Nangong Ming watched in amazement as Shuo walked out from behind the door, Shuo also spotted Nangong Ming from behind the dark lenses, and his performance was much calmer than Nangong Ming. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"You're here?" Shuo Xiang was talking to an old friend who had known each other for many years, and he seemed to have known that Nangong Ming was coming. Smiling, he walked behind the bar with the bottles in his arms and began to take out the bottles from the box and place them on the shelves.

"Do you know Mr. Shuo?" As soon as she reached the top of the stairs, Chrissy couldn't wait to ask.

"It's a one-sided relationship." Nangong Ming was telling the truth, he now remembered the time in the cave, Shuo seemed to be dressed like this, and he also mentioned about the store.

"No, Mr. Shuo greeted you so kindly. If he had spoken to me like that, I wouldn't have been able to sleep at night. Chrissy was in a fantasy again.

The things in the cave were still haunting Nangong Ming's mind, and the two people who appeared at that time were dressed as normal people. If Shuo is a bartender in this shop, then the other, the giant-like existence......

Chrissy was talking all the way about how handsome, gentlemanly, popular with girls, and ...... Finally, Chrissy came to a small door.

The door reads, "The kitchen is heavy, idlers are not allowed to enter"!

The door was closed, and Chrissy opened it with a gentle push, and she walked in, and when she came out, the plate in her hand was empty.

Nangong Ming looked at the small door hesitantly, if that big man like a polar bear worked here, the door should be one or two times larger.

He pushed the door open and entered, a white glow enveloping the space behind the door. Behind the door was a wide hallway, on the opposite side of which was a long metal sink, and the nearest sink was filled with hills of dirty plates. The water in the sink was of different colors, and the clearer it was the further you went to the end of the hallway, and a short boy who looked like a high school student was walking back and forth around the sink unhurriedly washing dishes. It wasn't sure how fast he moved, but the number of dirty dishes had been reduced by more than half at this time when Nangong Ming was in a daze.

Probably hearing a voice behind him, the boy turned around and saw the plate in Nangong Ming's hand, and he pointed to the sink. Nangong Ming found that the young man's lips were confined and he couldn't speak.

Nangong Ming put down the dirty plate and was about to leave, when he heard the rumbling sound in the corridor behind him, so he turned around and looked in the other direction of the corridor, which was previously blocked by the kitchen door. Nangong Ming was suddenly shocked by the scene in front of him.

The small kitchen was occupied by a large body, and in order to match his size, the floor was sunken down a meter so that a good chef could bring the dishes from the window at the other end of the kitchen to the counter with a slight lift of his hand.

The flames of the stove were reflected on Bai Zhang's face, and he could grasp four cauldrons at the same time with one hand, and the strength of the pots was amazing. Even with such considerable size and strength, the small steak and fried egg still fit well in his hands.

Next to Bai Zhang's monster-like body, there was a delicate and cute figure humming a small tune, busy preparing ingredients for him. It was a little Lori who looked like she was only about ten years old, the chef's uniform on her body was obviously tailor-made for her, and the chef's hat on her head was as tall as her figure, and Nangong Ming was afraid that the chef's hat would suddenly fall off when she looked at her rabbit-like bouncing figure.

This odd pair of vastly disparate pairings holds up the entire kitchen, and Nangong insists that a second pair can't be found anywhere else.

"Xiao Nan, come out to help, Sister Wang is here." Chrissy poked her head out the door and whispered, not at all surprised by what was going on in the kitchen.

Nangong Ming was pulled into the hall by Chrissy in a daze, and after a while, the hall was now full of guests, waiters were shuttling among the tables and chairs, and the bells of the counter were constantly ringing.

[I haven't eaten yet......] Nangong Ming thought sadly, but before he could continue to mourn, the bell at the counter rang again.

"Xiao Nan, what are you still standing for? Hurry up and serve the food. Sister Wang passed by the counter and handed the end plate on the counter to Nangong Ming, and there was a machine-typed note on the end plate, with the table number and the name of the dish on it.

"Guest No. 6, outside the door, um- remember to tell the guest the name of the dish, and then serve it to him. Go for it! ”

Nangong Ming carefully held the plate, beware of the coffee inside leaking out, or the patterns on it from falling out. Soon he realized that he was too slow and his coffee wasn't full to that extent, so he picked up his pace.

The sixth guest was a white-collar man, his eyes had been paying attention to the stock market on the tablet, and when Nangong Ming reported the name of the dish to him, he simply said "um", and he didn't raise his head.

Nangong Ming left the scene quickly, his mood was extremely brisk, as if he had completed an impossible task.

"You didn't get milk packets and spoons for guests." Chrissy appeared next to Nangong Ming as if out of thin air, also holding coffee in her hand.

Nangong Ming saw that there was something more next to Chrissy's coffee cup, and suddenly it was as if he had fallen from the Nine Heavens to Purgatory, and there was a cold sweat on his back. Nangong Ming had never drunk coffee, and his knowledge of coffee was limited to written records and word of mouth, and he seemed to remember that coffee was very bitter if he didn't add anything.

In his mind, the uneasy image of the guests being furious and clamoring to see the manager, and then forcing Sister Wang to waive the order, causing Sister Wang to be angry with Nangong Ming, and finally Nangong Ming was swept out of the house in embarrassment.

"It's okay, take it now. In the pantry. Chrissy admonished and delivered the food.

Nangong Ming found the food preparation cabinet with ease, opened the cabinet door, and sure enough, there were several flat bamboo baskets inside, and there were full of jelly-like milk bags in the bamboo baskets, and knives, forks and spoons were placed in the bamboo baskets next to them. Nangong Ming took a milk bag and picked out a long-handled spoon that was the same as the one on Chrissy's plate. As soon as he turned around and was about to send it to the guest, he saw a male waiter with a freckled face looking at Nangong Ming timidly.

"Do you know where to put the spoon and the milk packet?" The boy asked.

Nangong couldn't help but say that he handed the boy everything in his hand, turned around and took another one, and said to the boy: "I also just came, the same problem."

The boy smiled owingly, and trotted to deliver it to the guest, and Nangong Ming also hurried to deliver it to the guest. Fortunately, the guest seemed to be very concerned about the information on the tablet, and the coffee was still untouched. Nangong Ming put things down and apologized, but he didn't notice them at all.

Before Nangong could breathe a sigh of relief, the bell at the counter rang again, and this time it was a fruit salad, which was to be sent to the third floor. Nangong Ming keenly noticed that there were no knives and forks prepared on the plate. So Nangong Ming took a knife and fork from the pantry and went up the stairs.

As soon as he pushed open the door on the third floor, Nangong Ming almost thought that he had come to the wrong place.

The hall was much darker, with its own spotlights on over each seat and the melody of a saxophone wafting through the air.

There were four sexy beauties sitting in front of the bar, holding wine glasses, looking at Shuo who was bartending in confusion. If it weren't for the bar, Nangong Ming was really worried that they would pounce on the spot and eat Shuo Sheng alive.

The atmosphere outside is much better than inside, at least brightly lit. Nangong Ming was stopped as soon as he walked out of the door. It was a woman in a suit and uniform, with all the hair on her face combed to the back of her head and tied in a knot, wearing heavy makeup, and her lips painted red. There are two words written on the badge: Foreman.

"Wrong." The foreman said that her emaciated face exuded a natural majesty. And Sister Wang wants to compare with her, the difference is obvious, Sister Wang's face is round, her temperament is dignified, and she is more stern.

"Wrong?" Nangong Ming muttered quietly, looking at the things on the end plate in a panic, not knowing if he was wrong or something else.

"Salads should be eaten with long forks, and knives and forks are used for Western food." The foreman pointed to the food preparation cabinet on the third floor, "Next time, you don't have to bring cutlery from the first floor." ”

Nangong Ming walked to the food preparation cabinet with great guilt, and found a basket of slender forks on the second floor, which he quickly replaced. When he passed the foreman, he was still playing the drums in his heart, and there would be something wrong with it, but fortunately he succeeded this time.