It was probably the longest time I've ever been in the toilet in my life, a full hour.

Although the French like to take a bath in the morning, I don't have this habit at all when I am with my master.

I'm in the shower and I want to wash myself up.

Then in front of the mirror, from nails to beard, from hair to sideburns.

I want to dress up clean and handsome, and then eat in person.

I just wanted to get revenge, to let my mom know what she was missing.

I arrived at the restaurant early and squeezed into the back kitchen.

It's a pity that I don't know what my mother likes to eat, but I'm not bad at the most classic Cantonese dishes.

The chef at the door of the back kitchen looked at me and said, "Why are you still here?" ”

"I want to cook for my mother." I said.

"Oh?" The master looked at me meaningfully.

It was half past eleven, and I was quietly waiting for the chef to come out.

A moment later.

The waiter who served the food pasted a piece of paper on the wall, and the chef in the back kitchen took a look at it and shouted, "Call the chef, it's really rare to let the chef serve the meal at noon." ”

The master stepped forward and said, "If someone orders it, you have to do it, don't talk about it." ”

Looking at the master's appearance, he treated me as a vacation and completely replaced my work.

I stretched out a hand to stop the master and said, "This order should be mine, and she is the only one who orders at noon." ”

The master was stunned, smiled and waved his hand.

A modified version of white-cut chicken, oil-consuming tofu and a flowery winter melon cup.

After making three dishes, I asked the person who delivered the dishes to deliver the first two, and I picked up the flower-flavored winter melon cup.

I was about to go out, but the master suddenly said in the distance, "What are you going to do?" ”

"Passing the food?" I said.

"Dressed like this?" The master pointed at me and said.

I took a look at my clothes, which were pretty neat, but the cuffs and front sticks were already yellowing.

"What should I do?" I said anxiously.

The master took off his coat and said with a smile: "I hardly work, you wear mine." ”

I ended up with the master's clothes, and the master smiled and said, "If you wear it, you will wear it honestly for a day, and today you will take care of the store and I will go out to wave." ”

After the master finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the back kitchen, and I thought about giving me clothes because I wanted me to stay for a day.

In desperation, I took off my clothes, folded them and put them on the table.

put on the master's clothes and walked out of the back kitchen with a cup of flowery winter melon.

Before going out, I glanced at the seat number, hall number thirty-seven.

I made my way down the hall and stopped halfway through.

There was not just one person, but three people in seat thirty-seven.

Two adults, one child.

At this time, I was tasting the white chopped chicken on the table, and these people were my parents and my brother.

I don't know what excuse my mother used to call the family, but what the situation is at the moment.

I walked slowly, a little angry.

When you come to table thirty-seven, you cut the plate diagonally into the table with your back to your father's direction.

After glancing at Mom, Dad looked up slightly and said in French that he wanted a bottle of red wine and wanted a seafood dish.

I looked at my dad and said, "I'm sorry, the chef doesn't accept orders." If you want, you can call the waiter next to you and they will go to the back kitchen to deliver the food. ”

I spoke in Chinese and said very calmly.

"What do you mean by not passing it on?" Dad raised his head while speaking Chinese, and there was silence when he saw me.

Very embarrassed, the waiter on the side came over and said, "Sir, this is our chef, because you ordered the chef's meal." The chef has appointed all the dishes, so if you need anything else, you can tell me to do it. ”

The waiter spoke Chinese once and then added it in French.