The husband and wife of a wealthy school

Zhao Yan went a little early today, and it was only six o'clock when he arrived at the Grand Hyatt Hotel, not even the time for him to go to work.There are a few diners sitting sporadically in the store, and the back kitchen is already busy.

The back kitchen smelled of smoke and fire, and it was not cold at all. You could smell the aroma of various dishes mixed together. He stood aside and watched Uncle Guo cook.

Uncle Guo is making a pickled fish dish.

"It's cold in winter, customers like to order this dish, it tastes lively." Uncle Guo was talking, and his subordinates didn't stop.

Uncle Guo's knife skills are very good, Zhao Yan has not seen clearly how he does it, he has already separated the bone and flesh of a fish neatly, and cut it into slices.

"Uncle, your hands are really fast." Zhao Yan said.

"Practice makes perfect. If you do it a lot, you will get it. Uncle will be quicker when holding a kitchen knife. You will not be scolded by your aunt if you usually slow down. Your aunt is impatient and has no mercy."

Uncle Guo is indeed a bit fat, in Zhao Yan's impression, it seems that every chef is more or less fat.He smiled very kindly, and the look in his eyes when he talked about his wife could make someone like Zhao Yan who has never experienced love think of growing old together.

Uncle Guo continued: "The fish head and bones should not be thrown away. They must be marinated together with the fish first, and then put them in the oil pan again. The soup will be thick and nutritious."

Zhao Yan's home is in the northwest, where water resources are scarce. When the temperature is high in summer, the water in the well dries up, and the domestic water is stored in rainy days, so he seldom eats fish.Unless there is a wedding or a wedding, fish can be eaten at the banquet.

There are fish sellers in the town, but most of them are shipped from other places, the price is relatively expensive, and their family has never eaten them.

Later, he dawdled around by himself, living a boring life, and he didn't know how to cook fish, let alone think of cooking fish for himself.

"This cooking looks simple, and everyone can do it, but it takes a lot of effort to make it well. For example, the fish soup, how to cook it, and how long it is cooked are all particular. Take care of it." , so that the freshness and tenderness of the fish can be boiled into the soup. Although the taste of this pickled fish is focused on the fish, but when it is made, it is still mainly to work on the soup. The meat in the soup can be delicious when the soup is done."

Uncle Guo talked while cooking, very detailed, Zhao Yan also listened very carefully, he never knew that there are so many specialties in cooking.

Soon the sauerkraut fish came out of the pan, and it was full of color and fragrance. Just looking at it made people move their index fingers.

Uncle Guo: "When you go to my house on Sunday, Uncle cooks for you. It's useless to know how to know. It's cooking. The touch is very important. You need to practice more, otherwise it's a fake skill. I'll let you learn it another day."

As the saying goes, it is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish.Uncle Guo taught him so unreservedly, Zhao Yan felt very sorry: "Thank you Uncle Guo, I will study hard."

Zhao Yan knew that Uncle Guo didn't want his gratitude, he wanted him to be a good apprentice and pass on his craft.

Food is the most important thing for the people. If you learn how to cook, you will not be afraid of not making money. He was a little poor in his last life.

It's ridiculous to say that when he does it all over again, he always wears golden fingers. He... seems to be a little bit trapped by money.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yan couldn't help laughing again, laughing at himself for being greedy. In this world, there is nothing more precious than youth and time. Sure enough, he is obsessed with money.

He knows that this is only temporary. He is only 18 years old after he has finished his studies and learned the craft. He will have a very good future and make his family better and better.

At nine o'clock, Zhao Yan got off work, walked out of the back kitchen, and went to the bathroom before leaving.

The bathroom is well decorated, with a sink, a sink, and a mirror.

The mirror reflected his black and white face, black eyes and hair, fair skin.

He is still a little unaccustomed to his young face, as green as an immature plum.

Time is really unfair, he remembers that Yan Cheng's face 15 years later, compared with the one he saw last time, obviously only lacks some collagen.And I am really different, like one is a son and the other is a father.

Zhao Yan wiped off the water stains on his hands and was about to leave when he caught a glimpse of a black thing that looked like a wallet lying on the beige tiles under the sink.

He walked over, picked it up, and it turned out to be a wallet. It had a black leather surface, and the leather surface was soft and smooth. It seemed that it was not of the same grade as the street stalls he knew.

He weighed it, the weight was not light, it must have been dropped by the guests who came to the restaurant for dinner.Zhao Yan thought for a minute, considering whether to open it.Finally, he opened it. He wanted to see if there were business cards, ID cards, photos and other things that could prove the identity of the owner.

As soon as he opened it, Zhao Yan's eyes froze, not on the thick renminbi, nor on the row of cards that he didn't even know what they were, but on the wallet that could be opened as soon as it was opened. in a photo I saw.

The little boy in the photo looks like he is in his teens, with big eyes and a bun face, with such a vigorous look, he can't be locked in a two- or three-inch flat photo, and he almost wants to tear through the paper.

Although shrunk a circle, Zhao Yan still recognized Yan Cheng at a glance.Beside him is a very beautiful woman, who looks somewhat similar to him, she should be his mother.

He hadn't recovered from the brilliance of the ten-year-old Yan Cheng, when the door of the bathroom was suddenly opened, and Zhao Yan raised his head, meeting the eyes of the person at the door.

Liu Guohua's gaze shifted from Zhao Yan's face to the wallet he was holding, which remained open.Liu Guohua immediately turned black, snatched the wallet, and without asking 21, began to spray: "What the hell are you doing?! You poor, didn't your mother teach you to pick up money? Sure enough, the whole family is garbage .”

With that said, Liu Guohua began to check Yan Cheng's wallet, he wanted to see if there was anything missing.After searching for a long time, I realized that it was not his own wallet. How did he know if there was something missing? What a fucking!

"You fucking don't go, if you lose a penny, I'll tell you to get out of this school." Liu Guohua took out his hand and called Yan Cheng: "Ah Cheng, I found my wallet. It's in the bathroom. Come here and grab it. A thief."

Zhao Yan felt that it was a pity that Liu Guohua didn't wear his shit-yellow, shit-yellow clothes today that could make his face look like shit-yellow.He turned his head and looked at the mirror on the sink. His thin neck and fair face looked like a little sheep.

Yan Cheng came quickly.When he was eating, he found that his wallet was missing. He was very anxious, not because he cared about the little money in the wallet, but because there was a photo in the wallet, the only photo of him and his deceased mother.

His mother has passed away for many years, and the reason why it is the only one is because his stepmother lost all the others. For this reason, until now, his relationship with his stepmother has been very tense.

Several people who had dinner together looked for it separately, just like ants on a hot pot, he received a call from Liu Guohua, and when he rushed to the bathroom, his head was still sweating.

Yan Cheng didn't see Zhao Yan inside, his eyes were always on the wallet.When he received the call just now, he only heard "the wallet was found", and he didn't care about the "thief" mentioned later.

Liu Guohua handed him the wallet: "Ah Cheng, let's see if there is anything missing."

Seeing the photo, Yan Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the wallet from four angles: "There is nothing missing."

Liu Guohua: "Don't you count the money inside?"

"What are you counting for? I never count, and I don't." Yan Cheng closed his wallet and put it in his pocket with a nonchalant expression.

Only then did he see Zhao Yan standing inside, "I know you, you are the Zhao Yan who lent me the umbrella last night, right?"

Usually, Yan Cheng can't remember people who have only met once or twice.I can think of Zhao Yan because he always feels that this person's lips are very suitable for his aesthetics. You must know that Yan Cheng's aesthetic level is very high, and few things can catch his eyes.In other words, he thought the man had beautiful lips.

It's a pity it's a man!

Zhao Yan didn't understand. He felt that Yan Cheng should say, you are the Zhao Yan who drugged me and wanted to have sex with me, right?

He originally thought that when Yan Cheng came and confirmed that there was nothing missing in the wallet, he could pay back his innocence.However, this young master... seems to take money too seriously, as if he doesn't know how much money he has in his wallet.

Then Liu Guohua should not be allowed to talk nonsense.

Zhao Yan said to Yan Cheng: "Student, I don't have a cell phone, can I borrow your cell phone to make a call?"

Yan Cheng didn't ask anything, and took out his mobile phone to Zhao Yan.

Liu Guohua became anxious: "Ah Cheng, there is something wrong with this kid, he probably stole the money from your wallet."

Here, Zhao Yan got through the phone: "Hello, is it 110? Someone accused me of stealing. This is the Grand Hyatt Hotel on X Road in the Gaogao District. Please come here..."