"Sixth brother, this is a photo I took, take a look. ”

In a house outside Jingling University, a young man with a shaved head respectfully handed a stack of photos to a man with a broken horn deer tattooed on his arm.

"Just this photo, why did you take it for three days? Do you also open a beautiful face? Are you going to be a paparazzi or to follow it!"

"Smack!"

The photos flew and threw on the face of the green-skinned man.

Xie An walked out of the office of the logistics office.

Xie An got into the car.

Xie An walked in and was silent.

Xie An ran out of the food without saying a word.

Xie An looked at Hou (shēn) with a complicated expression.

......

The green-skinned man looked aggrieved: "Sixth brother, it's not that I don't work, it's really ...... The driver surnamed Xie, I ride a shared bicycle. Just these few photos I squatted to shoot, or you can get us a car too, I will definitely follow the shots, just like Hollywood drag racing shots!"

"Roll the calves. The tattoo (shēn) man scolded angrily and pointed to the last photo: "What is this (qíng) situation? ”

The green-skinned man glanced at the photo and was interested: "Sixth brother, you are asking! That's it, if you don't ask, I have to give you a good talk." I'm not ......."

"Getting to the point!"

Seeing that the sixth brother's patience was insufficient, the green-skinned man immediately silenced, swallowed a ball of saliva, sorted out the order, and spoke carefully.

After seeing Director Zhang, the kid surnamed Xie went directly to the restaurant where he ate, but he ran out after staying for less than half an hour. ”

"He really ran out, and I took this picture when he ran outside and stopped. ”

"Yes, he's still swearing, as if someone has done something to him. ”

"I guess he's ......"

"Wait!" the green-skinned man was interrupted by the shēn man before he could finish speaking.

The shēn man picked up the photo again and held it in his hand: "You mean, after he came out, he scolded as he walked, right?"

"Yes...... Right. The green-skinned man thought he had said the wrong thing and replied with a shudder.

"Did you give him anything?" asked the shēn man after a moment's thought.

"Yes, I put it on the glass of his car and saw it put away for myself. The green-skinned man patted (xiōng) and reassured.

"This kid went to the chef as soon as he got out of the office?"

"Yes, I saw him walk in, absolutely. ”

"Oh?" the corners of the man's mouth rose: "Didn't you just say that the shared bicycle can't catch up with other people's four-wheeled people? Why is it so fast?

The green-skinned man was stunned when he heard this, and sneered: "Sixth brother, I ......"

"I really didn't see it with my own eyes, but I always followed him, and I definitely haven't been anywhere else!"

The green-skinned man slammed the bore (xiōng).

"It's better to be like this, otherwise it's bad for Lao Tzu's business (qíng), be careful to break your dog's legs. The sixth brother said fiercely: "Let me go and keep an eye on that store, keep an eye on it, keep an eye on it, and write it down and tell me as long as there is something unusual." ”

"Wrap it up on me (shēn)!" the green-skinned man agreed, cheerfully.

"But sixth brother, I don't understand, isn't it the kid surnamed Xie who is stealing business with us? Why are you staring at that cook? He doesn't even know where the door of the logistics office of Jingling University is opening......

"What a pig brain!" The tattoo man scolded and stood up (shēn): "What is the surname Xie for?"

"Animal husbandry professional pig raiser, raised for three years, pigs were stolen. Qingpi still has a relatively comprehensive grasp of Xie An's information.

"Then does he know how to make lo-mei?"

"No......" Qingpi wasn't sure.

"Definitely not! You think, if a pig farmer can make lo-mei himself, why should he find a chef to work with? Even if he cooperates, he can't find a chef who has his own shop. ”

This was said a little twisted, and Qingpi reacted for a long time before he stretched out his thumb: "The sixth brother is a cow!"

"Otherwise, I'm brother, you can only run errands. The tattoo (shēn) man was very satisfied with this rainbow (pì) and continued to speak: "Can you guess why the surname Xie got angry after he came out?"

The green-skinned man touched his head and said confidently: "I must have been scared after seeing the note, worried that we would smash my job, so I asked the chef to discuss quitting, and then I didn't talk about it." ”

The tattoo (shēn) man said loudly: "This thing on the top of your neck is also called a head, right? How does it feel like having no brains? We were originally writing this to the cook who said something!"

"You don't want to think about it, opening a restaurant is praised like this, there are a few people who don't add ingredients, not to mention that I heard that the chef is still a student who graduated from the old south, what kind of skills can he have? It's not an exaggeration to say that he makes pig food, right?"

"It can also make that group of college students talk about delicious food every day, and it is definitely something added, you know what I mean?"

The green-skinned man let out a sigh and slapped his thigh: "No wonder Sixth Brother, you let me keep an eye on their shop, I understand! You want me to find out where the chef buys medicine, and then we can follow the medicine, right?"

"But haven't we always had a special spice for you?"

"you!" the tattoo (shēn) man slapped Qingpi on the head.

"Lao Tzu wants you to look at it and ask clearly, as long as someone comes out, you will ask if it is delicious, and then call to report. ”

"If you open a restaurant, you still dare to take drugs, as long as you find it above, then this life will be over, and you will open a store, I will let you go inside and open a good store, and see who dares to grab this stall with me!" The tattoo (shēn) man said coldly.

"But—to talk about the taste, wouldn't it be nice for us to eat it ourselves, why—ask others?" Qingpi covered his head with a look of grievance.

纹 (shēn) male: ......

"It must have been infected by you, get out, go eat it, report it to me if it's delicious." ”

Joy Street, food is silent.

Su Zifang had not yet realized that a (yīn) conspiracy against him had begun, and was still leisurely making peace.

"You've been with you for half an hour, won't you take a break?" Shen Anyan said with concern beside her.

"It's good to finish this bit of noodles, I just asked Ao Zuo, and he said that the noodles must be in place at one time, otherwise the noodles will be glutinous for a while, kneaded for a while, and the effect will not be good. ”

"Then you don't have too many noodles, don't you? You can't eat so much for staff meals. ”

"Practice your hands at night, and get up tomorrow morning to add fried buns to the store for breakfast, which has been notified by Yang Qiong in the group. ”

"It was learned so quickly, it seems that it is still useful for Grandpa Xia to teach it twice. ”

Shen Anyan already knew Su Zifang's embarrassment when he studied in the afternoon, and expressed surprise at his speed of progress.

Su Zifang smiled awkwardly, revealing the face of an unscrupulous capitalist: "No! it's me and noodles, Mu Fei mixes the stuffing, and Xiaoman and Zidan make raw fried tomorrow morning." ”

Shen Anyan: ......

Su Zi put this (cāo) as a work so that she had nothing to say.

"What about them?" happened to talk about other people, Shen Anyan asked by the way, "Why is this point not in the kitchen?"

"You just finished making jelly before you came, and now you guess you're lazy. Su Zifang said seriously, completely ignoring that after receiving the message that Shen Anyan was coming, he directly pushed a few people out of the back kitchen (cāo).

"Aren't you going to fry buns with graduate students?" the eyes of several people were full of surprise.

"I'll study it tomorrow!" Su Zi put it and closed the door.

Just kidding, it's fun to study cooking and fall in love (ài)!