Mother Zhao's eyes flashed with determination, and then said, "Son, mom is glad that you are a son, not a daughter. Learn from your father in the future, don't be sincere to any woman. Flower World, the game of the game, is really stupid. ”

"Look at Mom, look at your Dad, who is happy and who is sad? You can tell at a glance that Mom would rather you pay someone else than see you hurt a little bit..."

……

Zhao Tianqing spit out one smoke ring after another from his mouth, wandering his life, drunk and dreaming of death, and after waking up countless times, he found that everything was boring. He can't do his father's free and easy, show mercy everywhere, and he can't do the game life that his mother said.

Everyone has their own tracks, and there may be similarities between them, but in the end there is a difference, and he can only be him.

In the back kitchen, listening to the sound of Chef Li's cooking, Shui Yue frowned, listening to An Ming talking about the steps of making bread as plain as water, the two voices were mixed together, and she was upset.

Damn, what girl doesn't like to wear new clothes? I wish I could wear a new set of clothes a day, but under this premise, money is the key.

The family needs money, and she also has to eat and socialize, so how can she have extra money to buy too many new clothes? Damn, people go to work to earn money, and there is no reason why they have to put money in them, so who will do it?

"Master, you see that we are wearing work clothes, and we usually don't meet any guests when we go to and from work, what kind of thing is that dress ceremony!

After setting the plate, Chef Li threw the shovel in his hand into the stir-fry spoon that he usually treasured, everyone was shocked, Min Qinyue was decorating flowers on an eight-inch birthday cake, and when he heard it, the yellow roses under his hand immediately crooked an arc, destroying the beauty.

He glared at Chef Li angrily, came over in a few breaths, and stabilized his mood: "What do you want to do?

Chef Li, the kitchen knife in Wu Xiaopang's hand almost cut into his hand, An Ming's hand moved, and then continued to work, the corners of his mouth hung with relief.

Shui Yue smiled, she was thinking about going shopping after her shift tomorrow, buying some discounted and useful clothes, and calculating how much money she had left in her hand.

Zhao Tianqing was angry, there was a tall man on top of it, and besides, every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, the law does not blame the public, and they are in the back kitchen, of course, there is no big problem.

Shui Yue whispered: "Master, you don't want to buy clothes, right?" Manager Zhao is too unreasonable this time, let us go buy clothes, and don't give us a long salary. Alas, in the end, the wages are still too little..."

Chef Li smiled brightly, sweeping away the previous haze, "The head chef is mighty, it can be regarded as a relief for me, buy clothes, I have to tighten my belt this month and drink the northwest wind." Isn't it guys?"

"Yes!"

The big guy knocked on the things in his hand, there was a burst of jubilation, Min Qinyue's old face was red and hot, his heart was pounding, and then he was contemptuous, a little thing, what a move!

"What should you do, what should you do, delay the work in hand, I can't spare you first. ”

"Yes!"

Min Qinyue returned to his desk, plucked the yellow rose, re-painted it, added another one, sprinkled white truffle slices, and was done.