luck on thursday

Someone half-truthfully said: "Joe, you have performed so well recently, this position must be you."

"Yeah, our chances are too small."

"Oh, if I knew it earlier, I wouldn't be lazy. I was scolded by the foreman last time."

Lin Qingyang paused for a moment, and laughed without any haze: "How can it be so simple, isn't it that you have to interview to become an assistant, maybe the chef thinks I'm not suitable for him?"

In this way, others also felt that it was possible. They chatted together for a while, and then dispersed for lunch.

Lin Qingyang casually picked up some sandwiches and salads in the lunch area, and when she was pouring drinks, she saw her roommate approaching and raised a smiling face: "Hi!"

The roommate also greeted him: "Where are you sitting, Joe?"

"There," Lin Qingyang pointed him to the direction of the seat, the two met at the same table, and the roommate looked at Lin Qingyang's lunch: "Really, Joe, I eat so little every day."

"Salad is healthier," Lin Qingyang shrugged indifferently, "and it's easy to get full with a little dry food."

The roommate poked him mercilessly: "It's to save money."

Lin Qingyang smiled and nodded: "Yes. You also know that I'm from out of town, so I have to save up enough money and go back." Then I paid back my friend's money, although Huai Ya refused to pay back the money when I was on the phone yesterday. thing.

The roommate pokes a piece of grilled sausage with a fork: "I can't do it, I can't eat such a vegetarian thing - and I can't do it during the weight loss period."

The bell for the afternoon shift rang quickly, and the helpers who were in a daze in the cafeteria stood up one after another. The foreman came from outside with a small work bell in his hand. Take it to the workshop.

It's just that today's foreman cleared his throat instead of leaving immediately after he ordered everyone.

Some people noticed this, thinking of the rumors they had heard before, they couldn't help but feel a little commotion, one spread two, two spread four, and a small earthquake was visible to the naked eye. They looked at the foreman eagerly, expecting him to say something fresh .

The foreman noticed too, but he ignored it and stuffed the bell into his pocket.

"I think you also know that Mr. Chef Bogg's assistant has just resigned, and now that gentleman is in great need of manpower."

He stood at the front and looked around everyone, "After five o'clock this afternoon, a small interview will be held on the fifth floor. Note that it is a small interview. If you have any ideas, you can go there by yourself."

The foreman walked in front, and the people behind were shaking, twittering like a group of sparrows who had never seen the world. Lin Qingyang mixed in with the sparrows, and everyone around him looked at him—after all, he was praised by the foreman in the morning meeting People who have been twice.

Lin Qingyang felt that he was under a lot of pressure. He cleared his throat, hoping to share some of the pressure: "Uh, in fact, Mr. Conrad is also very good, and so is Mr. Lark. The foreman also praised you in private last time..."

Lak sighed quietly: "However, he didn't say it to my face."

Lin Qingyang smiled awkwardly, didn't talk to him, and didn't know how to talk to him. This poor young man is not good at setting himself up a step down.

The interview was held in a small conference hall, and the process was very simple. All the participating employees walked around in front of Mr. Chef, introduced themselves nervously, and then mentioned a few words about their own strengths and any other items that they thought would add points , such as good craftsmanship, such as being diligent in hands and feet, such as speaking well, such as being good at singing and dancing...

Whoops, off topic.

The foreman stood behind Mr. Borg, whispering some advice to the elegant gentleman.

"Yes, Mr. Conrad has learned dessert skills for a day, and there was nothing wrong with replacing a dessert in an emergency last time."

"Mr. Rucker is very attentive, he's sensitive about hygiene, and . . . "

Lin Qingyang twisted his clothes nervously. He had never experienced such an immature interview. You must know that before any part-time jobs, he would directly talk to the boss, and he had never waited nervously with so many people.

The roommate chattered beside him: "I'm sure I can't, after all, I overslept last time."

Lin Qingyang continued to chatter: "I don't think so, I almost sprained my ankle when delivering food last time."

The roommate began chattering nervously: "Joe, you can definitely do it! You are the hardest worker among us!"

Lin Qingyang also chattered nervously: "You are the best one! The boss said to give you a bonus at the end of the year!"

The roommate said: "Ah! Joe, your eyes will fascinate Mr. Chef!"

Lin Qingyang said: "Ah! What a cute snub nose and curly hair you have!"

People around: "... Excuse me?"

There were not many people, and soon it was Lin Qingyang's turn.

He cleared his throat again, and walked forward: "Mr. Borg, I'm Joe Lunn, I..."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Chef stared at his face, and suddenly interrupted his voice, but his tone was softened, with a hint of appreciation: "I know you, Mr. Lun, there are often people who I heard the name in my ear."

"I'm honored." Lin Qingyang became more nervous, he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, even when facing Mr. Wilfred, who was much taller than him—that is, Louis, he was never so nervous.

Chef Borg has small eyes and a hooked nose. He originally had a rather mean face, but under the influence of his gentle personality all the year round, he has gradually become refined. However, when Lin Qingyang looked at this face, he always felt that it was a bit out of harmony. I don't know what I'm talking about.

Fortunately, Borg didn't make things difficult for him, he just asked some questions in a normal manner, and then let him leave the conference hall.

The roommate at the door turned around, waiting anxiously, and hurried to meet him when he came out.

"Joe? Joe! Is that you? How are you? How are you?"

Facing the soul torture of his roommate, Lin Qingyang slumped his shoulders in despair and let out most of his energy.

"It's not good at all," he sighed long in the face of his roommate's questioning gaze, "I don't even know if the words that come out of my mouth are grammatical!"

"So do I! My speech is a great disappointment!"

"Terrible!"

The two unlucky ghosts who didn't perform well squatted in the dormitory, hugging their heads and crying.

However, things always took a turn for the worse. Just when everyone put down their desire for promotion and put their attention back into work, Lin Qingyang received a message from the foreman: Informing him that he has become an apprentice to Chef Borg!

For a moment, the eyes of the entire staff cafeteria fell neatly on Lin Qingyang, and the foreman patted Lin Qingyang on the shoulder encouragingly, telling him to follow Mr. Boge to familiarize himself with the process in the afternoon.

As soon as the foreman left, the roommate screamed loudly, jumped on Lin Qingyang, and clapped him: "I knew Joe, you can definitely do it!"

There are also some helpers who have a good relationship with Lin Qingyang congratulating him, and they all came over and pinched the silly boy's shoulders, smiling and complimenting him.

Lin Qingyang's knife and fork scratched harshly on the dinner plate, but he didn't care anymore, what could be more important than becoming an apprentice chef!

He sneaked into the stairwell before work time in the afternoon, and couldn't bear to call Wyatt. His friend answered quickly, since it was a weekend after all.

The background sound on the other end of the phone was very noisy. It sounded like it was at a party in a certain store. Wyatt's ruffian and lazy voice came: "Hi dear Joe? You think of me. Hey! Be quiet Alright, I'll go out and answer the phone."

The background sound gradually became monotonous, and there seemed to be a piece of light music that Lin Qingyang was quite familiar with playing in the corridor, but he didn't care: "Didn't I tell you last time that I went to work in a restaurant?"

There was a smile in Wyatt's voice: "Yes. Why, the new boss gave you a raise?"

"It's not just a salary increase! Maybe everything will follow, such as benefits and bonuses..." Lin Qingyang trembled while covering the phone, "I became an apprentice chef! Apprentice chef!!!"

"Really?!" Wyatt was also taken aback.

"En!" Lin Qingyang nodded heavily, with a playful little curly hair dangling on her forehead, "In this case, maybe I won't be able to..."

His words came to an abrupt end, and he shouted awkwardly, "Mr. Borg!"

Lin Qingyang frantically whispered into the phone: "Let's talk tonight." After Wyatt responded, he hung up the phone.

Walking up slowly from the bottom of the stairwell, it was the Mr. Borg he was talking about.

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