Su Miao didn't answer, thought for a moment, and asked with a smile:

"By the way, I haven't asked yet, what's your name?"

"My surname is Hui." The young master replied.

"Name?"

Young Master Hui's eyebrows frowned slightly, as if he was a little embarrassed to speak, and hesitated for a long time before answering in a voice that was so low that he could barely hear from between his teeth:

"Surname back to name."

Aftertaste......

Burst!

Su Xian, who was eating cold dishes, heard the chopsticks, and looked at the aftertaste of a cold beauty despite her stiff face, and laughed out loud at the same time. Although it was wrong to laugh at other people's names, Su Miao still couldn't help but burst out laughing, but when she saw her face that was not very good-looking, she hurriedly held back again, coughed lightly twice, calmed down her expression, and continued to ask:

"Have you ever worked in a restaurant before?"

Aftertaste nodded.

"Position?"

"Position?" The aftertaste is obvious.

"Head chef, sous chef, starter, main course, cold dish, helper, etc., what are you responsible for?"

After thinking for a long time, he replied: "Although I am in charge of the kitchen in the restaurant, I have no specific position, if I have to say, I only cook for a specific table of guests every day." ”

Su Miao was slightly stunned, paused, nodded and smiled: "I see." Ping Su lowered his expression and continued to ask, "Have you ever been urged by a guest?" ”

"I only receive three tables of guests a day, and the time is usually agreed in advance, and I start preparing in the morning, and no one urges the dishes." His answer was surprisingly honest.

"Never been rushed?" Su Miao asked, but she still shook her head, so she came to a conclusion, "The restaurant you work in is a family business, right?" ”

I was stunned for a moment, and I didn't understand how she knew.

The reason is very simple, even the top celebrity chef who only cooks three tables of dishes a day starts from ordinary chefs, how can there be a chef who has not been urged to cook during the peak period of dining, and he has never been urged to cook, that is to say, he has been doing the work of a top celebrity chef since he was in charge of the kitchen, and the reason for this situation can only be that the restaurant is opened by his family.

After a pause, she looked at him and smiled:

"It's really hard for you to cook, but I'm sorry, you might as well go home when the rain stops."

"Huh?" Aftertaste tightened his heart, frowned, and asked, "You're not satisfied with the food I made?" ”

"Satisfied, quite satisfied, but your cooking style is not so much a chef as an artist who makes zuò art, the highest level of celebrity chefs will indeed make zuò as a work of art, this is not wrong, but what I need is someone who can help me through the peak period of dining, your strict way of cooking is only suitable for a splendid restaurant, unless you abandon your strict style, I can't work with you." I'll admit that your food tastes perfect, but I'm curious why you do it in such a precise way, because a person's cooking is a reflection of the mood that the chef has at least during the cooking period, whether it's warmth, happiness, sadness or carelessness, which will be faithfully presented to the diner. Your food tastes perfect, perfect, but it makes me feel untasteful, how to say, it feels hollow and boring, and I feel a little unsettling that even I feel nervous after eating your food. She rubbed her chin in thought.

The aftertaste of the brain buzzed, there was a feeling of five thunderbolts, and the numb and cold heart in the tight chest trembled violently in an instant. It was as if a basin of cold water had been poured from head to toe, and there was a feeling of blood gradually burning on the walls of the blood vessels. He stood there motionless like a clay sculpture of wood, his eyes looking straight at her, and a pair of eyes, which had always been as dark as night and calm as autumn water, seemed to be setting off a huge wave, surging and surging.

"I'll try my best to cooperate with you, and if you're still not satisfied after trying, I'll leave." After a moment of silence, he said.

Su Miao tilted her head: "Are you saying that you will listen to me, and you will never play the young master's temper and willfulness?" ”

It turned out that she was waiting for his promise, and the aftertaste was a little annoyed that she was going around in circles, and her previous comment was really piercing, and she took a few deep breaths before she barely calmed down and nodded.

Su Miao looked at him, stopped, and sighed helplessly, then raised her eyebrows, and smiled at him:

"Since you want to stay so much, okay, Xiao Weiwei, as a peer, we have to help each other, let's get along well from now on!" As he spoke, he grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously twice.

Small, small?

Aftertaste subconsciously shook off Su Miao's hand in shock, looked at her bright smile like a summer flower, and always felt that this woman was a little hot!

"Do you understand what they just said?" Su Xian asked in a low voice, and Su Yan and Su Chan shook their heads together.

Su Yan frowned, lowered his eyes and said to himself: "Sure enough, you have to study hard!" ”

After an hour and a half, the lion's head is stewed, because there is no soup cup, so it can only be put into a bowl, poured in the appropriate amount of soup, and put two tender rape. A bowl of soup is rich and fragrant and attractive stewed lion's head, the taste is soft, fat but not greasy, it melts in the mouth, Su Xian and others were full of praise after eating, Su Yan felt that it was not enough to eat one, Su Miao saw this, and gave him his share of only one bite.

The breath on his body became obviously gloomy.

There is no vacant room at home, and the aftertaste can only live with Su Yan, Su Yan is a little unhappy, and mutters to Su Miao:

"I'm not comfortable sleeping in a bed with him!"

"It's all men, what are you uncomfortable with?" Su Miao is also selfish, Su Yan's father died early, he himself needs to have an older man by his side, no matter how strong the woman in the family is, he can't be a male role model, and the growth of Su Yan will also help if he returns to the young master's style of being an honor student.

So far, the aftertaste stayed in the Su family, and first went to thank Mrs. Su and the Hu family respectively, and the polite words and elegant and noble bearing all showed good upbringing, so that the two most pungent and hot old ladies were all dazzled, and told him not to stay politely, and taught Su Yan to learn from his eldest brother. The status of the treasure in Su Yan's palm is threatened, and the aftertaste is even more unpleasant.

Su Xian's room was opposite Su Yan, and before entering the door, she turned around and threw a wink, and said with a smile:

"Little brother, don't go to the wrong door in the middle of the night and run to the big sister's bed!"

Aftertaste was stunned and replied seriously: "Don't worry, I won't." ”

The tone was too serious, Su Miao almost burst out laughing, Su Xian's pretty face was slightly green, and she muttered, "What a boy who doesn't understand amorous style", and went into the house and slammed the door.

Su Miao smiled and stuffed the quilt into her arms: "You use it first, my father's clothes are still kept, and I will find a few pieces for you to wear tomorrow." Yan'er wants to get along with her big brother. He stepped forward, lowered his voice with a warning, and smiled, "Although my brother is as beautiful as a girl, don't bully him." After that, he turned around and walked to the opposite side without looking back, and said with a smile, "Get up at two o'clock tomorrow morning, don't oversleep!" ”

Aftertaste was stunned and responded, "Okay." ”