luck on thursday

Borg kept looking suspiciously at Lin Qingyang, and it was hard for him not to think of something.

On the surface, Joe is honest and well-behaved. Even if he faces him now, he is not much different from before. It doesn't look like he is looking for someone to deal with him.But it's hard to say, what if this cute appearance is just a temporary faux pas, to trick his eyes, and then stand behind the door and laugh...

Damn!

If it wasn't for him, how could that Donne find him again!

They had a quarrel that day, almost to the point of a fight, and smashed vases and potted plants. In the end, Dawn, with red eyes, pointed to his nose and said that he would leave this "ghost place" and never want to see him again!

Now suddenly came back to take revenge on him...someone fueled the flames!

Lin Qingyang saw Borg's face change again and again, from white to red to purple, and felt that this guy might get angry, so she decided to slip away first, lest something bad happen in a while: "Well, sir , I'll go first."

Borg reluctantly said: "Okay, you go first."

Why is he so happy?This boring job deserves his happiness?Or is there something else to be happy about?

I didn't sleep well all night, and my wife stared at me suspiciously. When I woke up in the morning, I looked like a ghost or a ghost—everyone could see it, couldn't he?

If you can see it, why don't you ask what happened?

Or, he himself knew what happened!

Lin Qingyang felt that this matter should have passed like this, because Borg didn't do anything out of character all morning, and followed the rules as if the previous person was not him.

Maybe he's rehabilitated?

Another batch of fresh fruits came in, and it happened that the banquet in Boge's hands had a fruit dessert. Lin Qingyang washed her hands and went to the back to help handle the fruits.

He has learned a few simple carving techniques, and he can carve a good plate with just a few knives.

Borg turned from the front and praised his skill: "Nice job, Joe."

Lin Qingyang smiled and picked up another fruit, ready to peel and cut into pieces: "Thank you."

Borg stood next to him, officially starting to do the work that a chef should have, although his mouth was not idle: "I heard that Lebby said that you went to Maple Leaf Avenue for drinks yesterday?"

Laibi is the name of Lin Qingyang's roommate. They did match up their statements yesterday and pretended to be their alibi. It was not surprising to hear Borg asking this question. Lin Qingyang nodded.

Borg remained calm: "I haven't been to Maple Leaf Avenue for a long time, and I used to go for a few drinks occasionally, but now I can't even remember where the entrance gate is."

Lin Qingyang said: "Sir, you are busy with work, so it's normal that you don't have time to go. But you can try it on weekends."

Borg laughed, but there was no light in his eyes: "We can't do it on weekends."

Seeing how harmonious their conversation was, the passing employees all turned their heads to take a look curiously. Lin Qingyang glanced at the people around her without any trace, and suddenly felt a little confused and apprehensive about this job.

The new employees are okay, but the old employees have heard the gossip from Borg, what are they thinking...no one knows.

"Why is it not working on weekends?" He reluctantly continued.

"I used to go to the bar on Maple Leaf Avenue—the one at the entrance. It's very conspicuous. They have a signature cocktail, which is only served on weekdays, and I only drink that one. I'm not young, and I can't taste it if I try it. Yep, that one is just right for me."

Seeing Lin Qingyang in a daze, Borg smiled and said, "Which one did you go to? There is a brightly lit signboard at the door."

Lin Qingyang nodded: "Yes."

That's right, absolutely—this kid definitely participated!

Borg's breath became chaotic at once, and the details he made up casually, such obvious details, were not exposed: the entrance of the bar was dark, and there was no signboard that would light up at all!

It was all a lie to him!

He glanced at his current assistant, Joe was still the one he liked, with a boyish build, long legs and a thin waist, just big enough to wrap one hand in his arms, his eyes were like washed sapphires, transparent and clear—he Now I can't wait to cut his eyeballs out with a knife! ! !

Lin Qingyang took the menu from the front desk, and found out the part that should be processed by herself. She was picking out a piece of salmon belly and processed it. When she put butter into the pot, she suddenly found that there was no movement around her.

He didn't pay attention for a while, and put a few pieces of fish belly to fry, and suddenly realized something, he turned his head suspiciously, and saw Bog standing not far away, with a serious face, and the angry breath around him was almost coming out of his body, rushing He jumped on his face!

"Why, how..."

"Joe," he heard Borg gnashing his teeth, almost forcing out words, "you said you went to the bar yesterday!"

"I……"

Lin Qingyang was in a daze, and he almost lost his grip on the spatula in his hand. He knocked on the stove and made a loud sound of hard objects colliding, pulling him back to his senses.

He took a breath, hurriedly looked up at Berg, and realized something.

Oops, looking at Borg like this, do you know that he ... beat him together yesterday? !

Impossible, he didn't do it himself, he didn't even get close, he just called his former assistant Mr. Borg's whereabouts and locked the back door of the parking garage... How could Borg know!

"Tell me! Did you go there yesterday?"

Seeing that Lin Qingyang didn't speak immediately, Boge confirmed the guess in his heart, and the depression that had been held in his chest for a whole night surged up, washing away the little reason left in his mind: "You... scumbag! Son of a bitch! Bastard!"

Considering his precarious face, Borg lowered his voice and threatened him viciously: "From today onwards, you will no longer have the position of assistant chef! I will go and propose to the boss to fire you..."

"Mr. Borg!" Lin Qingyang didn't want to make things worse. He frowned, took a step back cautiously, and crossed the frying spatula to defend himself. Borg looked like he wanted to pounce on him and kill him, "Are you saying What?"

He looked innocent enough, and panicked enough, enough for everyone to calm down and comfort him—but he, Borg, had seen the true face of this man today, but he was just a dog who couldn't bark, But he would bite people hard, and then pretend that nothing happened!

Borg growled in a low voice: "You know what you did yourself! Otherwise, you wait and see if there is..."

"what!!!"

Everyone's attention was attracted by the quarreling pair of chefs and apprentices. They put down their hands one after another, turned their heads to look with interest, and then recognized that Borg, who was not well-rated among the old employees. gentlemen.

The newly-promoted chef apprentice Joe seemed stunned by all this. He didn't say a word, and froze in place, watching Borg approach him step by step, and then waved his arms——

Joe's roommate dropped the meat in his hand and wanted to rush to the rescue, but faster than him... was a mouse!

The mouse that hasn't appeared in the Morgan Hotel for 300 years!

It was like a swift sea breeze, and also like a flash of lightning that caught people off guard. Following the head waiter hurried in from the outside, he was surprised to adjust the contradictory footsteps between the chef and the assistants, all the way from the outer hall under the eyes of everyone, bypassing the Multiple lines of defense, officially enter the back kitchen!

Someone screamed! ! !

It wears a pair of leather shoes with high and low heels, and humans jump from it screaming!Crawling across the smooth and tidy marble floor, bearded and rampant; employees screamed and tried to leap over its back, but because it rushed headlong into the pile of new fruit, they wanted to grab its tail and pull it come out!

"Foreman! Foreman! Rats! There are rats!!!"

"Quick!!! Rat poison! No, cage! Slippers!"

"Is there a fly swatter?!"

"I'm going to smash it with my high heels!"

The snow-white oriental ceramic tableware was dragged out by the uninvited guest, and smashed into fine plum blossoms on the black ground; it twisted its fat body, very well, maybe it found the next area where it could show its glory; it rushed over !It hit the dining car, and the girl at the front desk pushing the dining car yelled, rolled her eyes, and almost went into shock immediately!

The freshly prepared dining car was hit by a 'small stone' against a pillar, and it staggered. The nearest Borg was unprepared. The soup just out of the pot on the dining car was swirling, and his brain fell on him and his apron!Even the polished leather shoes exude a viscous starchy smell!

"Ah!!!" He also screamed!

what joeWhat was beaten up?No rat could bring him more shame now!

That was the soup he made himself, the most proud of!

Just ruined on the furry and bearded beast!That beast!

But no one can hit it!

Its limbs are short but powerful, and only afterimages can be seen when it swings on the ground. The employees brought all kinds of tools to catch mice, and they were all avoided without exception!Rat cages don't work, and when a veterinarian learns to run amok in broad daylight, no one can stop it!

"Help ah ah ah ah!!!"

It is no longer content to run on the ground!It wants to spread its wings and fly high, and it wants to enter a new starting point!

It rushed to the cooking table in the back kitchen!

All the employees are like flies crossing the street, scurrying around mindlessly, and some people collide with each other from time to time. The timid female employees have long hid in the employee locker room, but the male employees can't play with the girls. Watching the furry creature crawl all the way across the cooking table, but there is nothing you can do!Helpless!

Lin Qingyang was also dumbfounded!

The Morgan's was the most hygienic—or the big restaurants in Rosaburg were all hygienic.

He has worked here for three weeks, and he has never seen a single cockroach. Special personnel come to clean it every day, and the employees themselves are careful to keep the back kitchen clean and tidy (although the cleanliness does not exist when it is busy).

But this was the first time I saw a mouse rushing out!

The author has something to say: When I wrote this paragraph, I thought of Ratatouille [Meditation