In the days that followed, the old customers who came to eat at a restaurant finally found that a restaurant seemed to be a little different from the past.

Intuitively speaking, the small boss in the restaurant has a calm face every day, and the probability of dark dishes appearing in the food served has jumped from 60% to 80%.

In addition, the man in the haute suit who used to report on time every day suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by the occasional "aggressive" voice in the kitchen.

Everyone's eyes vaguely communicated with each other, and each made up their own story.

Wang Zhenjiang is the most familiar with Yi Baitang among all of them, and after eating six dark dishes in a row, he finally couldn't help but clear his throat and speak: "That, little boss—"

Yi Baitang frowned and glanced at Wang Zhenjiang.

Wang Zhenjiang: Don't say it, the other party's appearance is quite deterrent.

Wang Zhenjiang was suddenly coerced, and his voice was also lowered an octave: "It's nothing, it's nothing, I just want to ask, what is the voice in there?" Little boss, have you hired someone recently? ”

The people around cast their eyes one after another, we just want to eat something delicious, who cares about inviting people.

Yi Baitang was unhappy when he thought of Sun Ling, his voice was very cold, it was like taking a mouthful of ice cream: "I didn't invite anyone." ”

Wang Zhenjiang cleared his throat again, but before he could speak, Yi Baitang had already turned around and entered the kitchen.

Wang Zhenjiang was stunned.

The rest of the people sighed: "The little boss is really not in a good mood, and it has lasted so long, is it a broken love?" ”

Between a curtain, Yi Baitang walked into the kitchen and came to the board to see Sun Ling cutting black-bone chicken.

At a glance, his face was gloomy; When I looked at it again, my face was a little more gloomy...... By the time Sun Ling chopped the third knife, Yi Baitang's face had become even more gloomy than a water-stained rag.

Sun Ling was trembling not only with the hand holding the knife, but also with the little heart in his chest.

Who is going to tell me why the teacher is so terrible when he sinks his face, isn't he just cutting a chicken, making it look like he is cutting people......

"Alright."

Before Sun Ling slashed the fourth knife, Yi Baitang opened his mouth with an unkind face.

Sun Ling obediently stopped.

"Go serve the food and clean up the table." Yi Baitang said.

Sun Ling didn't refute, silently picked up the tomato beef stew on the side, and smeared oil on the soles of his feet and went outside.

When he got outside, he looked at the surprised eyes of the diners with the dishes in hand, and he suddenly remembered: Hey, I've been here for almost seven days, wiping the floor every day when the guests come, continuing to wipe the floor after the guests leave, and tidying up the kitchen when the guests are there, just like a hidden snail boy, it's the first time I can meet these people, anyway, at this rate, can I really learn to make the dish I want to make in half a month......?

In the kitchen, after Sun Ling went out, Yi Baitang looked at the black-bone chicken that had been cut off a third on the board.

With just one glance, he sighed deeply, deeply.

It's been seven days.

From the morning to let the other party see the late, from the morning to let the other party see the late, even the proportion of stir-frying let the other party look at it directly, but in the end, even the poultry knife technique that has been said over and over again is not good, and the bones are cut into stubble, and the tongue has to be cut.

…… Appalling.

…… There's no talent at all.

…… Why just can't understand people.

…… Insulted to the profession of chefs.

Yi Baitang deeply felt that the resentful soul of the little black chicken was floating in the sky, looking at him sadly.

He glanced sympathetically in the direction of his feelings, picked up his own cleaver, and with two strokes, it only took one minute and forty-five seconds to dismember most of the remaining chickens.

Yi Baitang made the last fruit salad for lunch in the kitchen.

Outside the kitchen, Sun Ling received the baptism of the eyes of the guests when he came out.

Sun Ling has been in battle for a long time, and he is very good at coming to things, and when he brought the tomato beef stew in his hand, he called a circle of uncles and uncles by the way, and when he put down the dishes, this group of regular customers had already chatted with Sun Ling.

Wang Zhenjiang: "Are you a new person invited by the little boss?" ”

Sun Ling was modest: "No, no, no, I'm just an ordinary clerk in the teacher's shop." ”

Other guests: "Teacher? ”

Sun Ling continued to be modest: "The teacher didn't let me call him a teacher, after all, I still didn't learn enough, and I was much worse." ”

Wang Zhenjiang grasped the key: "Are you here to learn cooking from the little boss?" ”

The surrounding people pricked up their ears when they heard this, and suddenly laughed wildly: "Hahaha used to learn cooking, think about those dark dishes, it will be dark dishes x2 in the future, how about it, are you scared?!" Trembling?! Crying?! ”

Sun Ling corrected slightly: "Seriously, I'm not here to learn cooking, I'm just here to learn how to cook a dish, and the name of that dish is 'time'." ”

Everyone looked at each other: What is it?

After mixing the salad, Yi Baitang, who was waiting for the taste of lemon juice to be fully mixed with the salad, stood in the kitchen and raised his eyebrows at the same time:

That inexplicable dish even has a name?

At this time, Sun Ling's explanation came from outside:

"The dish of 'time', it is like this, it is a dish that can represent the initial love, and then go through the vicissitudes of life, pass through thousands of sails, see through the red dust, cherish each other, and forget each other."

I said that the dishes that can't be made over and over again are annoying, why don't you take them with a dog!

Yi Baitang was not happy.

But Sun Ling did not succeed in receiving Yi Baitang's brain waves, so in the midst of everyone's questioning of "what is this", it continued:

"I think the first layer of its taste is sweet, and the second layer of taste is bitter, but when it comes to the third bite, it doesn't matter whether it's sweet or bitter, it should be a qiē let go, forget, relieved, whatever, the taste should be very bland. In short, when we finish eating this dish, the past is like smoke, good and bad, and it has only become a part of our memory. ”

The rest of the people said: "You kid is the representative of the Chinese class in the class, right?" ”

Sun Lingxiao was shy: "Hehe, I did publish a few small essays in literary magazines. ”

Yi Baitang in the kitchen: ".................."

He rolled his eyes not very gracefully.

A layer of sweetness, a layer of bitterness, and a layer of tasteless base.

To describe it like this earlier, he can give Jianyì for the first time, wouldn't it be good to make a cake, with frosting sugar or cream on top, cocoa powder in the middle, dark chocolate, and the bottom base is a little tricky, you can use frozen wine or something, the taste is bland after eating it, and it has a strong wine flavor when it is contained, first bland and then not bland, just to meet the needs.

But although he figured out Sun Ling's possible request, Yi Baitang was not prepared to sue Sun Ling at all.

He's getting tired of each other.

At the beginning, I pestered myself to stay, and I won't do anything after I stay, and the most important thing is that the first time I get started, let the little black chicken die without blinking an eye, please repent to the little black chicken seriously, and then talk about anything else when it's over?

Yi Baitang leaned against the kitchen wall, habitually took out a piece of chewing gum from his pocket and put it in his mouth while thinking, and while chewing silently, he thought:

Besides, this kind of food is too simple and crude.

There's no art.

No challenge.

Too lazy to get your hands dirty.

One piece of gum was not chewed, and another piece of gum was stuffed into his mouth.

Yi Baitang continued to think:

What's more, although it seems to have been solved, I still feel that something is wrong.

Sweet and bitter wine jelly can solve the taste problem, but what about the rest of the feelings?

Where does a dish have so many feelings, and it's not a TV series, it's just a combination of flavors...... It may be a feeling for a certain person who is full of feelings, but for most people in the world, it is just a collection of flavors.

At this time, there was a voice outside, the voice was very thick, it was Wang Zhenjiang who was speaking: "Although what you said is strange, I have actually eaten a dish with this feeling." ”

Outside the kitchen, Wang Zhenjiang looked at his wife when he said this, and his wife reacted for a long time, and she was angry and slapped her husband sitting next to her: "What are you yelling about." ”

Another burst of laughter sounded, and in the midst of laughter, Sun Ling's excited voice also penetrated the wall and came in: "Yes, yes!" I said that if there is such a dish, I must make this dish! ”

Yi Baitang's hand slipped, the gum box in his palm was not held steadily, and a few of them slipped out of his fingers and fell to the ground.

The voices outside continued, and the others laughed: "What, it's for your girlfriend, right?" ”

Sun Ling's voice lowered: "No, now it's an ordinary friend, she's married," said his love xù suddenly a little low, "I'm divorced again, and I'm going to leave." ”

This time, no one continued the conversation.

Married, divorced.

Friends now, maybe not in the past.

Yi Baitang thought endlessly, the cool taste of mint stimulated his taste buds and brain, so all his thoughts involuntarily deviated to a specific direction:

There really is...... Dishes that can make ordinary people eat their feelings?

The sound outside continued, and Yi Baitang was immersed in his own thoughts, until his ears suddenly automatically caught a certain keyword.

"Eh, Xiao Sun, do you know what happened to the little boss recently?"

"What happened?"

"The proportion of dark cuisine is much higher than before!"

"Why?"

"Is it because the man in the haute suit didn't come?"

“…… Do you mean Shang Huaiyan? ”

…… When did I cook a lot of dark dishes, I don't accept it! Obviously looking around for inspiration to make earth-shattering new food, these are just detours before the new food comes out!

Yi Baitang was a little secretly rubbed and unhappy.

Then he suddenly became alert.

Speaking well, the tongue has not come for many days.

No wonder I feel a little weird these days, and I don't seem to be able to lift my spirits.

It turns out that because the good tongue has not come, has not tasted my dishes, and has not given me a yì?

After realizing this, a strange sense of loneliness suddenly came to my heart.

Yi Baitang began to think seriously:

What exactly has the good tongue been up to lately?

I was friends with him.

At this time, do I make a phone call and care about my good friend's current situation?

By the way, ...... also discuss with the tongue about the feelings in the dish?