Chapter 22: Deliberately Finding Fault

The noodles are chewy and elastic, and at first glance they look like experienced masters who roll them out by hand.

The man didn't say anything, but the speed of sucking the noodles unconsciously increased a lot.

While I was eating, the door suddenly became lively, and there was a noisy sound.

"Brother Qianjian, the deputy director of the propaganda department of the steel mill this time, I think it has to be you."

"Yes, Brother Qianjin is a high school student, his family conditions are good, and his ability is outstanding, if Brother Qianjin can't even be the deputy director, who else can be the deputy director?"

This group of people was chattering, gathered together, surrounded by a greasy-headed man, and his words were full of flattery.

Many diners were at first so noisy that they couldn't help but look back.

It's just that when he saw the oily man, his face changed slightly, and he turned his head again, pretending that nothing had happened.

There are only a few factories in the town, and people come and go, and the news is almost transparent.

This oil-headed man looks like a dog, but his reputation is not very good, and he especially likes to have ambiguous relationships with some little girls.

It's just that He Qianqian has a background at home, and he is wishful thinking and has the name of the object, and after so long, he has been stunned to mix like a fish in water.

Apart from...... Eat deflated at Su Qingfeng's place.

As soon as he thought of this, the smile on the corner of He Qianqian's mouth faded.

I don't know what benefits Su Qingfeng promised Li Gen, but he was not embarrassed by Li Gen, and he was mixed with the position of the second stove of the state-run hotel.

Recently, with his own craftsmanship, he has become famous among a group of diners, and they all say that the new master of the state-run restaurant has real skills.

If he really does this, wouldn't it be just around the corner for temporary workers to become regulars.

Li Gen, this waste!

Why can Su Qingfeng, the culprit, live a prosperous life.

But these days, he has been urged to marry by the Deng family every day, which has made him anxious.

It doesn't make sense!

Fortunately, he has people in his hands.

Li Gen can't cure Su Qingfeng, so what about the hotel's number one - the hotel manager?

Thinking like this, He Qianqian found a place to sit down and glanced at the person next to him.

The man's smile froze, and then he spoke: "Brother Qianqian, you sit down first, and I'll order food." ”

With that, he walked towards the window.

It's just that I can't help but scold angrily in my heart.

Damn, don't have the money to pretend to be a big family?

This old boy is about to become the deputy director, and he has to pay food stamps for dinner.

Withheld and searched.

If it weren't for an uncle who was a cadre in the town, who would be willing to take care of him!

A moment later, the man was carrying bowls of noodles and a pot of braised short ribs.

He introduced with a smile: "Brother Qianjian, this noodle is made by the new master of the state-run hotel. If you haven't been here recently, I'm afraid you don't know, this master does have two brushes, and some dishes are even better than Master Li's. ”

After speaking, he asked for credit with a little sneer: "I made a special inquiry just now, and the diners who ate the noodles said that they were good, so I bought five bowls of noodles." If I hadn't started quickly, I'm afraid it would have been sold out long ago......"

As he spoke, he felt that something was wrong.

Why is He Qianqian's face getting more and more ugly?

Did he say something wrong again?

He Qianqian stiffened his face, picked up his chopsticks and ate a bite of noodles.

The taste is really good.

But on the face, he "snapped" and put down his chopsticks, "What kind of noodles are these, it's terrible!" Is it something that people eat? ”

The fox friends who were originally snorting and sucking noodles were immediately stunned.

Isn't it dizzy to move forward?

This bowl of noodles still doesn't taste good?

Isn't what they usually eat pig food?

They looked at each other, and a thought came to their minds.

I'm afraid it's not that the noodles are not delicious, it's that Brother Qianqian looks at the new master unpleasantly.

After all, this kind of thing is not once or twice.

Although they have some regrets in their hearts, they are afraid that they will not be able to eat the dishes made by this master in the future.

But a crowd of people still stood up one after another, shouting and swearing:

"This side is all lumpy, is it still something that people eat?"

"This soup is so salty when you drink it, how does the master chef do it?"

"What a master, I heard that this cook is only nineteen years old, which master will be so young, it won't be a relationship ......"

Before he finished speaking, the person who spoke was pinched hard by He Qianqian.

He was still a little confused, and he turned around and wanted to teach the bold man a lesson, but he saw He Qianqian glaring at him fiercely.

They poured dirty water on Su Qingfeng, but they didn't ask them to pull him off the horse.

This group of guys who have not achieved enough things and have more than enough failures.

He Qianqian's group of people were menacing, and there were diners next to him who couldn't stand it, and persuaded with kind words:

"Little brother, whether this noodle is delicious or not, we all know it in our hearts. And the noodles are cooked pot by pot, so the master can't target you alone. What's in it for you? ”

"That's it, I've eaten so many times, and I really don't have to say anything about this master's craftsmanship. Brother, if you really don't think the noodles are delicious, then bring them over and let us all taste them. After all, the big leaders have said that the eyes of the masses are bright. ”

"Yes, you said it alone, but it doesn't count!"

He Qianjian's group of people were a little stunned.

Just a new cook, there are so many people to defend him?

Seeing that someone really wanted to come up and taste their bowl of noodles, He Qianqian simply didn't do anything, and with a wave of his hand, he swept all the noodles on the table on the ground.

At this moment, the sound of clanging filled the state-run hotel.

The soup was spilled all over the floor, and the dishes and chopsticks were scattered.

The crowd was silent for a few seconds.

Then a wordless anger filled everyone's hearts.

How precious is food these days?

Not to mention the peasants in the countryside, even the seemingly beautiful workers still have to rely on food stamps every month to live tightly.

Even five-year-olds know the preciousness of eating.

The actions of He Qianjin and others almost caused public anger.

The huge movement here has also attracted the attention of the back kitchen.

Lin Mingliang glanced at the window a few times, then retracted his head sneakily, and glanced at Li Gen secretly, "It seems that He Qianqian is here." ”

Su Qingfeng's movements in his hand froze, and then he listened to the movement outside without a trace.

Lobby for dining.

He Qianqian's side was a few dogs, and when he saw that no one was talking, he stumbled again.

One of them raised his chin, "Taste it." Don't you want to taste whether it's good or not? Well, the soup and noodles are on the ground, why don't you taste them at this time? ”

Damn, that's not how people practice it!

I don't think of them as human beings!

There were people in the crowd who were angry, and their fists were hard, so they almost swung up and punched them.

It's just that before he could act, he was stopped by an acquaintance next to him.

"You don't even look at who it is! It's okay to say anything else, the one in the middle with the big back is the nephew of the director of the town's revolutionary committee, don't rush up, in the end you won't even have a job. ”

In recent years, who has not heard of the name of the Revolutionary Committee?

Sure enough, the originally menacing strong man suddenly paused.

It's just that he is still a little unwilling:

"Is it just because they bully people so much?"