"What more do you want, sir?"

"Fifteen strings of quail meat, thank you. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" The guest who was questioned looked up slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he was probably too long to look at the phone he had been fiddling with since he entered the door.

"Okay, please wait a minute." The waiter flipped the record sheet to the page of table eight and wrote a few strokes, then bent down and pointed to the empty iron skewers on the table, and when he saw the young man opposite nodding slightly, he put them into the plate with miscellaneous items and turned around and walked away.

It was lunch time, and the business in the store was very busy, so the waiter recorded and cleaned up the table in the store, and then walked into a small door at the back.

When I entered the door, a wave of heat hit my face.

"Xiao He, how is it?" Seeing the waiter enter the door, the middle-aged man who was busy working by the barbecue grabbed the towel on his shoulder to wipe his sweat and asked loudly.

"Chef Liu, you took off your hat again, and it will be another verbosity when you are seen by the boss." Xiao He threw the record sheet on the table next to the door and walked to the corner with the plate.

"You think I want to take it off, it's just too hot to stand it." Chef Liu wiped his face again, grabbed the top of his hat and turned his head, and continued: "Where did the boss get so many famous people, where is this something that can be done, the things are clean, and if you can't eat any problems, it is enough to be worthy of conscience." I did ......"

"yes, yes, 'I've been a cook for so many years, I've never seen the kind of kitchen he said!' You've said that a hundred times. Xiao He poured the meal paper and uneaten food in the iron plate into the garbage can, and poured the iron skewer and small dish into the water basin---- these things can be recycled again after high temperature sterilization, which is all work that has to be done at night, now tidy up a little, and it can be easier at night.

"Okay, okay, you're more wordy than the boss. How, exactly? ”

"How's that? Let me tell you, if the boss hears you say that he is wordy, he will be upset......"

Chef Liu hurriedly pulled down the power of the barbecue, waved his hand and said, "Okay, I said it wrong, you should tell me what that person ordered." ”

Xiao He pulled out a clean towel from the wall that couldn't be seen in the kitchen to wipe his hands---- and then he had to serve the barbecue ordered by the guests, if his hands were dirty, it wouldn't work----" He ordered fifteen strings of quail meat. He walked to the door and opened the record sheet to confirm, "You're really right, he has been sitting for almost an hour, and he eats more than a dozen skewers of each type of meat, and he really has an appetite." ”

"What has an appetite! I said he was here to steal the teacher, and I've seen a lot of this kind of thing. ”

"Please, what age is this, if you want to steal a teacher, you have to go to a big hotel, who will come to the barbecue restaurant to steal a teacher."

"It's the same in any era! Boy, let me tell you, don't look down on the barbecue restaurant, and besides, I haven't been in charge of a big hotel, I ...... when I was a chef. Chef Liu's face suddenly became hot, he took off his hat and fanned it, grabbed a towel and wiped it on his forehead, which was not sweaty at all.

"Okay, okay, when you were a chef, I was still playing with mud in kindergarten. No matter what he's doing, it's better to hurry up and grill the meat. Again...... He's not here to steal the teacher, so you don't have to be in such a hurry. Xiao He looked like he couldn't stand it, he walked over, put the list next to Chef Liu, and picked up the various barbecue meats that had been plated next to the barbecue.

He took two steps away, only to find that there were fifteen strings of quail meat inside.

Xiao He looked back and looked at it in surprise.

"What's wrong with me...... My craft ......"

Xiao He hurriedly turned around and pretended not to hear anything.

This guy is not afraid of roasting the wrong meat and wasting the ingredients, being wordy by the boss? But Chef Liu is so sure...... Could it be that the young man really came to steal the teacher?

No way? Xiao He didn't tell Chef Liu that he seemed to have seen the young man a few times before, but he couldn't be sure, because the appearance seemed to be a little similar, but the feeling of this young man today was very different from the person in his impression.

Yes, not at all! That feeling is not the same as the person in Xiao He's impression.

To be exact, it must have been unlike anyone he'd ever met.

What's different?

Xiao He thought about it, while walking past the table with an iron plate, putting down a few small plates from time to time, and from time to time secretly looking at the young man sitting alone at table No. 8 in the corner---- every time Xiao He just came out of the small door, he would be stared at by the young man for a while.

This made Xiao He a little uncomfortable, and finally, he walked to table eight.

"Sir, the barbecue you ordered."

The young man glanced up at him, glanced over the small dish in the iron plate, and returned to the telephone on the desk to continue typing on the keyboard.

Because he had been staring at the young man carefully this time, Xiao He's hand holding the iron plate suddenly trembled slightly, and he suddenly understood why he felt different.

As soon as the young man glanced at him, he sensed a natural contempt. This contempt is not to look down on the food and service in the store, nor is it to look down on the profession he is engaged in.

Strangely, Xiao He could feel that the contempt was not accompanied by the slightest malice. Or rather, it seems that it is not contempt at all, but rather an extraordinary equality.

The iron plate in his hand, the plate in the iron plate, the barbecue in the plate...... and Xiao He himself, in that quick glance, it seemed to have become the same kind of thing, and there was no difference.

It was a cold, nonchalant look.

It seems that in the eyes of young people, the people or things around them are just people or things, and they don't pay attention to them at all, let alone pay attention to the difference between them.

Those deep eyes naturally revealed that they were high.

Xiao He hurriedly lowered his head, he couldn't make eye contact with that kind of eyes. It was about this reason, and it was probably because of that kind of "equality", such a thought made Xiao He frown, as if he had been hurt suddenly, and a wave of jealousy arose in his heart.

is the same person, why does he have to work so hard, serve customers in a low manner, please the boss, and why someone can suppress others and be different just by using his eyes.

I have to say that Xiao He's observation is quite keen, and he can notice eyes that ordinary people will not pay attention to.

The eyes are the windows of the soul, and although 1A7489 stopped controlling Wu Xiaoyu's body, it did not stop observing the planet through Wu Xiaoyu's eyes.

In 1A7489's opinion, is there really any difference between humans and saucers? The same things on the earth, the same backwardness, the same forced to observe and find ways to use them.

Equally, of course.