Zhao Zixian asked casually and unintentionally, but in fact, he guessed whether Xiao Yong unintentionally mentioned it, or deliberately mentioned crucian carp. His gaze was fixed on Xiao Yong, waiting for a reply.

Xiao Yong never avoided Zhao Zixian's gaze, and looked at him and replied, "Yes, little crucian carp." He brought it with him when he came to the interview, and as for why he raised it, I don't know. Zhao Zixian didn't see anything unusual about Xiao Yong, so he naturally asked, "That little crucian carp must be very cute, right?" Do you like it? ”

Xiao Yong shook his head and nodded, saying, "It's not cute at all, it's the same as ours, nothing special." I loved it and changed the water for it. Zhao Zixian's eyes couldn't help but roll when he heard this, and he asked with a smile: "Why did you change the water for it, when did it happen?" ”

"This morning. In the morning, there were two very strange guests, and they had to eat hot pot early in the morning. Brother Xiao Zhao made a hot pot, and I went back to the dormitory to sleep while the manager and them were all in the restaurant. I saw that the water in the small fish tank was a little muddy, so I changed it. When I was young, I also raised small crucian carp, and the water had to be changed often, otherwise the fish would die. ”

Xiao Yong replied truthfully. The flesh on Zhao Zixian's face couldn't help but pull a few times, and he had the heart to kill. He couldn't wait to pull out the good-intentioned Xiao Yong in front of him and ravage him to death, and then expose him to the sun for ten days and half a month. But when he thought about it, maybe it was all providence, and he couldn't blame a pure servant child entirely. So he sighed and said with a wry smile: "Hey, it seems that you don't know much about that Xiao Zhao's affairs." Go back and rest early. ”

"Good!" Xiao Yong stood up in response, stared at Zhao Zixian and said, "Boss, you have such a big ability, help Brother Xiao Zhao." I'm sure he didn't kill anyone. Zhao Zixian's heart was fiercely moved, and the original anger and Xiao Yong's emotions due to the loss of the water spirit ginseng were swept away. He smiled and said, "Okay, I'll help if you can." ”

If he can help or not, it's himself. Xiao Yong's frankness and pure servant let him see the beautiful side of the world, he would rather be friends with someone like Xiao Yong forever and never pay, rather than be friends with someone like Wang Shao and get it intriguingly. After Xiao Yong left the office, Yanhong sat on Zhao Zixian's lap,

"You believe what he says?" Zhao Zixian nodded, and reached out to rub the pair of towering twin peaks in his bright red clothes, "I'd rather believe him than doubt him anymore." ”

"What about the facts?" Yanhong asked with a sly smile on her face, staring at Zhao Zixian. Zhao Zixian showed a wry smile and said meaningfully: "Let the facts prove the facts." There is a chance to promote him more. Let's go back, we're tired after a busy day. Yan Hong smiled and shook her sexy buttocks, "Are you tired down there?" ”

"If you're not tired, you can fight for three hundred rounds." "Then let's go home early. I want to fight you for 3,000 rounds, hehe. ”

"Good! Do not beg for mercy when the time comes. ”…… At noon the next day, the sun was shining. Zhao Zixian strode into Zhao's hot pot restaurant wearing a crisp suit and a pair of golden glasses. He was greeted by Fat Rong, and Yanhong did not tell him about Fat Rong's promotion to manager. When he was surprised, he heard Fat Rong's warm greeting.

"This boss, welcome, the dish we are promoting by the chef today is ......" Fat Rong greeted him from the door, sent Zhao Zixian to the restaurant, and pulled up a chair for him. Zhao Zixian's heart rose again, and while he wanted to test Fat Rong's work ability, he also wanted to make things difficult for him. So he said, "Let your manager come and see me." I only speak to manager-level people. The tone was very light, completely learning Qin Lan's style and tone. Fat Rong immediately put on a smiling face, pulled the work card on his chest, and said, "Zai Bucai, it is the manager here." If you have any orders, just tell me, and I will find a way to fulfill your request. He also thought of Qin Lan, who came to eat hot pot early yesterday morning, and not only got a tip of 10,000 yuan, but also got promoted to the position of manager. It's all because he got a bottle of yogurt for the bodyguard named Ah Liang. Fat Rong saw that Zhao Zixian was well-dressed and had a large score, and regarded him as a person of the same kind as Qin Lan. I thought that it was a trivial matter for Zhao Zixian to get a tip, maybe there would be greater benefits. Even if there are no two, the new manager always has to perform and make some achievements to show the boss and stabilize his position. Fat Rong saw the possibility of being "kicked out" if he was not careful in Zhao's hot pot restaurant.

"You're the manager?" Zhao Zixian asked in disbelief. "You don't look like you, you look like a pug."

Fat Rong's face changed, and he soon returned to a flattering smile, and said to himself: "The customer is God." If you can come to our restaurant to eat, you are a big ...... You think I'm a pug, so take it all. As long as you're happy, it doesn't matter what you call me. ”

As the saying goes, a slap doesn't make a sound. Zhao Zixian's words were aggressive, but Fat Rong not only did not accept the move, but also put his posture very low. Zhao Zixian had no choice but to say in a tough tone, "Call your boss." I don't like you as a rambling manager. With that, he slapped the table hard. When he saw that Fat Rong was stunned, he was very happy in his heart, and thought: There is no trick now. Just then, a very special guest pushed the door in. Fat Rong immediately said with a smile: "You wait first, I'll go to you to call the boss later." Hold on! With that, he trotted towards the gate. The guest who pushed the door in was indeed very special, because it was a bald monk with a fat head and big ears.

The visitor was not only wearing a yellow monk's robe and leather shoes, but also had nine ring scars under his head. "Are you in the wrong place? Guru! Fat Rong blocked the door and spoke, and deliberately said the word "master" very seriously. The monk clasped his palms together and shouted the Buddha's horn and said, "Amitabha." Isn't this a place to eat? Zhao Zixian couldn't help but look at the door, his eyes collided with the monk, and he saw a battle aura that seemed to be nothing.

Although it seemed to be nothing, Zhao Zixian felt a sense of horror, but it came from the horror of the soul. It can't be said that he is afraid, but he feels that he is not the opponent of this monk. He muttered to himself: "Master, master of masters." "It's a place to eat, but it's ......" Before Fat Rong finished speaking, the monk interrupted with a smile: "It's a place to eat." The poor monks are here to eat, not to make a fortune. ”

"But ......" "Donor, convenient with others and has been convenient; It is convenient to be with monks and Buddhas, and it is also convenient to be with fate. The monk interrupted Fat Rong again, but when he spoke, he looked at Zhao Zixian.

"But we don't have vegan hot pot here!" Fat Rong hurriedly said what he wanted to say. "Amitabha, defenseless, defenseless. Someone will find a way for the poor monks. Don't worry. The monk said. Fat Rong's eyes rolled a few times, and he said again: "Our consumption is very expensive." As he spoke, he stared at the monk's backpack at his waist. The meaning couldn't be clearer, monk, do you have the money to pay?

"Amitabha, defenseless, defenseless, will pay for the poor monks." The monk and Zhao Zixian looked at each other and said. Zhao Zixian smiled bitterly in his heart, "Feelings, this monk is coming for me." He slapped the table and yelled, "What kind of manager, you are finished, when will I see your boss?" ”

Fat Rong looked at Zhao Zixian and then looked at the monk who was at a loss for a while, and was stupid on the spot. Zhao Zixian wanted to stammer, but he couldn't let him see the boss, and the monk wanted to rent and enter but couldn't use the strong one, but he couldn't listen to it. Fat Rong has the heart to cry. If crying solves the problem, he will cry out loud. Just as Fat Rong was a little relieved, the monk slid past him like a ghost, and came to Zhao Zixian's side with a seemingly light footstep but extremely fast speed.

The monk smiled at Zhao Zixian, "Donor, you and I are destined." Can you invite the poor monk to eat a delicious meal? Zhao Zixian looked at the monk again and again, and asked instead of answering: "Where does the master come from?" ”

"Lonely Mountain Temple!" The monk replied.

"Where do you want to go?" Zhao Zixian asked again.

"Here!" The monk replied again. "What's going on?"

"Eat."

"What do you want to eat?"

"The Manchu and Han feasts of the vegetarian feast." The monk replied very simply.

Zhao Zixian smiled, "Master, are you in the wrong place?" This is a hot pot restaurant, and it is impossible for you to do anything for a vegetarian banquet. At this time, Fat Rong rushed over and immediately apologized to Zhao Zixian: "Boss, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for disturbing your meal." Otherwise, I will personally invite you to dine in the private room, where there will be no crowds and so on. The implication is that the monk is a closed person, etc.

"You have nothing to do with the poor monk!" The monk looked at Fat Rong and said. Then he looked at Zhao Zixian and said, "You have a relationship with a poor monk." The poor monk is not a Manchu and Han banquet that people come to make a vegetarian banquet, but a Manchu and Han banquet who cooks for you himself. ”

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Zixian immediately became interested, hesitated slightly, and asked, "Do you want to do it here?" ”

The monk shouted the Buddha's name again and said, "Amitabha. Precisely. Donor, you need to prepare two new sets of kitchen utensils for the poor monk, as well as one of the ingredients. Here's a list of ingredients, and we'll be here tonight. After that, he took out a piece of white paper from the monk's bag around his waist and handed it to Zhao Zixian, and then turned around and left with the Buddha name. What is the name of the master? Zhao Zixian glanced at the list of ingredients and asked. The poor monk is called and will eat. The monk said and pushed the door open. It was as sudden as he pushed the door in, and he hurried away.

The corners of Zhao Zixian's mouth pulled slightly with a faint smile, and he muttered softly: "A monk knows how to eat, it is better to call a monk delicious." After that, he got up and glared at Fat Rong, and shouted: "Fat Rong, call a few of your famous people to my office." "To your office?" Fat Rong was puzzled, and when he saw Zhao Zixian really walking upstairs, he asked loudly, "Who are you?" ”

At this time, a waiter came over, stared at Fat Rong in surprise, and asked, "Manager, don't you keep calling him boss?" How do you not know who he is? ”

"Boss? Boss! Fat Rong first shook his head, and then ran towards the stairs screaming.