after scraping a customer's car

During lunch time, Song Yan was so sleepy that he almost fell asleep with a steamed bun in one hand and his forehead in the other.

Whether to sleep or not, Shen Ci's face suddenly appeared in his mind. He was just about to ask Shen Ci what he was doing during this time, why he didn't call him back, when he felt a chill on his neck, he woke up with a jerk , Looking back, it was Lao Zheng, the cold dish master, who put a piece of cabbage on his neck.

"Chef Song," Lao Zheng approached with a smile and asked, "What's wrong with you? You're listless."

Song Yan collected himself, "Oh, I didn't sleep well yesterday."

"Did you stay up late? Or did you suffer from insomnia?" Old Zheng asked with concern.

"A little insomnia." Song Yanzhao said truthfully.

Lao Zheng patted him on the shoulder, "Is it stressful to go back to work in the hotel?"

Song Yan smiled and said nothing, Lao Zheng was even more sure that he was under pressure, and comforted and encouraged him in a friendly way.

Song Yan was very touched, and when Lao Zheng finished speaking, he said, "Thank you, Master Zheng."

Old Zheng smiled, "Thank you. I actually have something to ask. How would you like to try this Buddha Hand Avalokitesvara I made?"

Having said that, he pulled Song Yan to stand up together, and went to the side to taste the dishes.

The hotel Song Yan works in is a well-known five-star hotel in the country. There are nearly [-] people in one back chef, as well as executive chefs, head chefs, and chefs. Song Yan is one of the chefs. His main responsibility is to cook vegetable.

He has been a cook for ten years, and he has great enthusiasm for cooking Song Yan, so the meals he cooks are even more delicious than those of those who have been cooking for 30 or [-] years.

There is also competition among the back kitchens, especially in the back kitchens of this kind of big hotel, anyone who has a little pursuit wants to get into the top position.

But only Song Yan, he has no pursuit of fame and fortune, he just wants to cook well and make the people who eat it happy.

Therefore, when other people in the back kitchen encounter some problems and want to ask for advice, they usually go to Song Yan, because except for him, he tells others what he has learned without reservation.

After instructing Lao Zheng on the bergamot lotus, Song Yan continued to eat, and the pastry chef Zhang Aimin, who had known him for many years, leaned over and said in a low voice, "You are so fucking stupid. Others, when they learn it in the future, what else can you do?"

Song Yan couldn't help laughing as he ate the steamed buns, "Craftsmanship has to be passed down, and besides, learning and learning are two different things, so don't worry."

Zhang Aimin couldn't help laughing, "Okay, you're not stupid." He served Song Yan a bowl of soup, "Don't just eat, drink some soup."

Song Yan took a sip of soup from the bowl, and someone asked him a question again.

Zhang Aimin frowned, looking like he was protecting the cub, "Go and go, I didn't see Master Song eating. It's been half an hour since I ate this meal, and I haven't eaten a steamed bun yet."

The man walked away tactfully, and Song Yan hurriedly said, "Wait a minute, I'll go after I finish this soup."

Zhang Aimin was speechless, and frowned at Song Yan, "If you are my own brother, I will beat you up."

Knowing that he cared about her, Song Yan smiled knowingly and winked. Zhang Aimin understood what he meant. Song Yan left the hotel for more than two years, and when he came back, he had to establish a good relationship with everyone here.

After all, the kitchen is a small river and lake, and living in peace is the way to survive.

In the afternoon, Song Yan was still a little absent-minded. He went to Shen Ci's house for two days in a row, but he was not there, and the phone was still turned off.

Song Yan was quite worried, thinking, go to Shen Ci's house after work today, and thought about it again, why not ask the neighbors.

It was windy, and Song Yan rode an electric car along the road to Shen Ci's house.

When he got there, Song Yan rang the doorbell again and again to make sure that there was really no one at home, so he gave up.

He stood at the door and stared at the locked door. He felt stupid, but he really wanted to see Shen Ci, and his reserve was defeated by Miss. Song Yan took out his mobile phone, sent Shen Ci a WeChat message, and pressed the send button , He went downstairs and smoked a cigarette downstairs before riding the electric car home.

The peaceful days passed extremely quickly.

Shen resigned to play in a small town in the south, and Xu Anming and two other friends from the gay circle went with him.

Looking at Xiaoqiao Liushui's family, Shen Ci felt peaceful and stable for the first time in these years.

Xu Anming was playing cards with a few people with a cigarette in his mouth. Shen Ci looked over and a short smile appeared on his face. He walked over and sat down to watch them play cards.

Xu Anming was so lucky that he won one after another, while Shen Ci was sighing, the phone in his pocket rang, and he changed to a new phone number, and the caller was from an unfamiliar number.

Shen Ci hesitated for a moment, but still pressed the connect button, "Hello, who is it?"

"Xiaoci, where are you?" Nie Huaian's voice came from the phone.

Shen Ci was stunned for a moment, got up and went aside, his eyebrows frowned, "What can you do on the phone?"

"I just miss you." Nie Huai'an said, "It's been so long, haven't you calmed down?"

Shen Ci was stunned for a moment, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, and said sarcastically: "You are going to get married, so stop thinking about my ex."

"Xiao Ci!" Nie Huai'an gritted his teeth, "Are you really planning to end it with me?"

Shen Ci hesitated for a moment and said, "Don't contact me anymore, I like to get together and get away."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone, just as he was looking for a cigarette, Xu Anming walked over and asked, "Nie Huaian?"

Shen Ci showed a light smile and said, "During this time, I changed five new numbers to call me."

As if talking about a funny thing, Xu Anming knew that he was not feeling well. During this period of time, after hearing about Shen Ci and Xu Anming's past, Xu Anming couldn't help sighing and sighing.

"What's for dinner?" He changed the subject and raised his wrist to check the time.

"Take a look." Shen Ci said.

Xu Anming nodded, and they left the residence together, the night had already fallen, the roadside vendors in the small town were full, and there were all kinds of snacks.

Shen Ci didn't eat much all day, and now he was hungry, so he stopped at the squid place and ordered a few skewers of squid.

Xu Anming said, "Why do you like these things?" He ordered a dozen or so skewers in one breath.

Shen Ci raised one corner of his mouth and looked at him contemptuously, Xu Anming said cheerfully, "I like food too." After finishing speaking, he added, "We are so tired of eating delicacies from mountains and seas, we trade them for street food."

After the squid was fried, I asked the boss to put it on. Xu Anming didn't eat it, but Shen Ci ate it while walking.

Two tall and handsome men walked on the road, attracting a lot of attention. Seeing Shen Ci eating squid regardless of his image, Xu Anming endured it for a while, and then started eating.

"I have to go back tomorrow. The company has a lot of things to deal with." Xu Anming said, "Half a month's vacation is enough. Are you going back?"

Shen Ci hesitated a little, and said, "Well, go back."

They went back to City A early the next morning, and when they got off the plane, Shen Ci was gurgling with hunger. At this moment, he especially missed the grits soup and the freshly baked hot fried dough sticks from his hometown.

"I'm going to eat, are you going?" He asked Xu Anming.

Xu Anming shook his head, "I have to go home first, you can go by yourself."

Shen Ci nodded, "Okay."

After eating, Shen Ci returned to his residence, took a shower, changed into clean home clothes, and got into bed to catch up on sleep.

It suddenly occurred to me that Song Yan had come, and I hadn't contacted him for half a month. I don't know if that person had forgotten him.

Shen Ci got up and took the original mobile phone, charged it, turned it on after waiting, and saw several notification messages, the number of the mobile phone number and when he called him, as well as a few messages sent by Song Yan and many others. Spam.

After logging into WeChat again, several messages from Song Yan popped up.

Of course, there were other people and Nie Huaian who sent them. Shen Ci automatically skipped those. After thinking about it, he sent a WeChat message to Song Yan, to the effect that he went out to play in the past half month, and turned off his phone and left it at home.

Within a minute, Song Yan replied to the message, and replied stupidly, [Just come back]

Seeing this message, Shen Ci's lips curled up into a not-so-obvious smile, and he replied with a little apology: [I haven't contacted you for a while, I'm really sorry, I'm a little sleepy, we'll talk when I wake up]

Song Yan hurriedly replied: [Go to sleep quickly, so you don't have to return]

Then he looked at these two news with silly joy, only felt that the emptiness in his heart was filled, and he even had energy to work.

During lunch, the manager Cai Jinglong called Song Yan over.

"How is it? Have you gotten used to it after so many days?" Cai Jinglong asked with concern.

"Thank you manager for caring and getting used to it." Song Yan replied.

"That's good." Cai Jinglong nodded, and said, "You haven't been in this business for almost three years, and I'll let you be the chef when you come here. We must be grateful."

This made Song Yan frowned slightly, and said, "Manager, I will definitely." He pursed his lips, and asked hesitantly, "Manager, compensate for that..."

Cai Jinglong looked at him, cleared his throat, and said, "I didn't want to tell you. In this hotel, someone with a higher education background than you should apply. I didn't agree because of the pressure from above, so I reserved this position for you." , the higher-ups already have opinions, think about it, if you do a good job in the future, you can get tens of thousands of yuan a month, and the compensation will be paid to you, and you will lose it if you spend it all. This job is so good that you can’t cook. .”

Hearing this, Song Yan understood the general idea, so he said, "I know the manager."

When he came out of the manager's office, Song Yan's heart was in a mess.

Zhang Aimin saw it, and leaned over to ask the manager what he said, and whether he mentioned the compensation.

Song Yan forced a smile and said, "No."

Zhang Aimin glanced back at the kitchen door, then lowered his voice and said, "That huge amount of compensation will definitely be swallowed by the surname Cai. With a hotel as high as ours, how can we do such immoral things? If you want me to say that his mother's surname is Cai." That idiot!"

Song Yan's mind went blank for a second, and he quickly said, "Brother Aimin, don't say that again in the future."

Zhang Aimin pouted and said, "Just let him bully you!"

Song Yan laughed, but didn't care, and said, "It's not as exaggerated as you think."

Zhang Aimin ignored him and left.

Song Yan sighed secretly, he knew some things in his mind, but what can he do, he can only bear with it for now, after all, it is important to make a living.

During dinner time, Song Yan called his sister and told her that she must eat dinner and not to be fooled.

Song Lu said: "Brother, don't worry, our colleagues have dinner tonight, but you, working so late every day, you should eat and drink well."

Song Yan said: "The food in the hotel is good." After a pause, he confessed: "No drinking."

"I know, I know, hang up."

After hanging up the phone, Song Yan helplessly shook his head, kept his mobile phone in his pocket and continued to work until he got off work at nine o'clock in the evening.

Song Yan was riding an electric bike, and he suddenly had the idea of ​​looking for Shen Ci.

But if it goes like this, it will seem very inexplicable.

Song Yan got tangled up again, wandered around the street for a while, then turned around and rode towards Shen Ci's house.

Shen Ci's stomach problem seems to be happening again. Recently, he has been overeating, and when he wakes up, he feels a severe stomach pain. After taking medicine, he feels much better after a long time.

As soon as he came back, Mr. Shen got news and called him to go back to Shen's villa.

The relationship between Shen Ci and his grandfather was ups and downs. This time he made a call, and from the tone of his voice, Master Shen was very happy. He simply cleaned himself up, took the car keys and went back to Shen's house.

It turned out that it was Nie Huaian who made the old man happy.As soon as he saw him coming, Nie Huai'an asked him warmly and affectionately what he would like to have for dinner.

Shen Ci looked at him, inspecting his eyes, not knowing what mood to face, but he didn't want his grandfather to see anything, so he had to bite the bullet and pretend to be calm and said: "Whatever, I will eat whatever the kitchen does."

"Today is Huai'an cooking." Old Master Shen smiled, "Xiaoci, Huai'an's cooking is pretty good."

Shen Ci opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

He admired Nie Huai'an's face, why didn't he notice it before.

"Grandpa, how about letting Xiaoci help?" Nie Huai'an asked Mr. Shen with a smile.

"Okay." Of course, Mr. Shen agreed.

"..." Shen Ci had nothing to say, and when he entered the kitchen, he didn't speak either.

Nie Huai'an put on his apron, washed and chopped vegetables, which seemed to be the case, and even chattered with Shen Ci endlessly.

"Xiaoci, do you still remember the dream of the two of us, to open a restaurant together, I haven't forgotten all of this..."

Shen Ci's two slender fingers for picking vegetables subconsciously paused, and then said calmly: "I forgot."

Nie Huai'an looked up at him, "Xiao Ci..."

Shen Ci dropped the food in his hand, "I have something to do, so I won't eat dinner."

He left directly, passed by the living room and said something to his grandfather, regardless of his grandfather's inquiry, he went straight out the door.

Shen Ci drove the car on the street for a long time, hungry but didn't know what to eat.

He suddenly wanted to try cooking, so he went to the supermarket to buy vegetables.

He was checking out when the phone in his pocket rang, and he said to Song Yan on the phone: "Wait for me."

Song Yan held the phone and waited for him.

After paying the bill and coming out of the supermarket, Shen Ci said, "Okay, what's the matter?"

Song Yan paused, and said: "I'm fine, just..." He didn't say any more, but asked, "What about you? What are you busy with?"

Shen Ci said: "I just bought vegetables, and I'm going to make something to eat." He got in the car and started the car.

"Can you cook?" Song Yan asked.

"No." Shen Ci replied truthfully.

"..." Song Yan thought it was funny, "Oh, then be careful when you cook, don't let the oil burn."

Shen Ci laughed, "Is there something wrong with you?"

"Ah, I'm really fine, I just want to see you." Song Yan said.

Shen Ci didn't speak, turned the car and drove towards the road.

Song Yan realized that he had said something stupid, so he hurriedly said, "I was joking, don't be angry."

"Huh?" Shen Ci didn't seem to react, and stayed for two seconds, then understood, and smiled, "Come if you want to see me, just teach me how to cook."

"..." Song Yan panicked for a moment, and said, "Okay, I'm actually at your door."

Shen Ci was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, and said, "I'll be home in five minutes."