The poor young man Song Yong didn't know that such a small food stall had been temporarily blocked by local high-end catering talents.

Yes, the adjective blocking is indeed more appropriate.

After hanging up the intermediary phone angrily, he could only sit stupidly behind the bar of the small shop, trying to wait until there was a cheap and easy chef who could be lucky enough to deliver it to the door.

However, Song Yong waited until more than four o'clock in the afternoon, and the chef who came to the interview did not wait.

However, Uncle Qian, who came to the store once, had a baby son who gnawed at the old clan, and seemed to be in very good spirits, but at this time he led a bone rack to the door.

To say that it is a skeleton is a slightly exaggerated statement.

In fact, it was a man in his forties and thirties, with a body that looked like skin and bones.

Good guy! Obviously a man of about 1.8 meters.

In terms of weight, Song Yong doubted whether this product weighed 100 catties, and he was wearing a black tight T-shirt, but he wore the feeling of dangling hanging on the clothes pole.

Coupled with greasy, I don't know how long I haven't washed my hair, and there is an obscene temperament all over my body.

Suddenly, Song Yong remembered what he had promised Uncle Qian when he moved the heart of the silhouette, and suddenly had an extremely bad premonition in his heart.

God, this lewd man with a shelf of bones can't be the baby son who graduated from Shenzhen University in Uncle Qian's family, right?

By the way, this Shenzhen University graduate with Xiao Ma Ge, such an elite alumni, seems to be called Qian Wei.

If it really is, if he recruited this goods into the small shop to do things, didn't he invite a father to come back for himself.

Holding on to the last bit of luck, Song Yong greeted Uncle Qian first.

"Uncle Qian, why are you here? It's so hot weather, hurry up and sit down under the ceiling fan, this is the coolest place in the store." ”

Then, he shouted to the waitresses who were watching the TV show after they had finished all the preparations before the opening:

"Xiaojuan, help pour two cups of tea. ”

After doing all this continuously, Song Yongcai pointed to the skeleton man who was suspected to be Qian Wei, and asked, "Uncle Qian, who is this?"

"Boss Xiao Song, you are so polite. ”

At first glance, Uncle Qian, who had walked a long way under the sun, was now even sweating a lot of his short-sleeved shirt, and after he sat down, he drank half a cup of tea in one go, which was the expression of gratitude in his mouth.

Then, the words that continued to come out of Uncle Qian's mouth confirmed the bad guess in Song Yong's heart, :

"This is my family's unsuccessful son Qian Wei, now I brought you here! Don't worry, as long as you don't make a big mistake, if this kid dares to be lazy in the future, Boss Song, you can just clean it up, and I can write you a guarantee." ”

While speaking, Uncle Qian didn't know what he remembered.

He glared fiercely at his precious son, who sat down like a plague chicken, drooping his head without making a sound.

Then, Uncle Qian's eyes began to turn a little red, obviously there was something in it that Song Yong didn't know.

The problem is that Uncle Qian is no matter how difficult he is, Song Yong looked at Qian Wei, a skeleton man, and it was also quite tormenting.

Last time, he was in compassion, so he gritted his teeth and agreed to Uncle Qian's request.

That is also the barbaric mind of holding in his heart, directly subduing Qian Wei, an old man he has never met, and directly using his hands to subdue him; during this period, he is ready to go to the bureau and may have to squat for two days.

After Uncle Qian didn't appear, God knows how relieved this product was.

However, at this time today, after really seeing Qian Wei himself, how could he do it with such a fragile bone frame.

In other words, if the hand strength is a little bigger, what if this Qian Wei falls apart directly?

Uncle Qian's great fatherly love, although he was quite moved, but this kind of moving did not make Song Yong suffer such a huge trouble......

groaning, Song Yong wanted to find an excuse to reject the other party.

For example: so much time has passed, Qian Wei is too late to come now, and there is no shortage of people in the small store now.

I believe that if these excuses are said, Uncle Qian can't say anything, it can be called the perfect excuse.

However, when he looked at the snow-white hair on Uncle Qian's head, Song Yong muttered in his mouth, but he couldn't come up with such a perfect excuse.

With a wry smile in his heart, Song Yong procrastinated and talked about him left and right:

"Uncle Qian, I thought you wouldn't come, can I ask what kind of reason made you change your mind now?"

After hearing such a question, Uncle Qian smiled bitterly.

The old man, who was originally quite energetic, suddenly aged almost ten years old.

"Hehe! I'm not afraid of Xiao Song's jokes, I'll tell you that it's okay; a family of three lives in a big city like Shencheng, and it costs money to go to the market, so how can the salary of our old couple be enough under such a big expense?"

Qian Wei's mother found a job as a dishwasher and cleaner in the back kitchen of a supper restaurant. ”

It's just that just before getting off work a few days ago, she dragged the garbage in the store out to dispose of it, and just when she was crossing the street, a car that ran a red light hit it directly. ”

"Fortunately, the person didn't hit him directly, but after falling to the ground, his left leg was broken, and this age is cured, and he can't go to work, so I made up my mind, either this kid will make money to support himself, or starve to death. ”

After saying this, Uncle Qian had a gloomy and resolute face.

"I'm going! The world is too small. ”

This is the only thought in Song Yong's heart after listening to Uncle Qian's narration.

Even in his mind, he recalled a few days ago, he rode a small electric donkey, held a sabre, and frantically chased the eldest sister in the middle of the night.

The aunt who was unfortunately frightened and fell to the ground is probably Uncle Qian's old wife.

And speaking of which, because after the fall of the aunt, the current misfortune of Uncle Qian's family can really be involved.

Such an inference made Song Yong's heart hurt unspeakably, that is, if he really said no words now, he would not even be able to pass this hurdle in his own heart.

Anyway, Song Yong made a difficult decision in his heart:

The difficulty in this life is to be able to make himself have a clear conscience, even if he pays for Qian Wei's waste dim sum, he has to grit his teeth and take people down today.

To this end, he nodded and said:

"That's okay! There is still a shortage of dishes in the back kitchen, if Qian Wei can do it, then stay, rest assured that the treatment will not be worse than others. ”

asked Qian Wei to hide in the back kitchen to wash dishes, Song Yong was also in line with the idea of waste utilization and not frightening the guests.

"He can do it, but if he can't even wash a dish, can he still be considered a person. When Uncle Qian heard this, he hurriedly agreed.

There is no trace that his baby son, who graduated from Shenzhen University, will be overused.

Later, Uncle Qian hesitated and mentioned again:

"Boss Xiao Song, I see that your store is still recruiting cooks, can you let me try it? When I was working in the canteen, the big leaders above came down to inspect the work, and they all asked me to cook by name. ”

After hearing this, Song Yong actually didn't take Uncle Qian's words to heart.

He didn't want to hit the other party, and he replied like this:

"Is there anything you can't do, we're going to prepare a working meal soon, or Uncle Qian, you can make two dishes to try first, and then we'll talk about it after we finish trying the dishes." ”

I don't know, it's an illusion in front of me.

He always felt that after he finished saying this, Uncle Qian's originally straight waist pole became like a spear in the sky after an instant.