A fat chicken, a piece of beef, a few pounds of ribs, and a handful of lettuce.

The above are the ingredients that Song Yong planned to leave for the evening after returning from the market in the morning to prepare working meals for everyone in the store.

Put on an apron and stand in front of the board.

Song Yong immediately found that when he talked to him before, Uncle Qian, who seemed a little submissive, and even a little flattering in words, had a different temperament.

How do you say it? It feels like a king, back to his former territory.

"Boss Xiao Song, among the eight major cuisines, I am also good at Hunan cuisine and Sichuan cuisine, these two cuisines are relatively proficient; ”

"As for lettuce, then add some minced garlic and stir-fry it, what do you think of this arrangement?"

Faced with such a question from Uncle Qian's mouth, Song Yong naturally said yes again and again.

At this moment, in his heart, a huge expectation inexplicably rose.

Because of the huge changes in Uncle Qian's momentum before and after, as well as the statement that he is good at Sichuan cuisine and Hunan cuisine, he has the illusion that he is not sure that he is going to win the lottery again.

I expected a cheap and easy-to-use chef to come to my door with a bold idea in this way.

It's a pity that under the gaze of his fighting spirit, he soon began to be disappointed again.

I saw that Uncle Qian's hands and feet were nimble, and he began to busily handle these kinds of ingredients; to tell the truth! Uncle Qian's handling of ingredients was very fast, and at first glance, he was a good hand in the public canteen.

In addition, his knife skills are also good.

But this kind of good knife work, that is, compared to a good home-cooked chef like himself, really has to be counted from a professional point of view, and it can only be regarded as average.

As big as the expectations are, then the disappointment can be as big as the disappointment.

Uncle Qian didn't finish cutting a fat chicken in his hand, and Song Yong lost the idea of continuing to watch.

However, Uncle Qian, who started cooking, is now a little intoxicated, and he is wholeheartedly preparing to take out a few big dishes.

For this reason, in order not to disturb Uncle Qian's play, Song Yong whispered to Qian Wei behind him:

"Let's go out and talk. ”

After finishing speaking, Song Yong took the lead and walked out of the small shop and walked towards the wall opposite the entrance of the small shop.

And when he walked to the position, when he looked back, he found that Qian Wei, who was drooping his head like a plague chicken, walked to the position of the store door slowly.

In other words, if it were in the primordial plane, someone from the Gray Rabbit tribe would dare to make such an ink movement in front of him.

Brother Yong, who is so short-tempered, estimates that he has a big foot board that represents justice, and I am afraid that he would have kicked it up several times a long time ago.

But now, Song Yong could only hold back his annoyance, and the urge to go up is a kick.

In such an annoyed state, Song Yong felt that chewing gum couldn't save him.

Therefore, he finally took out a soft white sand and lit it for himself, of course, as a senior old cigarette money, he did not forget to give Qian Wei this goods, and also issued one.

As for the question of whether Qian Wei smokes or not, there is no need to ask about this.

Because Song Yong had already seen this product, the obvious smoky yellow marks on his index and middle fingers, it would be strange if Qian Wei didn't smoke.

It's just that when Qian Wei took the cigarette, he skillfully lit it, and spit out a good-looking smoke ring.

Song Yong reacted suddenly: "Damn! Such waste is embarrassed to smoke......

The reason why Qian Wei was called out was that Song Yong planned to have a good chat with the other party, or to put it another way, to see if he could scare the other party after showing off his muscles.

After all, such a skeleton of bones can scare it without making a move, which is the best result.

Anyway, he didn't expect this guy to do things well, and he just didn't add more trouble to him in the future.

Therefore, after taking a puff of cigarette and feeling the refreshing feeling all over his body, Song Yong spoke:

"Qian Wei, you are a graduate of Shenzhen University, right! Then in the Chinese Department of Shenzhen University, that young Professor Chen Fangyuan Chen, you should know him, right?"

Originally, when Qian Wei was called out to chat, he still had some apprehension in his heart.

The main thing is that this young boss, who is said to be going to beat him at every turn, has caused him unspeakable pressure.

But all this, after the other party sent him a cigarette and talked about such a topic, he gradually relaxed.

Well, yes, it's all a legal society now.

How can there be a reason to beat people at every turn, he is not afraid to call the police himself and then arrest him?

Therefore, Qian Wei immediately relaxed, began to pose in a loose posture, shaking his legs, and said in his mouth:

"Of course I know, when I was studying at Shenzhen University, he was just an ordinary lecturer, and I didn't expect him to be a professor in the past few years, but with his family background and ability, it is not a strange thing. ”

Qian Wei, who answered so easily, thought that the next time would be a friendly conversation.

It was only after a long time that he realized that he was a little too naïve, and that this society was so cruel.

"It is naturally best to know Professor Chen and the situation of Professor Chen's family. After hearing this answer, Song Yong, the little boss, nodded with satisfaction.

Then, after taking out his mobile phone and clicking it a few times, he handed it to Qian Wei for him to take a look.

When Qian Wei looked over, he found that this should be the circle of friends of this Xiao Song boss.

Then, he clearly saw that there were several photos on it, all of which were photos of several people in the store, including the boss of Xiao Song, and Professor Chen's family.

It can be seen that in the photo, Boss Song and Professor Chen's family are very close, and obviously have an excellent personal relationship.

In this regard, Qian Wei only had a strong envy in his heart.

Because Professor Chen's father was a big figure in the city, it was no secret among their students.

Even when he graduated, he had unrealistic fantasies:

If Professor Chen helped me say hello, I am afraid that I can find a good job with an easy and high salary quite easily!

It's a pity that he just took one of Professor Chen's elective courses and didn't have any friendship in private.

The above thoughts, that are really just thoughts.

Just as he was about to chat with the kind little Song boss in front of him, this little Song boss suddenly became hateful, and his mouth also issued a vicious threat:

"I'm not afraid to tell you that last time Professor Chen's precious son, Xiaobao, I desperately saved him from the hands of human traffickers, and Professor Chen and his father's secretary promised me that if they were in trouble, they would call them. ”

"In addition, the driver who caused your mother to fall, in fact, I have already avenged you, the head of a man* trafficker, and on the same day I cut off one of her hands, which seems to have been taken by wild dogs, and has not been found until now. ”

"I'm telling you this, just to let you know: if you don't work well in my shop, then don't wonder if I'm going to hit you, and even if I go in, I'm just a phone call away, and if I beat up garbage like you, people will just applaud. ”

Such a passage directly made poor Qian Wei stupid.

At this moment, he felt the deep malice of the world towards him, and instinctively he wanted to refute something, saying that it was all fake.

It's just that combined with what he knows, he has nothing to say at all.

Even if he was already like this, the hateful-looking little Song boss yelled at him again:

"From today onwards, don't let me see your body shaking and shaking, men are poor, women are shaking, Uncle Qian has never handed you such a thing? Anyway, if I see you shaking once in the future, I will beat you once. ”

If he hadn't asked himself if he couldn't beat Song Yong, Qian Wei probably would have pounced on him a long time ago.

At this moment, he just wants to go home, maybe only the computer and Internet at home can save and soothe his seriously frightened little heart......

looked at Qian Wei, who was frightened like a quail.

For a while, Song Yong's heart was full of thoughts that had never been clearer, and even the soft white sand with a cigarette butt left in his mouth felt even more mellow.

Then, a terrifying voice rang in his ears:

"Song Yong, you bastard, you scumbag, liar! Last time you promised me not to smoke recently, are you disgusted that your life is too long~"

So, a few seconds ago, he was still coaxing, boasting that Brother Yong, who could be smooth in the game, was coaxed in an instant!