After listening to Lao Hong's narration, Achill was silent for a few seconds, while Lao Hong stayed quietly aside. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"What do you want me to do?"

Achill didn't comment too much about what the blonde woman had done and how Albe had been wronged, but asked directly at Lao Hong.

"Do you want me to tell Director Pierre about this?" Without waiting for Lao Hong to answer, Archiel asked guessingly.

It was not difficult to hear from Archer's tone that he did not seem to approve of this solution.

"How so, how could it be."

Lao Hong hurriedly dispelled Achill's concerns, knowing that the new head chef didn't want to get into trouble.

As the saying goes, a companion is like a tiger, Pierre can reward him with the title of a chef if he is happy, and he can also reward him with a bullet at will if he is unhappy.

Archer now has more than anyone else, so he is the one who has the most scruples.

After listening to Lao Hong's answer, Achill's face looked much better, waiting for Lao Hong's next explanation.

Lao Hong looked around, and saw that no one was paying attention to them, so he whispered a few words in Chef Achill's ear.

"This..."

Chef Achill pondered for a moment, as if considering the danger of the matter, and finally gave an answer after a half-sound.

"I can still do this."

Lao Hong couldn't help but smile, he noticed that Archer didn't use words such as 'should' and 'maybe', which showed that Archer was not dealing with himself, but sincerely agreed.

"Thank you so much, Head Chef. I knew it must be right to look for you, you are the most my Lao Hong has ever seen..."

"Stop," Archer interrupted Lao Hong's sycophants and flipped over the hollow powder in the pot, "even if that's the case, it's not enough, right?" ”

Achill had heard of the weight set by the director, and although it was not harsh, it was not something he could handle alone.

"As long as you can agree, I'll figure out the rest."

Lao Hong replied very confidently, looking confident.

Archer's gaze moved away from the pot to look at Lao Hong, who had been smiling. He was tempted to ask Lao Hong what his next plan was, but he knew that the more he knew, the more trouble he would have, and he eventually turned his attention back to the pot.

"Now that you've got my assurance, hurry up and move on to the next step, and I won't leave you to eat."

With that, Achill was no longer distracted, and his portion of the Italian hollow flour was about to come out of the pot.

Lao Hong noticed that this pot of hollow flour was made a little too much, and it didn't seem to be just the weight of two people.

Lao Hong didn't say anything, exchanged a few more pleasantries, and said hello to Uncle Ryan before leaving the kitchen.

"Alas, it's better not to eat the steak and shrimp, and now the gluttony hooks up, but it doesn't leave me to eat."

Lao Hong stood outside the kitchen door and couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

"Hurry to the next step? Where is the next step, dear..."

His confident appearance just now was just pretending to be for Achill, and Lao Hong was worried that if Achill knew that he didn't have any score on his side, I'm afraid he wouldn't do his best to do it.

But this time there is still a harvest, and we have to continue to think of a way.

"Why don't you leave, what kind of door god are you pretending to be here?"

Shamboldt, who went to deliver the food, happened to come back at this time, and saw Lao Hong at the door like a piece of wood, and said mockingly.

The young man raised the empty tray in his hand as he spoke, thinking to himself how you would grab it this time.

Lao Hong was in no mood to mess around with this young man anymore, so he patted him on the shoulder and left.

Looking at the back of Lao Hong leaving, the uninhibited and simple disappearance on the young man's face disappeared completely, revealing an old adult expression that was very inconsistent with his age.

After watching it for a while, the young man instantly returned to his former appearance, and pushed the door back to the kitchen with his usual expression.

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After eating in the cafeteria, Lao Hong came to the door of a room.

This is Richard's residence, and Lao Hong hurriedly finished his lunch after a few bites just now, in order to come to Richard.

The purpose of this trip was not to ask Richard for help, Lao Hong just came to visit him as is customary, and informed him of what happened in the morning by the way.

Lao Hong knew that this veteran was a character, and Pierre still took him very seriously, and coupled with the relationship between their former teammates, Lao Hong would come once or twice a week.

Even if nothing happens, he will come to talk to Richard and connect with him. After all, no matter how deep the friendship is, it can't withstand a long period of non-contact, just like himself and Li Fatzi.

When Lao Hong and Richard were together, they didn't often mention Li Fatzi, and occasionally they talked about it because they heard some news about Li Fatzi.

Richard was also very cooperative, Lao Hong didn't mention it, and he wouldn't even quote half a word in this direction.

The two of them seemed to deliberately avoid talking about Li Fatzi, and the reason was only clear to them.

Lao Hong sorted out his thoughts, and then knocked on the door. There was no movement inside the door, and the usual lazy 'come in' did not reach Lao Hong's ears.

After two more knocks, Lao Hong confirmed that Richard was not in the room.

Strange, Richard is generally there at this time, where did this guy go?

It seems that we will have to wait until tomorrow to do it again.

Lao Hong didn't think much of it, and strolled to the other side of the corridor, where there was a house with the door wide open.

Lao Hong stood at the door and looked in, and sure enough, he saw that familiar figure.

Alexander was exercising with a dumbbell in one hand at this time, and Lao Hong, who was looking at the high bulging biceps, was envious.

The weight of this dumbbell, I'm afraid that if I hold one in both hands, I may not be able to count it in one hand.

Alexander noticed that there was someone at the door, and his hands did not stop, and he glanced up at Lao Hong.

Lao Hong smiled and beckoned to him, but the latter didn't mean to pay attention to him and continued to indulge in physical exercise.

Lao Hong had long been used to it, and he didn't feel embarrassed, and after greeting the other people in the room one by one, he left satisfied.

As an instructor, Richard naturally has his own room. And Alexander, the first batch of police officers, still lived in a group dormitory, but this was much better than the previous dozens of people crammed into one room.

Alexander's first batch of police officers had successfully graduated, and most of them had stayed, except for a few unlucky ones who had been returned from their goods.

Although they have not yet been entrusted with important tasks, Lao Hong believes that sooner or later these people will come up with one or two figures. It is only from time to time that they come to walk around, with Lao Hong's current identity, they can be regarded as the same class, and the relationship between them is good.

It's just that Alexander is still the same old as Lao Hong, lukewarm, and ignorant of him.

This involved some grievances between Li Fatzi and Alexander, but Lao Hong did not give up this potential stock because of this. Anyway, Alexander has this look of "You owe me money" to almost everyone, and not just to himself.

Coming out of Alexander, Lao Hong looked at his watch.

The appointed time is coming soon.

(To be done!) ）