Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

"I'll take your order." Seeing that the kitchen staff was all arranged, Song Qingyin immediately said.

Front-of-house positions mainly involve interacting with people, including order takers, cashiers, and food servers.

In the original storyline, the original owner was assigned to work as a cashier. This task wasn't inherently difficult, but the tax deductions made it a bit troublesome. If the original owner had been careful, there wouldn't have been any problems. However, the original owner didn't take this program seriously and naturally wasn't very attentive. Furthermore, she always liked to follow Jiang Ran around, and was always half-hearted about the cashier duties, leading to several mistakes in the accounts. In addition, the local taxes were strict and varied, causing considerable trouble.

Although others may say it's okay, they may not really mind it.

After the show aired, the original owner's actions caused many fans to feel extremely disgusted with her.

This time, Song Qingyin avoided the cashier. It wasn't that she was afraid of repeating the same mistake; it was simply because cashiering was too troublesome. Besides collecting payments, she also had to sort out the accounts, which gave her a headache just thinking about it.

"Are you sure you can handle this?" Before anyone else could speak, Jiang Ran frowned upon hearing Song Qingyin ordering food, clearly showing a lack of trust in her.

However, it makes sense. Among everyone present, he had the most contact with Song Qingyin, so he had a certain understanding of her character.

With her personality, won't she ever get into arguments with customers?

"Whether it works or not, we'll find out by trying." Song Qingyin didn't take Jiang Ran's doubts to heart at all. Based on the original owner's past behavior, it would be strange if she believed him without hesitation.

"Heh, can you speak English? Don't end up communicating entirely through gestures." An Yang stood to the side, arms crossed, looking at Song Qingyin with a mocking expression.

“Sister Xiran, I remember your English is very good, why don’t you switch with Song Qingyin…”

An Yang wanted to say something more, but Su Xiran interrupted him with a displeased look, "I think this arrangement is quite good. Besides, I trust Yin Yin. If Yin Yin says she can do it, then she definitely can."

Su Xiran spoke earnestly, revealing that she was speaking from the heart. However, Song Qingyin was quite surprised by the female lead's apparent trust.

"Mr. Wen, do you think I'm suitable?" Wen Mochen sat on one side of the table, listening intently to the discussion, but remained silent, like a spectator watching a farce, or perhaps gazing at a deity with pity.

However, in Song Qingyin's opinion, he seemed to be daydreaming.

Wen Mochen's pupils contracted slightly as he looked at the smiling face that suddenly loomed larger before him, but he quickly regained his composure. Song Qingyin, who caught this moment, was even more certain of her guess.

This guy is just spacing out.

"If I think you can do it, then you can?" Wen Mochen didn't answer her question directly, but instead asked her a question in return.

"Well, if you think I can do it, then I can." Song Qingyin still looked at him with a slight smile, without distancing herself, as if she stubbornly wanted an answer.

Wen Mochen paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "You can do it."

Upon hearing his reply, Song Qingyin's smile deepened.

"Alright, alright, you two are reciting tongue twisters. Since Qingyin wants to order, let's give it a try." Huang Zefeng quickly stepped in to smooth things over, seeing Wen Mochen and Song Qingyin's oblivious interaction and An Yang's unpleasant expression.

Now that we've come this far, there's no need to waste time arguing about it anymore.

It was finally decided that Jiang Ran would work at the front desk as a cashier, while An Yang would be in charge of serving the dishes.

The work scope was finally settled, and it was almost past lunchtime.

For lunch, Chef Li made braised noodles with a sauce made from eggs and tomatoes, and also added mushrooms and scallions. Although the ingredients were simple, the noodles were delicious and visually appealing.

After the meal, Wen Mochen made a fruit salad for everyone using yogurt, which wasn't a particularly elaborate dessert. But Wen Mochen had exceptionally skillful hands, carving adorable chubby cats from apples and little rabbits from pears…

The remaining scraps were cut into small cubes, and the larger ones were carved into gourds. Nothing was wasted.

"This is so cute!" Su Xiran said, propping her chin up as she looked at the fat cat on the fruit plate. "I can't bear to eat it."

Song Qingyin stood next to Su Xiran and, upon hearing her exclamation, nodded secretly. How could one eat such an adorable rabbit?

Then, without Su Xiran noticing, he swiftly snatched the largest rabbit from the fruit plate and put it in his mouth.

"Ahhh, Yinyin, let go of my rabbit!" Su Xiran watched helplessly as the rabbit-shaped apple went into Song Qingyin's stomach, feeling like crying but having no tears left.

We agreed to protect the little rabbit together! How could things change so suddenly?

However, since you are no longer whole, I will send you all together for a reunion.

"Awoo, watch me devour these little bunnies!" Su Xiran, who had successfully convinced herself, was defeated by the food in front of her in less than three seconds.

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After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, Chef Li led the group in finalizing the menu for the next day's business, and then they split up to go to the market to buy groceries.

Along the way, Song Qingyin practically became Wen Mochen's shadow, following him wherever he went.

"Mr. Wen, you're walking too fast! Wait for me!"

"Mr. Wen, I'm tired. Shall we take a break?"

"Mr. Wen, what is this?"

"Mr. Wen, you are really amazing, you know so much."

"Mr. Wen, what other kinds of desserts do you make? Could you make some for me?"

"Mr. Wen, please pay attention to me!"

"Mr. Wen~"

"Mr. Wen~"

"Mr. Wen~"

She called out to Wen Mochen in a sweet, coquettish tone, over and over again.

Wen Mochen felt like his head was about to explode.

Seeing Wen Mochen's troubled expression, a sly smile flashed in Song Qingyin's eyes.

Hmph, serves you right. Who told me to send you so many private messages and not reply to a single one?

Everyone has a temper sometimes.

They split into two groups for purchasing. One group, led by Chef Li, bought kitchen utensils, fresh meat, vegetables, and the like. The other group, led by Wen Mochen, bought some useful tools and the like.

In Wen Mochen's group, besides him and Song Qingyin, there is also An Yang.

Unfortunately, An Yang was extremely annoyed with Song Qingyin on the way, but he couldn't say it out loud, so he left the group early.

Now, only Song Qingyin and Wen Mochen are left.

This time, we really have to thank An Yang. His departure created a rare opportunity for them to have some alone time.

Unfortunately, even with such a good opportunity, the two made little progress. Song Qingyin felt her throat was dry from talking, and Wen Mochen only occasionally hummed in agreement, indicating that he was listening, but that was all.