I don't dance with this pot [food]

"It's not sweet enough." Yang Ziwei put down the plate and gave a pertinent suggestion, "I think we can put a little more sugar."

"No way," Lao Zhang ate the last bite of pudding, smacked his tongue, and recalled the taste, "I think the sweetness is quite appropriate."

"It's not the same," Yang Ziwei said, "Old Zhang's age is not suitable for eating too sweet things, so this kind of sweetness is just right for you, but the consumer groups for creme brulee are mostly teenagers and young adults. Said that this level of sweetness is not enough for their needs, so I think it would be better to put more sugar."

Lao Zhang suddenly realized, patted the back of the head with few hairs, and echoed: "You are right, you are right, Xiaochen, thank you, Manager Yang, he knows the market and consumers' tastes very well, and the advice he gave must be useful .”

"Thank you." No need for Lao Zhang to say, Chen Liang planned to thank Yang Ziwei, Yang Ziwei's words were like a ray of spring breeze blowing away the haze in his heart, and he suddenly became enlightened. It turned out that what he felt was missing was sugar.He picked up the pen, circled the notes he had made, and added "60g" after the words "fine sugar 10g".

Yang Ziwei looked over curiously and asked, "How do you know it's 10 grams, not 20, 30 or 40 grams?"

Chen Liang paused his fingers, frowned, and thought for a long time before he came up with a reasonable reason: "experience." To be honest, he couldn't tell why it was 10 grams instead of 20 grams or other grams. He just has a strong feeling that 10 grams is not too much, just enough.

Yang Ziwei laughed: "Your answer is very interesting. It can be seen that you have a lot of experience. I am very proud to have such a skilled and experienced chef in our hotel."

"Thank you. I'm just a newcomer. If there are shortcomings, I hope you can point them out." Chen Liang replied politely.

"You're welcome. Alright," Yang Ziwei glanced at his watch, "It's getting late, let's pack up and go home."

Lao Zhang said worriedly: "Oh yes, it's already time, Xiao Chen, your bus will not be able to catch up."

It was raining today, Chen Liang didn't ride that tattered little electric donkey, but came by bus. "It's okay, I called."

Yang Ziwei suggested: "If you don't mind, I'll take you back. Where is your home?"

Before Chen Liang declined, Lao Zhang immediately interjected with a smile: "Manager Yang, you are so kind, Xiao Chen still doesn't thank Manager Yang." After finishing speaking, he gave Chen Liang a wink, no matter how obvious the meaning was However, I hope that Chen Liang will take this opportunity to hug Yang Ziwei's thigh and broaden his future path.

Chen Liang didn't have this kind of thought, he has always had no desires and no fights, the fact of flattering and flattering and giving gifts is not suitable for him, besides, his home is too far away, so he doesn't want to trouble others, so he politely declined: "Thank you for your kindness, I'll just go back by myself, no trouble."

Seeing Chen Liang's insistence, Yang Ziwei didn't have much to say, the three chatted for a while, and then divided things up.

Chen Liang cleaned up the kitchen and went down to the lobby on the first floor with his bag.

God seems to have endured more than ten days of tears, accumulated until today bursting out at once. The torrential rain has not stopped since the morning, and the sewers can no longer digest the large amount of rainwater. The splash of water immediately wet the trouser legs.

Chen Liang used the taxi-hailing software to call a taxi, but within a few miles, there was no answering car. Several full taxis passed by in a hurry. His helplessness is in stark contrast.

The icy rain was wrapped in the howling wind, which made his face stiff. Chen Liang grasped the skirt of his clothes tightly and shrunk his neck, but couldn't bear the cold wind that penetrated into his clothes through a small gap, and his whole body shivered from the cold.He regretted not taking Yang Ziwei's car, otherwise he wouldn't have to suffer from the cold in this windy and rainy day.

Just when he was in despair, the horn of a car sounded clearly. The red Porsche was particularly eye-catching on the gray and rainy day. The rain-covered window of the car was lowered, revealing Qiu Hanyu's face: "What are you doing here on a heavy rainy day, what are you drinking?" Northwest wind? If you have an empty wallet, tell me, I can still pay for a meal."

Obviously what he said was not a good thing, but Chen Liang felt as if he was placed in a heater, his body and mind warmed up, and he sincerely sent out a distress signal: "I can't get a taxi to go home."

Qiu Hanyu said angrily: "If you want to enjoy the treatment of a luxury car, just say so, do you have to pretend to be pitiful and wait at the wind? Hurry up and get in the car, don't waste my gas."

Chen Liang was not polite, he held up his umbrella, and ran into Qiu Hanyu's car in two or three steps, but he didn't realize that, just behind him, a person was watching the interaction between the two of them.

The temperature difference between the inside and outside of the car made Chen Liang sneezed. Qiu Hanyu swiftly took out a tissue and handed it to Chen Liang. At the same time, he turned on the heater, cursing unforgivingly: "Is the northwest wind delicious? You know it It's raining and cold, don't you know how to go home early?"

Chen Liang wiped the rain from his face: "I have something to do, work overtime."

"What kind of overtime, you..." At the red light ahead, Qiu Hanyu stepped on the brakes and looked sideways at Chen Liang, who was completely stunned. Chen Liang's bare neck was dotted with crystal drops of water. Beads, his Adam's apple just slid up and down, and a few drops of water slid straight down his beautiful neckline, and as he breathed, the drops of water loomed in the slightly open mouth of his clothes.

It's just... so sexy.

"Green light." Chen Liang reminded.

Qiu Hanyu's mind was full of that tempting scene, he stepped on the gas pedal in a daze, not knowing where he was driving, until Chen Liang said "Going the wrong way", he came back to his senses, turned the car and drove on the right road.

"Is there something on your mind?" Chen Liang saw that something was wrong with Qiu Hanyu, and asked with concern.

"Do I look like I have something on my mind?" Qiu Hanyu didn't dare to reveal his dirty mind, "I... oh yes, I suddenly remembered something, are you free on Saturday, my friend opened a new restaurant, It’s not officially open yet, so I want to take you to taste it and give them some advice.”

He received a call from a friend this evening, and when he was still worrying about how to give others opinions with his tongue, which couldn't tell good from bad, Chen Liang's face popped up in his mind, remembering the level of Chen Liang's evaluation of Drunken Goose last time , he thought of taking Chen Liang there.

But Chen Liang regretfully said: "I go to work on Saturday."

"What about Sunday?"

"Go to work. The working hours have changed."

"...Then when will you rest?"

"Every Monday."

on Monday?Monday is the busiest time. If he doesn't work overtime until eleven o'clock in the evening, he will be sorry for his position as the chairman.

Qiu Hanyu's face turned green. My friend's restaurant will open next Wednesday. If he doesn't go before the opening, will my friend kill him?Chen Liang often works until night, and he can't take Chen Liang there during non-weekend hours. There is no better solution except for adjusting the time by himself.But hell, his time on Monday is as precious as gold. If he loses a night of work, his desktop will definitely be piled up with a mountain of data the next day.

Qiu Hanyu gritted his teeth and said: "Your boss must often go to the toilet without toilet paper!"

Chen Liang was taken aback: "Huh?"

"I've got a bad smell and have no place to vent it, so I'll take it out on the staff!" Qiu Hanyu said angrily, "Your boss is really vicious for arranging work on weekends."

Chen Liang silently wiped his dry face with a tissue, without speaking.

"If you were my employee, I would definitely give you weekends off. You should enjoy a wonderful vacation on weekends. Going to work is a waste of youth and shortens your life span."

Chen Liang paused with his hands, then continued to wipe his face, still not speaking, but the corners of his mouth curled up a little.

"Forget it, forget it," Qiu Hanyu waved his hands helplessly, "Then are you free next Monday?"

Chen Liang put down the tissue: "Yes."

"Then it's settled. I'll pick you up at your door at 05:30 in the afternoon. Is it okay?"

"No."

"Well, don't let me go, or I will be killed by my friends." Qiu Hanyu couldn't help but patted Chen Liang on the shoulder. Chen Liang's body shook violently, his face turned pale, and his hands trembled. He stretched out his shoulders, but probably out of consideration for Qiu Hanyu's face, he didn't push Qiu Hanyu's hand away, and just froze in mid-air.

Seeing Chen Liang's expression, Qiu Hanyu was frightened: "What's wrong with you?"

"I..." Chen Liang clenched his fists, his voice trembling, "I'm afraid of contacting people."

"Ah, I'm sorry!" Qiu Hanyu immediately retracted his hand, "I don't know."

Chen Liang's face softened a little, but he seemed to recall some unbearable memory, his expression was still very painful, his lips were tightly pursed, just like his fists, firmly and firmly pinched.

Qiu Hanyu didn't speak anymore, he knew that everyone had a secret, just like his own taste disorder, he didn't want to be exposed by others, he didn't want to show his blood dripping in front of everyone.There must be a story about Chen Liang, and this story must be terrible, so terrible that an adult who is often expressionless will show a look of fear that does not match his personality.

He suddenly remembered the second meeting with Chen Liang. He stubbornly held Chen Liang's hand to wipe his blood, and even took Chen Liang's hand to take a taxi. Good hypocrisy, it turns out that everything is a misunderstanding.

"I'm sorry." Qiu Hanyu's voice was very low, but the sincerity of the apology was sincere, "I apologize for my previous recklessness."

Chen Liang lowered his head and did not speak, and the two remained silent until the gate of the community.

When Chen Liang was about to get off the car, Qiu Hanyu couldn't help asking: "Are you going to the appointment next Monday?"

Chen Liang nodded silently.

Qiu Hanyu breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "That's good, by the way, my friend's is a high-end restaurant, I hope you can dress..." Decent, handsome, neat?He deliberated for a long time, exhausted his knowledge of Chinese over the years, but he couldn't think of a word that would not hurt his self-esteem. Chen Liang had a clear mind and replied lightly: "I know."

Then he opened the umbrella and got out of the car, the rain beating down like beans, beating relentlessly on the flimsy umbrella, his shoes already soaked by the ankle-deep puddles, and he was unmoved.He quietly watched the fading red in the rain curtain, until the red car left safely and was engulfed by the darkness, then he stepped into another darkness.

No one had ever apologized to him before, knowing his fear of physical contact.Those people would even laugh unscrupulously, continue to pat him on the shoulder, and ridicule him for being hypocritical and artificial.

Only Qiu Hanyu would sincerely apologize, he was the first, and perhaps the only one.