luck on thursday

"Well, let me tell you one thing, Joe, don't be angry," the roommate suddenly and carefully pulled him to one side of the chair and sat down. Lin Qingyang was a little confused and didn't know what he wanted to say, "Mr. Assistant, didn't you resign voluntarily?"

He knew about this matter, and he discussed this topic with Mr. Borg at night. Mr. Borg explained that the two had disagreements, so he resigned.

Lin Qingyang blinked: "It is said that there is no agreement on something..."

The roommate looked up at the closed doors and windows, and said in a low voice, "I have a cousin who is very good friends with that assistant, and I got some news."

"for example?"

"That assistant is very similar to you," said the roommate, and although he said it was interesting to tantalize his appetite, it seemed that he couldn't hide it. Such a tall, clear, tall and good-looking boy, according to him, his previous assistant was also like this."

Lin Qingyang's heart tightened suddenly, he suddenly remembered the finger that slipped across the back of his hand tonight, he opened his eyes wide: "You mean..."

The roommate said: "My cousin has a good relationship with him, that's why I found out...it is said that Mr. Borg likes young boys!"

Lin Qingyang couldn't help saying: "Then, Mr. Assistant's resignation..."

"Correct!"

Lin Qingyang was so shocked that he couldn't speak. He thought of the visible intimacy of the two couples at Boge's house just now. There were only traces of two people living together. They had no children. Whether they didn't want it or they couldn't...

He got goosebumps all over again, stood up from the chair suddenly, and was about to rush out the door!

The roommate hurriedly stopped him, holding his arm to calm him down: "I know you feel uncomfortable, but maybe the information I inquired about is wrong! Joe, please calm down, if nothing happens, you will be fine. There is no position for an apprentice chef!"

That's right, as soon as Lin Qingyang's blood passed, his back suddenly turned cold.

His current plans for the future are all based on the fact that he can work in peace, make money steadily, stay here for half a year, then pay off the loan, and return to the normal life track. He can report with enthusiasm, or stay where he is. Resign and leave here... Then what will happen to him in the future?

Such a stable job, is it really necessary to...

The roommate saw that he was still, pulled him to sit on the bed, and sighed: "I know what you're thinking. Joe, otherwise you..."

Unexpectedly, Lin Qingyang interrupted him, looking extremely calm.

"I'll keep doing it first," he frowned, as if he was thinking about something, "If nothing happens, then it's best, if something happens..." He laughed, thinking of the past, his blue eyes slightly lowered Glancing, the look made the roommate stunned, "It's not like I haven't fought with people before."

He understated: "Anyway, I'm alone, so what are you afraid of?"

In the canteen of the restaurant the next day, Lin Qingyang prepared the two untouched food, and when he sat down at the table, he observed the surrounding employees without any trace.

During this period of time, the newly recruited helpers didn't know anything. When they saw Lin Qingyang coming to eat, they surrounded him enthusiastically, greeted the newly promoted apprentice chef, and wanted to get close to him—this might be the future master chef. What about the cook!

When chatting with them, Lin Qingyang also focused on observing the old employees who had been employed for a while, they did not look like newcomers, but looked at him with an indescribable gaze.

It seems that something did happen before, which can make people here tacitly know.

He swallowed the food on the plate without appetite, and forced a smile: "Eat slowly, I'll go first."

On the way to the locker room, Lin Qingyang met the foreman. As usual, the two greeted each other. Lin Qingyang glanced at his side face quietly, but didn't see anything wrong with his expression.

"Sir," he decided to take the initiative to inquire about some news, "Mr. Borg's former assistant, are you familiar with it?"

The foreman has a good impression of this young and hardworking boy. He has seen many well-behaved and hardworking people when they first came, but it is rare for them to persist for so long. He feels that he must remind Lin Qingyang that no matter what he chooses in the end What is more important is to leave angrily or join forces-it is the choice of fate.

"Mr. Borg has some, peculiar hobbies. There have been some rumors circulating before. For example, there are people on Mr. Borg's side, but there is no evidence... But be careful, it should be nothing bad."

The foreman had heard a lot about Lin Qingyang from the boss, and it was a favor thrown over by the rich second generation whom the boss knew, so he would take care of him a little at the beginning, but nothing too much.

If Lin Qingyang decides to fight Borg, it's really hard to say who will win in the end.

"Don't pay too much attention to it, at least in public, nothing will happen." The foreman has no right to interfere with other people's decisions, so he can only comfort him symbolically. Lin Qingyang nodded in frustration, trying to cheer up.

Today's work is not very busy, maybe a wave of banquet reservations has passed, leaving only the uninteresting off-season.

Lin Qingyang was indulging in the heat, and he helped another chef out of a tank of liquid nitrogen from the warehouse at the back. Before he could closely observe how the other chef made wonderful and sweet ice cream, Borg called out He said, "Joe!"

"Sir, you called me."

Even if Lin Qingyang is full of vigilance, it is impossible to do anything now.He put down the liquid nitrogen lightly, and ran over with small steps, his face was covered with sweat, so he carefully wiped the sweat off his chin with the back of his hand.

Borg could still pretend to be in front of people, he said with a smile, "Why did you go to Glass all of a sudden?"

"Mr. Glass said that he is not young, and he may not be able to lift such a heavy liquid nitrogen, so I helped by the way." Lin Qingyang blinked and said obediently.

When Borg heard it, he also believed it: "His own assistant has gone somewhere... The following dish shows a technique in cooking. I specially asked you to come and have a look, and then learn it."

Lin Qingyang had a look of surprise on his face, his blue eyes sparkled: "Okay, I will work hard!"

Although I don't know what Borg is thinking, but in terms of teaching skills, he has done a good job.

Even though Lin Qingyang was vigilant, he was still attracted by the knowledge he narrated and the kung fu he showed. Within a few minutes, he followed Boge and refused to leave. When Mr. Chef was free, he hurried up Ask a few questions that he hasn't figured out.

Borg answered him patiently, like a good teacher.

In the afternoon, Boge asked him if he wanted to go to his house again, Lin Qingyang scratched his chin, and refused with a smile: "Maybe it won't work out in time... I'm sorry, sir."

"Tell me?"

"Today the foreman arranged for me to be on the night shift. It may be very late when I go back, and it is easy to disturb you and Mrs. Boge..." Lin Qingyang thought for a moment, then said hesitantly.

Borg didn't care, seeing that he had something to do, he didn't insist.

In the next few days, Borg would routinely ask if he wanted to go to his house to continue studying. Lin Qingyang was afraid of rejecting too much and being found to have problems, so he agreed and went there, hoping that nothing would happen.

The small sweet almond biscuits baked by Mrs. Bogue are really delicious, and the black tea is rich and fragrant. The hot steam swirls up, and even the green potted plants in hand shake slightly, which is very pleasant.

While being on guard, Lin Qingyang relaxedly picked up a piece of biscuit, chewed and chewed, raised her eyes and waited for Mr. Borg to turn over the book from the shelf.

Borg moved a stack of books, Lin Qingyang quickly stood up and rushed up: "Sir, I will help you get it."

"Be careful, these things are not light." Borg told him.

Lin Qingyang has worked as a part-time worker in many grocery stores, and has a lot of experience in lifting heavy objects. At least a few books are easier than packing dozens of bundles of broccoli. Last time he carried three boxes of broccoli. It was also safely placed on the ground - all the experience gained from working part-time.

However, when he first started working, he almost smashed things. Fortunately, the boss was kind, so he just verbally scolded him...

He was a little distracted, and stretched out his hands to get those books. When his arms were raised upwards, the clothes were stuck to the front, outlining a flexible body line, and his waist looked soft and thin. Naturally, someone moved his mind, put his hands on them, and smiled. Said: "Joe, behind my warehouse there is..."

Snapped! ! !