The big boss came, and the people in the restaurant got up to greet him, saying good morning, he nodded lightly in response, cold and arrogant, his eyes swept in a certain direction, paused, and then his eyes narrowed slightly.

Where his eyes locked, Chu Yu's pair of chopsticks were still on top of the porridge bowl in front of Xiang Yuyu, and the radish in the bowl was very eye-catching.

He frowned and sat down casually.

After eating and not eating, the people in the restaurant all picked up napkins to wipe their mouths, left their seats, and said goodbye to the big boss.

Under the deep and stern gaze of the president, where can I still eat, and stay with the unsmiling president?

Xiang Yuyu looked at his face and felt that the person he met yesterday afternoon must have been a fake president.

Now he is the real him, with a cold expression and sharp eyes.

Thinking of that dream again, Xiang Yuyu couldn't help but shake, pushed the bowl, and stood up.

"Have you eaten enough?" Chu Yu asked her.

"Uh...... Yes, full. ”

Everyone else is gone, and if she doesn't leave, do you want to stay to prove that she is a foodie?

Walking out of the restaurant side by side with Chu Yu, Xiang Yuyu always felt that there was a gaze staring at her behind her, like a man's back.

The door of the restaurant was empty, and the footsteps could not be heard, so Xiao Muchun withdrew his gaze and pondered.

I don't know which department the man she dined with was......

Looks like he's twenty-five or sixteen years old? How many years older is he, so what, the older ones will take care of people.

Visually, his height should be 180, and he is 188, if it is competition, this one definitely has an advantage over him.

The man drove a good car, and his working years should not be long at this age, and his family was relatively wealthy, but when it came to wealth, he had a better chance of winning.

Just have breakfast, and give people side dishes, so attentive, enough doglegs!

But yesterday, I seemed to have buttered her bread and peppered the soup......

Suddenly, his face froze, hell, what was he doing?

Be all abroad!

Who she eats with, who she eats with, what is the subject of him?

As for yesterday, it was just to see her pitiful, listening to Bai Mo talk about her blind date process in the hot pot restaurant, knowing that she didn't eat anything, and then seeing that she met her ex-boyfriend, she suffered a little miserable, so she was invited to have a meal.

"President, breakfast is coming. Someone reminded softly.

Xiao Muchun coughed awkwardly, and deliberately put on a straight face, for fear of being seen what he was thinking.

"President, would you like to drink some porridge to warm your stomach first, or do you want to try the noodles first?" Today there are fried noodles, pork rib soup noodles, and fried noodles, or do you want to have a few xiaolongbao first?"

The table in front of him was filled with all kinds of food, and the smell was permeating.

Looking at it again, there were a lot of people standing next to him, the first few people were holding a tray in their hands, and the others were standing cautiously aside, as if waiting for the review, Xiao Muchun regretted a little, why did he come to the restaurant so well, how to eat with such a bunch of people? Besides, he had eaten at home.

However, he sat down here, and if he didn't eat and leave, it seemed that he couldn't say anything, and he forcibly resisted the thought of leaving with a black face, so he picked up the spoon and stretched it out to the wrinkled bowl.

I don't know what kind of madness I have, but I saw her get out of a man's car in the parking lot, so I followed her to the restaurant, what did I do with her?

I couldn't help but look at the position she was sitting in just now, the dishes and chopsticks on the table were still there, and I didn't have time to take them away, and I was inexplicably upset when I looked at it.

Seeing that he took a sip of porridge and frowned, the master who boiled the porridge quickly recalled in horror whether there was a mistake in the procedure of boiling porridge today, and thought about it in detail as if everything was the same as before, without cutting corners, but why did the president drink the porridge and frowned.

"President, if there is anything wrong with this porridge, just say it, you must change it, you must change it. "The master who boiled the porridge spoke with a trill.

Glancing at him, Xiao Muchun put down the spoon and stopped drinking the porridge, picked up the chopsticks and picked up a xiaolongbao, and the master of the steamed buns immediately looked nervous.

The canteen of Shaw Group is contracted, and the requirements for contractors are very strict, not only must they have all the qualifications and industry experience in the catering industry, but they must also be frequently assessed and control the environmental hygiene and food problems at ordinary times.

If there is no hygiene, the ingredients are shoddy, even if the taste is not good, it will be replaced, even if there are so many rules and regulations, every day is like walking on thin ice, people who want to contract are still squeezing their heads to come.

In addition to the income from meals, in order to promote the contractor to operate well, the group also has allowances and subsidies for the employees of the canteen and the canteen, which is not a small amount, so no one is reluctant to give up this piece of fat, staring at more, wishing that someone would leave, they would come.

Usually, it is difficult to see the president come to eat, but this came suddenly, who knows if it was to check, and the people in the canteen were naturally panicked, so they all went to the restaurant, for fear that the food they cooked would be picky.

Although each meal is strictly implemented in accordance with the standards, the hygiene is good, the environment is pleasing to the eye, and the taste is also cooked with heart, but after all, it is difficult to adjust, who knows if it is in line with the president's appetite, and who knows if the president will pick bones in the egg.

Worried in their hearts, of course, their eyes involuntarily stared at Xiao Mumu's movements and face.

Fortunately, he only drank two mouthfuls of porridge, ate a small long bao and put down his chopsticks, and the others quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

He stood up, and the head chef hurriedly spoke, "President, don't you want to taste anything else? Is it not to your liking? What do you like to eat, and I will make it for you alone?"

"No, I'm full. ”

"President, if you have any comments and instructions, please mention them, we can improve. ”

"It's good, keep it up. ”

When they heard this, their hearts were in their stomachs.

"However, don't prepare dried radishes for side dishes with porridge in the future. ”

Xiao Muchun had already walked out of the restaurant, and everyone was still looking at each other, thinking.

"What do you mean, President?" the head chef looked at everyone in surprise, obviously he didn't understand and wanted to find an answer.

The noodle maker was confident, "Since you don't let you prepare dried radishes, it's a problem with dried radish, and the president must not like dried radish." ”

"But the president obviously didn't touch the dried radish just now. ”

"Can't you dislike it if you haven't touched it? For example, the color, the smell, you don't like it when you see it, you don't like it, who still doesn't like it?"

"Makes sense. ”

Everyone was quite satisfied with this answer, and the head chef immediately asked people to call the supplier of dried turnips, and there was no need to deliver them in the future.

As soon as Xiao Muchun got off the elevator, Luo Ze greeted him.

"President, you have to hurry to the conference room for today's meeting at nine o'clock. He reminded in a whisper, with a little urging, after all, the president in his impression hates being late, hates others being late, and does not allow himself to be late, especially on official business.