Han Zhuo took the steamed dumplings to the box called Cailian Pavilion, and was walking, when someone suddenly called him: "Han ...... Boss Han, is that you?"

"Boss Han?" It seems that there are people in this world who call themselves like this for the first time, and when he turned his head, he turned around and saw a young man about thirty years old, holding a cardboard box in his arms, looking at him with a dejected expression.

Han Zhuo was stunned for two seconds before he recognized: "You are ...... The manager on duty the day before yesterday, Pang Sheng?"

Pang Sheng nodded again and again: "Boss Han still remembers me...... Well, Boss Han, what ...... you are."

The day before yesterday, Han Zhuo accompanied Tang Xiaoyou to Ren Mengying's birthday party, especially if he wanted to come and have a meal with the young master and princess, it was better to go home and eat the dishes cooked by Aunt Lan.

During the banquet, the manager on duty, Pang Sheng, accidentally broke a plate and was scolded by the young man of the restaurant, Leng Ru, and then everyone learned that his wife was seriously ill in bed, so Ren Mengying transferred the watch that Han Zhuo gave her to Pang Sheng on the spot.

Ren Mengying thought that the watch was worthless, and wanted to ridicule Han Zhuo, but she didn't expect Pang Sheng to go to the watch at that time, and finally prepared the formalities to treat his wife, but she didn't expect to be fired by the personnel manager in the name of absenteeism when she came to work today, which was really a mixed blessing.

This will be packing up his things and preparing to leave Yuehui Building, but he ran into Han Zhuo again in the corridor outside the box, but he was so surprised to see that Han Zhuo was actually wearing the uniform of the waiter in this wine suit.

"Boss Han, what are you...... Small...... A private interview with Weifu?"

Han Zhuo couldn't help laughing, thinking about it in his heart, it seemed to be a good idea, and replied: "A micro-service is a micro-service, but it is not a private visit, and you will leave after a while." ”

Pang Sheng suddenly realized: "I know, it's to experience the suffering of the people, otherwise a big boss like Boss Han would be too wronged to serve dishes in such a place." ”

Han Zhuo smiled: "I finally heard some useful words, by the way, how is your wife's illness?"

Pang Sheng looked grateful: "It's really thanks to Boss Han, oh and Miss Ren, if it weren't for you...... If it weren't for your ......," the big man of 1.8 meters couldn't help crying.

Han Zhuo patted him on the shoulder: "You have to stand up to it yourself, and your wife can rely on it." ”

"Hmm. Pang Sheng nodded heavily.

Han Zhuo saw that he was holding a large cardboard box in his arms, and asked curiously, "What are you...... Are you ready to quit your job?

Pang Sheng smiled bitterly: "I don't know what's going on, the personnel said that I was absent from work yesterday for no reason, and I was dismissed, but I obviously asked for leave, my wife had surgery yesterday, and I had to accompany her in the hospital." ”

Han Zhuo nodded, knowing in his heart that nine times out of ten, it was Leng Ru's kid who made it bad.

Pang Sheng looked sad again: "Hey, my wife's illness has just had hope, and it is the time to use the money, and suddenly she is unemployed again. ”

Han Zhuo asked, "I can't see that you still have a little ink in your stomach, why are you willing to work as a waiter here?"

Pang Sheng smiled shyly: "After graduating from junior high school, my family is poor, so I read miscellaneous books by myself." ”

Han Zhuo nodded: "You go back today, find some handymen to do it first, maybe it won't take a few days, you will come back to work again." ”

Pang Sheng bowed to Han Zhuo: "Thank you Boss Han for your auspicious words, there is no endless road, I won't just fall like this." ”

Han Zhuo looked at his back, thinking that Jian Wei was going to buy this restaurant, the masters here had no jobs, people like Pang Sheng who valued love and righteousness, and the pastry masters were also people with true temperament, how could they pull them?

Han Zhuo came to Cailian Pavilion with the plate of crystal dumplings, and before he entered the door, he heard a familiar voice from inside, and immediately snorted coldly: "It's really a young master and princess, dinner every day, and sing every night." ”

Pushing in, it was really a group of people like Leng Ru and Ren Mengying yesterday.

However, the number of people today is a little less, in addition to these two protagonists, there are only three people: Zhang Jian, Wang Tingting, and Bai Zhongping.

They obviously recognized Han Zhuo at a glance, and the expression on their faces almost read, "We're ready to fall into the well." ”

Zhang Jian took the lead in firing: "Ouch, isn't this the eldest son of Han, hey, there seems to be nothing wrong with him, the woman who was molesting the eldest brother in my uncle's bar yesterday, they didn't greet you well? Why did you get injured so quickly, and you still came to work in a cold restaurant? Hahahaha, you really have a fate." ”

Han Zhuo ignored him, directly served the plate to Zhuo, turned around and wanted to leave, Leng Ru's face changed, and he directly knocked over the plate with a wave of his hand: "Pick it up." ”

Han Zhuo turned around calmly: "What did you say, I'm sorry, I didn't hear clearly." ”

Leng Ru looked at Han Zhuo provocatively: "You brought a plate of dumplings from Siberia, they are all cold, how can you eat them? Didn't you receive training before working in our house? Pick it up and eat it, don't worry about it." ”

Leng Ru didn't know how Han Zhuo could serve the dishes here, but he didn't care, and it was really the right time and place, just when he saw that Han Zhuo was not pleasing to the eye, he automatically rolled it into his hands, and he would have nothing to find stubble during working hours in the future, and Han Zhuo was uncomfortable, and it was not a matter of convenience?

However, Han Zhuo didn't plan to give him another chance: "Do you know who you're talking to?"

Leng Ru kept sneering: "You are the king of heaven, you did something wrong today, shouldn't you be punished?"

Han Zhuogang was talking to Pang Sheng outside, he really wasted a little time, if Leng Ru blamed himself for being late, he said that it was nonsense for the dumplings to be cold, and there was an open furnace under the steamer to keep them warm.

No one had ever dared to be so rude to Han Zhuo, because Han Zhuo had never indulged them.

Tang Xiaoyou is not here today, Han Zhuo doesn't mind an inexplicable tornado in this house, whose neck is cut by the wind knife, it depends on his luck.

However, Han Zhuo soon had another idea, after all, this restaurant was what Jian Wei had just taken a fancy to, and Han Zhuo himself felt that the environment here was not bad, the downtown area was quiet, and it was very convenient to open the museum and accept apprentices in all aspects, and it was a little unlucky for them to see blood at this time.

"Do you think that being a young boy in a small restaurant can do whatever you want?" asked Han Zhuo painlessly.

Leng Ru hadn't spoken yet, but Ren Mengying couldn't hold it back: "Yes, and people like you will never experience such happiness." ”

Bai Zhongping asked angrily: "Besides, if an employee does something wrong, shouldn't the little boss criticize and correct it?" On the contrary, you, a small waiter, don't even have the qualifications to apologize to the boss, and you don't know what to do here." ”

"I didn't want to do anything, I just wanted to buy this restaurant. ”