"This ······" Xiao Zhenghong was speechless for a while. A pen pavilion

The chef looked at Xiao Zhenghong carefully, and his eyes seemed to say, "You finally realized my misery, right?" ”

"It seems to have a similar taste to sweet and sour pork, right?" Xiao Zhenghong said.

Hearing this, the chef's eyes widened. Don't you have any misunderstandings about the sweet and sour pork dish?

"If you like to eat, eat more." The chef laughed.

"No, I don't like it at all. This is dark cuisine. Xiao Zhenghong hurriedly shook his head.

Just kidding, if he eats more, he'll have to go to the hospital for gastric lavage.

Although there is a saying that the sins of one's own creation must be solved with tears in their eyes. But it's not worth it to spend half your life to clean up the aftermath for yourself.

"You still know it's dark cuisine?" The chef gave him a blank look.

"Who's that······ What do we learn today? Xiao Zhenghong forked.

"You wait first, the easiest, egg fried rice will you?" The chef said suddenly.

"Egg fried rice? That's going to have to be. Xiao Zhenghong nodded.

"There's rice over there, go fry a bowl." The chef gestured to the rice cooker in the corner.

"Oh." Xiao Zhenghong took a bowl and went over to serve a bowl of rice.

I took a sausage and carrot from a pile of ingredients and cut them into small pieces.

Put the diced sausages and radishes in the pot and stir-fry, knock two more eggs, and finally pour the bowl of rice into it.

After stir-frying, Xiao Zhenghong put the fried rice in a bowl, tasted it himself, and couldn't help frowning.

"What's wrong?" The chef looked at him with a smirk.

"It's kind of sweet." Xiao Zhenghong told the truth.

"Sweet? That's for sure, who told you to put so much glucose. The chef laughed.

"Glucose? Isn't that salt? Xiao Zhenghong's eyes widened like copper bells.

"Salt your sister." The chef couldn't help but explode, "That's glucose." ”

"Will there be glucose in the seasoning table in the kitchen for Mao?" Xiao Zhenghong roared.

"Why can't there be? Who prescribes? The chef rolled his eyes.

"Yes, you can have it." Xiao Zhenghong gritted his teeth.

Then the chef began to teach Xiao Zhenghong to cook some simple home-cooked dishes, and when Xiao Zhenghong got his hands on it, he either habitually added something strange to it or misplaced the seasoning. The chef looked at Xiao Zhenghong's operation, and his heart was furious.

No matter how the chef corrects it, Xiao Zhenghong will inevitably have a similar situation.

At the end of the half-day course, the chef felt a little exhausted, as if he had fought a difficult positional battle.

"You said you, why do you have to come to learn cooking?" The chef asked.

Xiao Zhenghong smiled a little shyly, "Cook for my girlfriend." ”

"How much enmity you have with her, you have to use this way to destroy her physically and mentally." The chef couldn't help but complain.

"I know I'm not a good cook, so I don't have to rely on your teachings." Xiao Zhenghong said with a smile.

"Don't dare." The chef held out his hand to stop him, "Also, you're not good." Others are making good food, you are making poison. “

"Not that exaggerated, right?" Xiao Zhenghong said with a smile.

"It's that exaggerated." The chef nodded.

"I'll go first, and I'll have to go to dinner with my girlfriend. Today she does not eat in the company cafeteria. Xiao Zhenghong said and walked out the door.

The chef craned his neck to watch, and when Xiao Zhenghong completely disappeared from sight, he got up and ran to the office upstairs.

The owner of the training course is still making tea in the office.

"Come on, come and sit here." The boss glanced up and patted the position beside him.

The chef walked over and sat down and took a sip of tea.

"I can't teach this person, you can see if you can change someone, or return the tuition fee. If it doesn't work, I'll pay him double the tuition, as long as I don't come to trouble me again, anything can be discussed. The chef let out a long breath.

"And people you can't teach?" The boss looked at the chef in surprise.

The chef told the boss everything that had happened in the morning.

The boss laughed at it.

"Did you say he was deliberately entertaining me?" The chef asked.

"Paying to tease you? Probably not, right? No matter how rich you are, you won't play like this. What's so flirtatious about you as a chef, you're still a male chef. I don't have any appearance, but what about money, not to mention, people gave you money. The boss said.

"It's too difficult, I really can't do it, you better ask another master." The chef said with his head down.

"It's challenging to teach. The tuition fee given by people is 20% higher than the list price, so work hard. The boss patted him on the shoulder.

"It's not a problem that can be solved by hard work." The chef smiled bitterly, "If most of the students draw a few strokes of blank paper, then we can just follow those strokes and continue to talk." And some people are a completely blank piece of paper, which is easy to do, but it is a big deal to spend some time drawing on the blank paper. But this Xiao Zhenghong, he is a piece of black paper. Now I'm going to whitewash him and repaint it, it's too hard. ”

"That's a pretty vivid metaphor." The boss smiled, "Even if you say so, I can't help it." I can understand you, and you understand me. If you don't do it, I won't be able to explain it to others. We are running training courses, and to put it bluntly, we are doing business. Isn't it all about doing business, saying that the customer is God? If we have sinned against God, will we still have good fruit to eat? ”

"No, it's ······ He ······" The chef was incoherent and didn't know how to express his thoughts.

"What about you, don't think about it so much, go back and have a drink, get some sleep, and relax. Let's make this big customer happy. First, we can't smash our own signboard, but if we let him learn well, it will be a kind of propaganda for us. The boss said earnestly.

Seeing that his boss said so, the chef couldn't say anything more, so he could only silently drink the tea in the cup and walk out of the office.

If you come here, you will be safe, and the days to come will be long, and there will always be a way to whitewash that guy.

The thought of what might happen in the coming days made the chef feel as if the whole world had lost its luster and become extremely dark.

"God, I need a light, a light that will save me from purgatory in this sea of suffering." The chef roared to the sky.

At this time, if Xiao Zhenghong was here, maybe he would turn on the flashlight that came with his mobile phone and shine it on the chef, and then said in a very divine tone, "Give you this light." The light that can save you from the sea of red dust and bitterness. ”

I don't know if God was sympathizing with his plight or laughing out of tears, but the chef felt something fall on top of his head, cold and cold.

"It's raining?" He held out his hand.

。