I don't dance with this pot [food]

Manager Song called him to the office, handed him his chef's hat and chef's uniform with both hands, and said earnestly: "You are a good employee, and I don't want you to resign, whether it's out of selfishness or for the sake of the company. You It has great prospects for development, although the hotel competition is fierce, I sincerely hope that you can persevere, and I believe that with your ability, you will be able to stand out in the fierce competition."

Chen Liang's mood was as if the seasoning had been overturned, with mixed flavors. To be honest, Manager Song and Lao Zhang treated him well and appreciated his ability, so he was reluctant to leave.But Fang Zhengguo made things difficult for him, and his disgust was almost at its peak. Especially in the painful situation just now, Fang Zhengguo actually ignored him for his own benefit. How could he face this situation with a normal heart? Ugly face?

"I have something to do at home, and I need to ask for leave urgently. I missed the opportunity to meet with the chairman, and I am ashamed of the restaurant." Chen Liang said in a word, he wanted to see Manager Song's attitude.

Manager Song didn't have any special expression: "I know about this. Coincidentally, the chairman suddenly has something to do this afternoon, and the meeting was canceled, so you don't have to worry. Even if the meeting is not canceled, I will approve your leave. After all, work is okay. Change, but the family can’t. I know you were very angry just now, but as the head of the chef, the head chef must also consider the overall situation. If he offends the chairman, our entire restaurant will be implicated. From his point of view, he actually It's not wrong, I hope you can understand."

"Well." Chen Liang said perfunctorily, "Everyone has their own considerations." He was really glad that the meeting was cancelled, otherwise the person standing here would probably be Fang Zhengguo, who has been scolded by his ancestors for eighteen generations.

"Okay, I won't say much else. You know the future of our company. I believe you have considered it yourself. I also told him about the chef. He said that he really didn't consider your mood, but You have a certain responsibility for leaving your post suddenly without permission. There are both right and wrong sides in this matter. In my opinion, let’s forget it. There is no need to worry too much. If you feel uncomfortable, work hard and let everyone see When it comes to your results, I have nothing to say, I believe that your strength will make it to this day."

Manager Song's words were thought-provoking and deeply touched Chen Liang's heart.

He is not a person who competes for fame and fortune. He doesn't care if others see his achievements. He just hopes that someone appreciates him and understands him, instead of treating him as a machine that only obeys orders.Manager Song gave him exactly the appreciation he wanted.

He fixedly looked at the coat and hat in Manager Song's hand, and took it over: "Thank you."

After returning to the post, Fang Zhengguo did not come to find fault again, but because Chen Liang left the post without approval, he violated the discipline and was fined to work overtime for two weeks. Fortunately, Manager Song suppressed the matter and did not alert the personnel department, so he was not detained salary.

Working overtime is a common thing for Chen Liang, and he accepted the punishment calmly.

On a quiet night, cleaning the kitchen utensils alone, the empty kitchen made him feel even heavier, and the strong sense of loneliness and powerlessness almost swallowed him up.How much he wanted to fly to his younger brother to take care of him personally, how much he wanted his younger brother to be by his side, and the two brothers depended on each other for life.

It's not like now, separated from each other, experiencing loneliness.

A few nights later, as soon as I got home, my younger brother called to report that he was safe.

"Brother, the doctor said I'm recovering well and I'll be discharged in two days."

Chen Liang suddenly gripped the phone tightly, and pressed the phone tightly to his ear, wishing that his ears would get into the microphone so that he could hear the good news more clearly: "How is your recovery?"

"Hands are no longer swollen, and your arms can move a little bit." Chen Rui's voice sounded more energetic, "I can get out of bed already, and it's a little more difficult to take a shower, but brother, don't worry, I can take care of myself... Hiss .”

"What's the matter?" Chen Liang frowned, "The wound hurts?"

"Well, a little," Chen Rui smiled reluctantly, "It's okay, I'm very strong, brother, you can work hard, don't worry about me, I'm fine. Ah, the doctor urged me to sleep, bro, don't send money here again , the medical expenses are enough, hang up."

"How can I work with peace of mind," Chen Liang murmured to the beeping busy tone, leaning against the wall weakly, staring blankly at the unpopular hall in a daze, "I can't worry about you."

Every day, answering his brother's phone call is a kind of torture for him.He tried to anesthetize himself with work so as not to let himself think about his younger brother's pain, but when he calmed down, he thought of his younger brother far away who was worrying about how to get out of bed and how to walk, and his heart felt like being stabbed like grinding.Hearing his younger brother getting better day by day, he didn't feel any joy.

He felt powerless again, the last time when their mother left.

They held their mother's hand tightly, crying and calling their mother's name, but after all, they didn't pull their favorite person back from the brink of death.

They have since lost their mothers and become orphans.

So this time, how long will he be tortured by his powerlessness?

He is afraid of being alone, of waking up to find that he is the only one in the world who embraces him and gives love. Such days, when he lost his mother and went to work alone, had had enough.His younger brother is his only support, and the only relative who can give him the love and warmth he wants. At that time, when he was crawling and rolling in the dark, he was thinking about his younger brother, and he gritted his teeth and survived.

Now, his last and only relative is lying on the hospital bed, suffering from pain, how can he stand it.

He stumbled up, turned on the computer in a daze, logged in to the online banking of his bank card, and clicked to check the balance.

A string of red numbers popped up in front of my eyes: 5346 yuan.

He stared blankly at the screen.

5346 yuan, of which 5000 yuan was a loan from Qiu Hanyu.

He clicked transfer in a daze, chose the only account in his frequent contacts, typed 5000 yuan in the transfer amount, and clicked confirm.

There is nothing he can do, he can only use the most practical things to make his brother's life better.

"I transferred 5000 yuan to you. You can buy some supplements and eat well. If you need money for recovery, tell me and I will transfer it to you."

After pressing the send button, he stared at the bright red 346 yuan on the screen, and stayed for a long, long time.

"It's so late, are you still working overtime?"

That night, Chen Liang stayed overtime to wash the dishes as usual, when he suddenly heard a voice coming from behind, his hands slipped in fright, and the porcelain bowl fell to pieces.

A look of fear suddenly appeared on Chen Liang's face, he picked up the spoon in hand reflexively, and threw it behind him as if he had seen a ghost.

"sky!"

His hand was caught, and Yang Ziwei's frightened face appeared before his eyes.

"What are you..." Before Yang Ziwei finished speaking, Chen Liang yelled "Don't touch me", and then broke free from Yang Ziwei's hand.

Chen Liang's expression was terrified, he took a few steps back, and dug his fingers deeply into the palm, the blood on his fingertips receded, as if he was trying his best to suppress the panic, his voice trembled unreasonably: "I'm afraid Being in contact with people... I'm even more afraid that someone will suddenly approach me from behind."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Yang Ziwei didn't expect Chen Liang to react so aggressively, and sincerely apologized, "I'll come in to say hello later, I was wrong just now."

Chen Liang closed his eyes in pain, shook his head, and did not speak.

Yang Ziwei didn't know what to do for a while, he poured a glass of water for Chen Liang, and dared not speak to him until he drank the water and calmed down: "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were afraid, and you will definitely not in the future."

Chen Liang held the water glass in a daze, nodded silently, but still didn't speak, it seemed that the shock just now had stimulated him quite a bit.

"I passed by and saw you working overtime alone, so I came here to ask out of curiosity, there is no malice, please don't mind." Yang Ziwei talked to Chen Liang with a bitter face, wishing that Chen Liang could say one more word in response to him.

"My personal problem is not your fault." Chen Liang could be regarded as returning to his soul, and said apologetically, "I should be the one apologizing to you for almost hurting you just now."

A normal adult would become hostile just by hearing someone's voice behind him. The story behind this must not be simple. Yang Ziwei was very curious, but he dared not ask.

He said helplessly: "It's okay, I'm so glad that you don't hold a knife in your hand."

Chen Liang's face turned pale, and his body trembled unconsciously: "I'm sorry..."

Yang Ziwei realized that he had said something wrong, and quickly apologized. After helping Chen Liang clean up the debris on the floor, he noticed a bowl of hot pasta on the table. up.

"Haven't you had dinner yet?" Yang Ziwei asked subconsciously, "It's not good for your health if you don't eat so late."

Chen Liang said embarrassingly: "I've eaten it. It's just a trial." In fact, he used the time when no one was around to try to cook some dishes for practice. He really didn't have the courage. Lonely.Today he picked spaghetti to practice his hands, because it took some time to cook the noodles, so he cooked while washing the dishes, and just after cooking, Yang Ziwei came.

"What kind of juice are you going to make?" Yang Ziwei became interested, with a bright light in his eyes, "Would you mind letting me taste it?"

"Boat sauce with tomato sauce." Chen Liang washed the last bowl and dried his hands, "If you don't mind."

He started a fire, prepared the sauce in about ten minutes, and poured it on the surface.The aroma of the sauce and the aroma of the noodles are very well blended, neither greasy nor irritating. The key lies in the fragrance of the taste, which is long-lasting in the process of sliding from the mouth into the stomach.

It was just a simple staple food, but Yang Ziwei felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction after eating it.He couldn't help but take another mouthful the moment he swallowed it, and was caught off guard by being burned.

"Be careful." Chen Liang poured him a glass of water transparently, Yang Ziwei smiled embarrassedly, took a few sips.

A little lemon slices are put in the water, the sour and sweet taste matches the noodles, it is wonderful, and the slightly greasy feeling caused by the thick sauce is washed away at night.

Yang Ziwei was full of praise: "It's delicious."

Forgive him for not being able to think of more exquisite words of praise. Spaghetti bolognese is a must for every western restaurant as a side dish of a steak set meal, but as a side dish, it is often not prepared with care eat.Chen Liang's noodles are different, he poured all his thoughts into it, whether it is the skill of the knife or the preparation of the sauce, he is meticulous.

"Is there anything to improve?" Chen Liang hadn't tasted it yet, his eyes were deeply locked on Yang Ziwei, and his expression was very nervous.

"No," Yang Ziwei showed a warm smile, "It's well done, and I can't fault it. If I had to say it, I think it might be that the sauce is too thick, and it's a bit greasy after eating too much. See if you can add Improve this, as not everyone has a glass of lemonade handy."

"It's probably not just the sauce." Chen Liang took a sip, chewed for a long time, and pondered carefully, "I see, the ketchup is too sweet, and the sauce is thick, so it's greasy."

Yang Ziwei said enthusiastically, "How do you plan to improve?"

Chen Liang thought for a moment, looked at the glass of lemonade, and came up with a bold idea.