Boss Su is so pretentious

"Graduated from an institution of higher learning, master at least two foreign languages, cook according to the taste of the boss (do not eat coriander), keep secret, have good facial features, can play and fight, and are sensitive to cameras?"

Qian Xiyang was so powerless to complain, this kind of fresh and refined request, and did not write clearly the specifics, who knows what his taste is!

"Yes, don't look at the strict requirements, you happen to be satisfied," Aunt Yang continued to induce: "The annual salary is 20!"

Qian Xiyang managed to regain his sanity under the lure of money: "Auntie, you, the nephew of your second aunt's neighbor's aunt, won't be a big brother in society, right?"

Aunt Yang was puzzled: "Xiaoqian, you should really become an actor, you have too many plays."

Qian Xiyang muttered in a low voice, "I'm an actor..."

"My little nephew is a well-known actor, and he wants to pick an accompanying chef. Auntie can't tell you who he is yet, but I can assure you that my little nephew is definitely a good and honest person!" Aunt Yang said when He joked and continued to persuade: "If you are interested, my daughter is his assistant. When she comes back, you can go for an interview. After you are admitted, you will know who your little nephew is!"

Qian Xiyang was a little hesitant at the moment, he was not sure if that person was really serious, but when he thought of the number "20"!He is very itchy, this money is not enough for his classmates to grit their teeth, but it is still a lot for him now.

"Okay, I'm willing to go, auntie, thank you so much, tell me, what should I do?"

"You, just clean up. When my daughter comes back the day after tomorrow, I'll send you a WeChat message. Just bring a copy of your previous job application."

"Ok!"

The first thing Qian Xiyang did when he got home was to lock the door, skip around to open his closet, choose a good match from a group of old clothes, try them on in turn, finally choose the clothes, take off the coat and throw it on the bed , I jumped into the bathroom by myself, wiped off all the dust and dust on the cosmetics one by one with a rag, washed my face, put on light makeup for myself, and shaved off all the long beard I had grown so hard.

"Damn it, I feel like I'm ten years younger!"

Qian Xiyang made a concave pose in front of the mirror: "Qian Xiaokui! Come on!" He made another gesture of throwing the can: "Too gay! The ant race has been running for ten years! Be sober!"

Then the sober man put on his coat, hummed a little tune and went downstairs to work part-time in a milk tea shop.

He planned to ask the owner for a day off. If he was successfully hired, he would come back and resign. If he failed, he would continue to work. After the chef certificate was issued, he would go to the hotel to find a job.

Qian Xiyang used to rely on his handsome appearance to attract many customers for the milk tea shop. Now that he has shaved off his beard and put on light makeup, his frowns and smiles almost take away the soul of the little girl. People, today, when feminist consciousness is slowly awakening, masculinity is not too much.

Otherwise, why are most of the crew sent to the TV station to eat with the female leader and exchange plots with handsome guys?

It's easier to sell dramas this way, everyone knows that.

"Your lemon black tea, be careful of getting hot."

"Oh, good," the little girl in school uniform took the bag with a blushing face, and muttered softly, "Little brother, you are very handsome today..."

"Thank you," Qian Xiyang pursed his lips and smiled, "Actually, I didn't get a haircut today. I'll be more handsome tomorrow."

"Are you going to debut as an idol?" The little girl's eyes sparkled.

"I'm going to be a chef." Qian Xiyang replied warmly with a smile.

Yang Jiayin had long heard her mother talk about the young man next door, saying that he was filial, good-looking, humorous and considerate. She even asked her mother for a selfie of the young man's circle of friends.

Emmmmmm, this kind of weird selfie angle and unshaven face, her mother is blinded by something, thinks this guy is good-looking, and still scolds her for not being good enough for him?

The resume photo he sent seems to have good facial features and an excellent face, but everyone knows that the photos on the resume are generally beautified by photographers for you, not to mention that his ID photo is too good-looking, and it is a little too cute Reliability too!

Ha ha.

Yang Jiayin didn't think she was bragging, but with her face, she could at least beat that sloppy man ten blocks away!

But her mother couldn't refuse the things her mother entrusted her to do. Besides, this young man took good care of her mother, so he still had to pay back the favor.

"Aunt Yang, here I come!"

Yo, I miss Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here.

Hearing the knock on the door, the old lady hurriedly came out of the bedroom with her slippers on: "Jiayin, are you deaf? Why are you standing there! Go and open the door for me!"

"Oh……"

Yang Jiayin played with her mobile phone slowly and moved towards the door.

"Hurry up!"

"Got it! Mom!"

Yang Jiayin took three steps in parallel, with a professional smirk on her face, holding the doorknob in her hand, and opened the door.

"Hello."

His clear voice was as clean as his appearance.

The hair with permed texture is combed at three to seven points, and the hair at the sideburns and the back of the head is thinned. It is a refreshing and simple Undercut.

Thick eyebrows, peach blossom eyes, high nose bridge, thin lips, mature and sexy wheat-colored skin.

A white shirt with a round neck sweater, a black down coat, black trousers, and a casual gray backpack.

"What's the stupid boy doing in a daze? Can't you see that this is your Brother Xiaoqian?" Aunt Yang pulled her daughter aside full of disgust, turned around and warmly greeted Qian Xiyang to change her slippers: "Xiaoqian, I cleaned up very energetically today. Ah, come in and sit down and drink a glass of water."

What the fuck?

Who are you handsome?

that……

A sloppy man with plastic surgery?

"Xiaoqian, look at my daughter, she's so stupid, don't look down on her, don't you feel bad about it?"

Yang Jiayin: emmmmm?Mother?

"No, she is quite cute, auntie, if your daughter is really stupid, she won't let you worry so much." Qian Xiyang changed into slippers and sat down on the sofa in the living room with Aunt Yang: "Having such a smart and independent daughter , is luck."

Yang Jiayin: Huh!The little brother's mouth is too sweet!

She took the document bag from Qian Xiyang, walked to the other side of the sofa and sat down: "Mom, listen to what people say, learn from it!"

She carefully read the resume and relevant supporting materials in the file bag, and asked a few related questions from time to time. She had heard Qian Xiyang's previous experience from her mother countless times, but the same content was different in her own statement. a feeling.

An embarrassing dream-chasing story, not all the hard work can be rewarded, and not all the hard work can water the flowers of success. This is the case with Vanity Fair, especially today with the rapid development of all walks of life. .

"I personally think your conditions are very good." Yang Jiayin looked sincerely at the young brother with a story: "But my boss's mouth is really too picky, you have to be mentally prepared, and don't be too frustrated if you fail. , you will definitely shine elsewhere and become an excellent chef."

"Okay, I see." Qian Xiyang said softly, "Thank you for your encouragement, I will work hard."

Oops, this smile... feels like a heart attack!

Yang Jiayin glanced at her mother from the corner of her eye: Mom, can I have a try with him?

Aunt Yang gave her a look: You think so beautifully.

Qian Xiyang asked again: "It's not convenient for Miss Yang to disclose your boss's specific eating habits?"

Yang Jiayin shook her head: "I still don't know the details. My boss likes everything delicious. He has a bad stomach and rarely eats takeaway."

Qian Xiyang: "..."

This sentence is really...not informative at all!

After the two had made a preliminary agreement, Yang Jiayin drove Qian Xiyang to the interview location.

Along the way Qian Xiyang chatted with Yang Jiayin, looking at the scenery outside the window, he himself has a slight road idiot, the kind that can’t live without GPS navigation, of course, sometimes he can’t find the way with GPS, but it’s just is "sometimes".

Seeing the car go all the way, get stuck all the way, stop and go, turn around, and finally drive into the villa area with strong security.

The car stopped at one of the places with mountains, waters and rivers. Qian Xiyang looked at the complex two-story villa in front of him, and then at the miniature golf course inside. He took a deep breath, ah, what the hell is it!Let the smell in the air be so damn sweet?

It's money!

Guided by Yang Jiayin, he walked through the ingeniously arranged garden and stepped into the gate of this magnificent villa. After changing the shoe covers, Qian Xiyang walked into the changing room under Yang Jiayin's guidance, changed into a chef uniform, and was about to start recruiting. The main event - stir-fry.

He opened the refrigerator, picked out suitable ingredients from it, and thought about the cooking method in his mind.

Chai, rice, oil and salt are the breath of life, frying and steaming are tools to stimulate appetite, and the color, fragrance and shape are the unique romance that the chef presents to the guests.

"Tao Te Ching" has a saying: "Governing a big country is like cooking a small fish."

Qian Xiyang doesn't know how to govern a big country, he is only good at cooking small fish.

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Yes, this article is being edited hahaha