Yun'a had a smile in her eyes, but there was a hint of danger hidden in her smile. It's like a little devil living in the heart of an angel.,With a cute murderous aura.。

Li Min didn't dare to look at Yun'er, subconsciously lowered his head, and said, "Didn't you agree......"

"I didn't agree to anything, Oppa, I'll write it all down in a little notebook." Yoona snorted and got up from the bed. "Let's eat, I'm hungry." Yun'er said pitifully.

"Eat when you sleep, what kind of woman did I marry......" Li Min muttered 'quietly' and got out of bed on crutches. There was a 'whistling' sound behind him, and a pillow smashed on his back.

……

DK's canteen is located on the fifth floor of the Stellar Building, occupying a quarter of the entire floor. It can serve up to 500 people at the same time during meals, and about 30 people are always prepared during non-meal hours.

There are two chefs, one is the former head chef of Ilpinkaku, the largest Chinese and Korean restaurant in Seoul, Chef Wang, and the other is N. Former head chef of Girll Restaurant, Locker. The former is a master of Chinese and Korean food, and the latter is the winner of a chef's competition in ten European countries fifteen years ago. With the team of these two, DK's canteen is comparable to the top restaurants in Seoul. Every day, the specialties launched by DK Canteen are not repeated, and the two chefs will bet that if they eat more Western food than traditional dishes today, Chef Wang will lose 100,000 won to Locker, and vice versa.

In the beginning, DK Entertainment's employees were mostly young and the company had just been established. In this case, Western food that is convenient to make and eat has become people's first choice, although Chinese and Korean food is more palatable, but the time is not enough, and there are relatively few people who eat. Master Wang lost to Locker for a maximum of twelve consecutive days, and his entire face was blue. However, the situation has been a little better recently, and the shortage of personnel in various departments has been greatly alleviated under the continuous poaching operation of the DK personnel department. Employees also have a little more free time. Some people have begun to try Chinese food and Korean food, although there are still more than a few, but it is much better than some time ago.

There's still a little time until dinner. There were almost no people in the cafeteria. Only those who woke up in the break room after working overtime. Or people who didn't eat breakfast and took the time to fill a little, sitting in the corner in twos and threes. The chefs are busy under the guidance of the head chef, and the traditional department is here. In the kitchen, the fire is blazing, and the dishes that are constantly coming out of the pot are placed in the insulated box, which is reserved for the staff to choose when they are served. Leaning against the wall of the Western restaurant, there are six cutting boards lined up in a row. Six apprentices are 'clattering' the ingredients, making noise as if they are being renovated. At the Western Restaurant, the corners of his eyes twitched as he wore a pirate captain's beard, staring darkly at an apprentice who was baring his teeth through the glass wall.

“FXCK！” Locker cursed under his breath, resisting the urge to fly the pan out of his hand. Originally, he had the upper hand in the kitchen, but since the bald boy came, it was reversed all at once. In particular, this bad trick of sticking the cutting board to the glass wall shook the head of the Western restaurant every day, and I had to endure endless noise torture as soon as I went to work, and I don't know where so many cut things came from every day.

"Chef, let's complain. Go to Minister Jiang of the logistics department and tell him that he knows the real situation, and he will definitely not indulge this kid anymore. To the right, a young pastry chef whispered to the oven decorating cheese biscuits. He didn't dare to say out loud, the kid opposite is said to be from the 'Shaolin Temple canteen', the strength in his hand is not ordinary, a few days ago he went to his dormitory with a bartender who has learned taekwondo for ten years in the Western food department, and was beaten by him for ten minutes when he closed the door and beat him, which has been seven or eight days, and he has to wear a mask to work every day.

"What an idea! The old king is waiting for me to go, if I go, won't I admit defeat, do you want me to lose to him? Do you want to lose Western food to traditional cuisine? Locker's beard trembled slightly, in standard Seoulese dialect. He has worked in a Korean family for eight years and speaks Korean better than the locals.

"I'm sorry!" The young pastry chef saluted ninety degrees, but said in his heart: "If you don't go, just hold on, it's not me who has a heart attack!" ”

"My earbuds are off, give me yours first, and you can buy another one after work." Locker seemed to have insight into the pastry chef's thoughts, and unreasonably snatched the earbuds from his hand and shoved them into his own ears and walked away. The young pastry chef was stunned, and after a while, he pinched a piece of unleavened dough and made it into the shape of an earplug and stuffed it into his ear.

Different from the gloomy clouds on the faces of the people in the Western restaurant, there is a taste of raising eyebrows between the eyebrows of the people in the traditional restaurant. After being suppressed for so long, I finally turned over. Looking at the shocked appearance on the other side, everyone tried their best to endure it so that they didn't laugh out loud. The people who cook traditional dishes are not afraid of this level of 'shock', everyone has practiced knife skills before learning to cook, and this rhythmic sound does not affect them at all.

"Silence! Good work! A neutral voice sounded, and the people on the side of the traditional cuisine immediately restrained their smiles and lowered their heads to work seriously. It was none other than the ruler of the traditional cuisine, the head chef Wang Jianbin, who was nicknamed King Fish Head, and a chopped pepper fish head won the title of "God of Cooking" in the first Chinese Chef Competition 30 years ago, which has become a legend in the Sichuan cuisine world. Now that the old man is old, he is already in a semi-elderly state on DK's side, and he generally does not cook hands-on. Few people know about the fame of the past, the old man is open-minded, and he prefers others to call him the old king compared to many honorific titles.

"Grandpa Wang......" A somewhat strange tone of Mandarin came from the food port, and the old Wang's ears moved, and he immediately strode towards the food port. I opened the door that said 'No entry for non-kitchen staff'. A girl with cherry hair highlighted in the cat slipped in, not Krystal or which!

"Little girl, it's early today, are you greedy? I did it for you a long time ago. "Lao Wangtou has been in charge of South Korea for 18 years, and there is naturally no problem with Korean." Come, try the egg custard I made with my own hands, Xiao Chen, go to the steamer and bring the enamel bowl I put in the morning. ”

"Huh!" One of the six apprentices who cut vegetables put down his work, wiped his hands, and turned around to open the six-story cage drawer behind him. There are six layers of cage drawers, but only the fourth layer has a porcelain bowl, and the other five layers are only for the good flow of steam. The cost of making an egg custard is such a big thing, which shows the exquisiteness of this egg custard.

"Give!" The young apprentice took out the enamel bowl, and he didn't put anything on it, but just took it with his hands, as if he didn't feel hot.

“XieXie。” Krystal said politely that she only knew a few words of Mandarin, and she learned it all in order to get delicious food.

"No thanks, no thanks!" The young apprentice smirked, and habitually reached for the back of his head, and the chef's hat on his head slipped and fell off, revealing a sleek head.

"What does it look like!" The kitchen is a place with strict hygiene requirements, and the chef is never allowed to take his hat off. The young apprentice hurriedly picked up his hat and put it on his head, bent down at the old king's head, glanced at Krystal, and returned to his post.

"This kid is a little stunned, you ignore him. Come, try it, this is not your ordinary custard, it's the custard of quail eggs. Have you ever eaten quail eggs? Fingernails are so big, remove the yolks, and ......," the old king said, with a bit of ostentatiousness in his tone, as if he was worried that Krystal would not be able to eat it. After waiting for a while, seeing that Krystal didn't eat a bite, the old king was a little displeased, and said angrily like a child: "I don't make it delicious, you go and eat next door, there is also egg custard next door, but it can't be compared with mine!" Krystal hurriedly shook her head, she preferred traditional food to Western food.

"Grandpa Wang......" Krystal first addressed in Mandarin, and then said in Korean: "It's not that I don't want to eat, I want to take it away." May I? I'm going to leave in a moment, and it's too late. ”

"Ah, that's easy." The old king, hearing Krystal's explanation, immediately regained his kindness. Raising his hand, he called back the bald apprentice who had just repulsed, and asked him to find a lunch box and pack the egg custard and rice into a bento box in a ratio of two to one.

“xiexie。” Krystal thanked her again, and suddenly she blinked and asked, "Yours, MingZi, name?" ”

"Oh, my name is Chen Nian, just call me Xiao Chen. I am a Shaolin Temple...... Forget it, I told you that you don't know the way. Perhaps it was rare to see such a beautiful girl as Krystal up close, and the young apprentice was a little embarrassed to make eye contact with Krystal. But his eyes were clear, without the slightest hint of covetousness. The young apprentice moved quickly, and in a short time he packed the lunch. I didn't see how his hands moved, and a beautiful bow was tied, which drew Krystal's slight sideways.

"Here, don't spill it." Young apprentices may not speak Korean, but still speak in Mandarin. Fortunately, these words can be understood without understanding, Krystal smiled and thanked him again.

“Zaijian，baibai。” Krystal took the lunch box and said goodbye to the old king and the young apprentice.

Turning around and about to walk out of the kitchen of the traditional restaurant, Krystal's face suddenly changed, and his body immediately shrank half a step shorter, and shrank in the corner of the door. (To be continued......)

PS: Three thousand ~ redesigned the plot behind, there are a lot of dragon sets, and if you want to add a group of book friends, the name will be adopted if it is suitable.