Wei Jia is not convinced, he is a highly educated person, how can he not be as good as these people who take pictures casually with a camera, this is too unfair.

Wei Jia searched for Zhen Huizhi on the Internet before, and after learning about the other party's income, he was very unhappy.

But in this world, rich is the boss.

If someone's waist bag is more bulging than their own, that is, they are better than themselves.

If you don't accept it, you can't.

The waiter came over and asked Wei Jia to change a glass of water, and when she left, Wei Jia stopped her: "What kind of lemonade is brewed in your restaurant here, it doesn't taste at all, give me a glass of Bitan Drifting Snow again!" ”

The waiter sighed, said sorry, and quickly refilled Wei Jia with a cup of tea.

Wei Jia took a sip with an impatient expression.

He said to the waitress dissatisfied: "Before doing things, you have to think about what to do, use your brains more in everything, don't rush over and do it, it's better not to do it." ”

The waitress sighed and left.

Wei Jia looked down on these waiters, he thought that this group of people was just a youth eater, and after the age of thirty, they would be old, and the hotel would not let them continue to stay.

Either go wash the dishes or just leave.

The hotel is a private enterprise, and does not raise idlers, before at the conference, Wei Jia saw Lan Wenjuan and these employees draw a lot of circles, what joint-stock management, after doing a good job, everyone has a share.

At that time, these words made those young people who were not deeply involved in the world listen to their enthusiasm.

Looking at their expectant looks, Wei Jia sneered in his heart.

Wei Jia also believed in these nonsense.

Later, after the continuous blows given by reality, Wei Jia knew that only what was ready-made, visible, and held in his hand was the most effective.

But these waiters still naively think that Lan Wenjuan is sincere.

Wei Jia was also instilled with this kind of chicken soup by Lan Wenjuan.

When he first entered the hotel to work, Lan Wenjuan asked him to work hard, and still used the same routine to say the same thing to Wei Jia.

Wei Jia was simply moved after hearing this just now.

He felt that his luck could be so good, and he met a boss who was so concerned about the future of his employees, so he worked very hard.

Until one day, he heard Lan Wenjuan talking to a friend in the office:

"How could I give them the shares, I gave the salary, they should do something for me, to put it bluntly, the high salary I earn here is a fart to go somewhere else!"

When Wei Jia heard this, his heart was cold

Finish.

Therefore, from that day on, Lan Wenjuan's money, the hotel's money, he can earn it, in this world, people's mouths are not trustworthy, and in the end, the only thing he can rely on is money.

In the face of these waiters, Wei Jia really looked down on them.

These people have never read any books, so naturally they can't understand what they say, and in the end, it is a fate to be slaughtered by others.

Poor and ignorant.

Wei Jia watched the waiter leave, and then he continued to stare at Zhen Huizhi, who was eating.

This Internet celebrity, while eating vegetables, said to the lens of the camera for a long time, because it was far away, Wei Jia naturally didn't hear a word clearly about the specific content.

The four dishes that Zhen Hui ordered just now, he personally served the purpose.

These four dishes are not the signature dishes in the restaurant, which makes Wei Jia a little angry, before Zhen Huizhi came to eat, he personally told the other party that when eating, he needed to order those dishes, but this Zhen Huizhi ran counter to his proposal.

In this matter, he must find Zhen Hui to talk about it well.

It really doesn't work, let him shoot again.

After all, the price that Zhen Hui held was not cheap at all, so he couldn't let this money be spent in vain......

On this side, Zhen Huizhi has already begun to comment on the last dish - "pork belly soup".

This "mung bean folded ear root pork belly soup", Zhen Huizhi only drank one sip, and the pork belly only ate one and put it down, this dish completely lost the taste of Zhen Huizhi, he had to complain:

"This dish, tsk, how to say it, I don't think it's an exaggeration to describe it as useless!"

In Zhen Hui's previous evaluation of dishes, he rarely used the words "useless", after all, eating is a matter of personal taste, and some people like it naturally and some people don't like it very much.

There is no chef in this world who can make dishes that satisfy everyone.

So

Zhen Hui's previous evaluation of the dishes was still very objective.

This time, he actually gave such a low evaluation, it seems that this "pork belly soup" really disappointed him.

I only heard Zhen Huizhi continue to say:

"I don't know why I blanched the fresh folded ear root with boiling water, not to mention the crisp taste of the original leaves, not to mention, it became slippery and chirping, and the worst thing was that it produced a sour taste.

That's right, it's sour, like the smell of a rancid dish.

Fans who don't believe it, you can go back and try it, buy some of this folded ear root with leaves, and eat it with boiling water soup, and what comes out is this taste. ”

After a pause, I heard him continue:

"Again, a thousand people have a thousand flavors, in case, I mean in case, some of you really like this taste, then maybe. However, I think food has to fit most people's eating habits, otherwise it will become dark cuisine, right......"

Zhen Hui laughed twice, only to see a spoonful of soup scooped up again with a spoon.

There are a lot of finely chopped belly shreds in the soup spoon.

Zhen Hui held the soup spoon close and gave those belly shreds a very close-up:

"Actually, the chefs in this hotel are really hardworking, you know, my mother used half a bottle of white vinegar and a bag of salt, but she couldn't get rid of the taste of pork belly. I don't know how to get it from this hotel, and the smell is gone......"

The belly strands were cut into each one, and they were only as slender as the little finger.

One by one, reflecting the light.

Zhen Hui looked at these belly threads and felt that it was a pity, and he was a little distressed:

"The hotel is indeed a little not close to life, such a belly is made, a waste of pork belly, the soup is very good, the taste is not suitable for the people, it may ...... Well, those middle-class people with high incomes who never go to small restaurants to consume will like it more, anyway, I think it's a failure, a big failure! ”

After finishing the four dishes, Zhen Huizhi finally made a concluding speech:

"What about this Intercontinental Hotel, if you are marrying a daughter-in-law, entertaining guests or something, depending on the price, if you have a mine at home, you can come, if you are a small common person like me, you don't come......"