaming and attractive fried noodles came out of the pan.

Bian Yingning first gave Duanmu Zhengjie two chopsticks in a small bowl for her to try, and she also took a sip.

"Well, it's really delicious, how can I be so good." Bian Yingning looked intoxicated.

Duanmu Zhengjie, who was surprised by the taste, swallowed the compliment along with the powder.

It's just that his eyes look at Bian Yingning from time to time, he can't praise it anymore, it's time to take off.

……

When I came out of the hospital, the sun was very bright, and it was completely impossible to see that it had rained not long ago.

"Ah, God of City H, it's as annoying as a woman's emotions." Bian Yingning sighed while standing on the side of the road, and asked the strongest bodyguard to line up for her to buy strawberry cheese milk tea.

Seeing the tall and strong bodyguard queuing up to buy milk tea among a group of younger sisters, Bian Yingning shook her head and sighed: "The world is getting worse."

The rest of the bodyguards around her just pretended that they couldn't hear anything.

After drinking the sweet and sour milk tea, Bian Yingning stretched her waist: "Call work, go home."

Let's do this for today's task first, she has to go back and work hard to inherit the family business.

……

At night, when Bian Yingning was scratching her hair for management studies, the sound of the system suddenly sounded.

A series of credits credited to her account directly knocked her into a coma.

"Hey, Shang Qinghui's mission is completed like this? I don't seem to have done anything yet."

Originally, all her points were spent when exchanging dance clothes for Shang Qinghui, leaving only a little cake painting experience. She thought it would be a difficult accumulation process, but she didn't expect that the tasks she had done these days were so valuable.

[Total host points: 2149 points, cake drawing experience: 35]

Now there are 2149 points, and Duanmu Zhengjie is currently doing tasks worth 50 points. From this point of view, she has accumulated 9999 points, isn't it just around the corner?

……

After class today, Bian Yingning was going to go to the cooking practice room, but Zhang Zhizhi held her back: "Remember, there is the last political class tonight, remember to come."

Political science class?

Bian Yingning flicked her hair: "I really forgot if you didn't remind me, what time is it?"

I remember the scene of sleeping in the physical and political class last time, as if it was only yesterday.

Hope that teacher has forgotten her.

"06:30 to 09:30." Zhang Zhizhi had an expression that she knew: "After the class, I will write the test paper and take the exam. Remember to come."

"Uh-huh."

However, before Bian Yingning got to the practice room, she received a call from Hua Cancan who had been silent for many days: "Where are you doing?"

"Studying at school."

Hua Cancan gave a disdainful smile over there: "Like you, come out and drink with me."

Bian Yingning frowned: "You're only drinking in the afternoon, Can Er, why don't you soak it in the wine tank and forget it."

"I don't care, will you accompany me?" Hua Cancan yelled over there.

Bian Yingning checked the time, it was past four o'clock.

"Okay, where are you?"

Hua Cancan sent Bian Yingning a location, it was a Japanese restaurant not far from the school.

Go to a Japanese restaurant for a drink?

……

When Bian Yingning arrived, she found that this place was different from the place she remembered eating sashimi and sushi, and there was a faint scent of sake.

Hua Cancan is a wine worm, where there is wine, there is her.

She opened a small private room, and the waiter in kimono took Bian Yingning to the door of the private room and opened the door for her, only to see Hua Cancan lying on the table, facing the door, staring at the wine glass, whether she was sitting or not.

Bian Yingning took off her shoes and walked in, and sat down opposite her. There were already four or five porcelain bottles and wine jugs on the table.

"What are you doing? What do you buy to get drunk in broad daylight?" Bian Yingning pushed Hua Cancan's forehead, she didn't move a single bit except for blinking her eyes.

"I ran away from home."

"Run away from home?" Bian Yingning frowned.

Hua Cancan is a bully at home, no one can control her except her aunt: "Are you fighting with your aunt again?"

"..."

Thinking of Hua Jiangrong's end in the original book, combined with the memory of the original owner, Bian Yingning also poured herself a glass of wine.

"Be nice to your aunt. It's not easy for her. Besides, she dotes on you and loves you. Don't keep arguing with her."