"Hello, I am Zhao Mingshan, the manager of the restaurant, I should be hired to leave my contact information, and we will notify you within three days for assessment. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info "Zhao Mingshan is a middle-aged man in his early forties, meticulous in a black suit, but his peaceful face gives people a sense of rigor, and he did not despise her because of Jiang's appearance, and gave a good first impression to the two.

"Can I cook?"

This kind of childlike question Zhao Mingshan decisively wanted to refuse, anyone who saw a girl with the appearance of Jiang would be suspicious when she came to apply for a chef, worried that her delicate skin would be scalded and full of blisters, or her slender arms would be broken. Zhao Mingshan didn't put on a superfluous expression out of quality, but this doesn't mean that he will agree in his heart.

It seems that the urgently issued announcement of the recruitment of chefs is still in a hurry, and another age limit should be added.

"Opportunity is always different, isn't it?" Jiang laughed, the girl's smile was pure and thorough, and there seemed to be something hidden in her beautiful eyes that Zhao Mingshan couldn't read.

"Okay, you two, please come with me. Zhao Mingshan was in a trance inexplicably, and then carefully looked at the two of them, and brought them into the kitchen.

"Little girl, what do you want to cook?" the head chef stopped what he was doing, asked a helper to handle it simply, and walked towards Xinjiang.

"Let's be a little bit easier. Jiang looked at the entire kitchen slightly, "Is it okay to fry shredded potatoes?"

Zhao Mingshan's heart sank slightly, after all, she was a little girl who didn't know anything about the world, and it seemed that her incorrect move just now was about to brew a farce.

"Absolutely. The head chef was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile, brought the clean potatoes with interest, and asked, "How are you going to make them?" I'm really not good at fried potatoes, but I've heard the names of several different fried potato dishes......

"Is there a variety of fried potatoes?" Jiang couldn't help but be curious after taking the potatoes, staring at the three potatoes in his palm, trying to think about what else they could become.

The head chef's tone froze, then he laughed heartily a few times and didn't speak again.

"You're here to keep an eye on me. Zhao Mingshan explained to a waiter in a low voice, his eyes paused from Jiang Jiang, who was looking at potatoes curiously, and then turned to leave.

Stir-fried potatoes are very simple, the chefs in the kitchen can do a decent job with their eyes closed, and a few people who watched the excitement have gone back, leaving Zhang Xuan, the waiter and the head chef by Jiang's side.

After a while, the fried potatoes were ready, Zhang Xuan took back his mobile phone, just now he sent a message to An Geru and chatted a few words that were not nutritious, just to pass the time, although he opposed Jiang being a chef, but he didn't think that Jiang could not pass this test.

As soon as the dish was put on the plate, Jiang took the lead in taking a shredded potato and put it in his mouth, and his moist eyes couldn't help but open, "It's so delicious." ”

The head chef couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw her, and he only thought that this girl was very cute, but the idea of being a chef was just a thought after all, and with this thought, he also picked up his chopsticks and sandwiched a shredded potato.

"It tastes good. The head chef chewed and said casually, but the next moment his expression suddenly froze, and then his whole body also froze, only his eyes stared, Zhang Xuan looked at him, and then looked at Jiang, the eyes of the two were surprisingly synchronized.

So I also picked up the chopsticks and tasted them, and couldn't help but be very surprised: "Why is it so delicious?"

Now that most of the three meals a day are prepared by Xinjiang, Zhang Xuan's diet level has suddenly improved to a higher level, although he will not feel that the dishes he ate before are difficult to swallow, but his appetite is undoubtedly a lot, and now he has eaten more delicious dishes.

"The slaves have this effect by converting most of the nutrients in the potatoes into something that enhances taste sensation. Jiang whispered to Zhang Xuan and explained, "There are no side effects, but it can't provide energy to the body." ”

Zhang Xuan was a little surprised, he didn't expect the demon to have this ability, which made him wonder if there was a demon among those top chefs.

"Only the Great Demon can. Jiang added as if hearing Zhang Xuan's heart.

"This ...... The head chef came back from the shock, and suddenly thought that the words of calling the girl in front of him a young lady were frivolous and not solemn, so he quickly changed his words: "This lady, do you really want to apply for our restaurant?"

Speaking of this, the head chef was apprehensive for the first time, even the moment his daughter was born, he was full of confidence in addition to being nervous, but now Xinjiang made him feel like he came to the restaurant to visit the door.

"Well, this dish may surprise you, but you can take it for testing, and it won't have any harmful ingredients. Jiang put his hand into Zhang Xuan's pocket, his cheeks were slightly hot, and then took out his mobile phone.

"My mobile phone number is ......" Jiang looked at the call record with great difficulty to read out a string of numbers, and then breathed a sigh of relief, "You can arrange it with your manager first, and then call tomorrow if you can." ”

The two walked out of the Chinese restaurant, and Zhang Xuan did not hesitate to raise objections, or for that reason, he didn't want Jiang to do this kind of work that was not suitable for girls.

"The slave family doesn't cook a lot of dishes, tomorrow the slave family will explain the situation of this kind of dish, I only make three dishes a day for this kind of dish. Jiang said.

"So they will still apply for you?" Zhang Xuan no longer objected strongly after hearing Jiang's idea, but he didn't know if he could still apply for the job.

"Rest assured, this Chinese restaurant has just opened, and the rational use of this kind of food can help them attract a lot of customers, and they will not refuse. ”

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The night is gradually sinking, and for a city that never sleeps, its sky is still brightly illuminated by bright lights

The luxury of a city is reflected in this, but in this prosperity, there is still a little bit of light gradually falling silent, waiting for the next day's rebirth.

The lights in each room of Zhang Xuan's house went out, and Jiang was wearing the girlish pajamas that Zhang Xuan gave her, tossing and turning on the bed.

The phone was thrown aside, and the few small games downloaded in it were not interesting to play, Jiang touched his cheek, it was a little hot, and under normal circumstances, the demon would not be too affected by the temperature, and the cold was just an accident.

Jiang turned on the air conditioner and felt that the cold wind of the air conditioner could calm him down.

That day, the mountain stream cut off the power supply line inside the air conditioner, but it was violent, and now it has been repaired by her with demonic power.

The cold wind gradually cooled the temperature of the room, and Jiang got up from his bed, looked up at the time, and gradually moved his gaze from the clock to the doorknob, as if it would spin and open the next moment.

Jiang's cheeks began to heat up again, but he couldn't stop thinking why his husband hadn't come yet, he had already hinted at doing something like that in the morning, but now it was early in the morning!

Jiang only felt that his chest jumped suddenly, his cheeks were burning as if they were burning, and he was a little aggrieved, but more than that, he was ashamed.

Does the husband want to go over by himself?