Just when Su Qingfeng was thinking about who did it, a small head poked in from outside the door.

A little boy who was almost six or seven years old and still had a snot howl, "Is Su Qingfeng here?" Someone is looking for you! ”

With that, he turned his head and ran away.

Su Qingfeng looked at the familiar corner of the clothes at the door, laughed in his heart, but walked outside quietly on his face.

I saw a woman with a coarse cloth covering her head, her head lowered, and she couldn't see her specific face clearly, and she raised her head suddenly.

Her eyes were bloodshot, there was a deep black mark under her eyes, her face was sallow, and she looked as if she was a few years older.

Deng Xiaoya looked at Su Qingfeng, his posture was straight, his eyes were upright, and his whole person looked upright and energetic.

Compared to myself, it is fundamentally different.

Deng Xiaoya's heart surged with jealousy and unwillingness, and at the same time, she faintly regretted it.

With Su Qingfeng's cooking skills, even if he doesn't have a job as a state-run restaurant, he will be able to show his talents sooner or later.

If I had known that he was so promising...... She doesn't necessarily have to choose where to move forward......

As soon as this thought came up, Deng Xiaoya herself was startled.

How can it be?

Not to mention anything else, just because He Qianqian has a leading uncle, it is not comparable to a poor country boy like Su Qingfeng.

Not to mention...... When she heard He Qianqian be in a good mood, she mentioned that Su Qingfeng's job was just a temporary worker, and sooner or later he would be beaten back to his original shape.

Thinking about it like this, the regret in her heart gradually faded away.

Deng Xiaoya raised her head and looked at Su Qingfeng: "You lend me five yuan." Advance was injured and I had to visit him in the hospital. ”

As soon as these words came out, Rao is Su Qingfeng came from his previous life, and he couldn't help but have his brain shut down, and he was stunned for a moment.

He glanced Deng Xiaoya up and down, as if he was looking at a fool, "You have nothing wrong with your brain, right?" You can find a concubine, and ask me, the victim, to borrow money. Why should I lend you? Who are you me? It's not beautiful, but it's pretty beautiful. ”

"Won't He Qianqian coax a few words, you really think that you are some kind of immortal, everyone should revolve around you, I have to be like a fool, I finally made some money, I should give it to you? What a man! You're so calculating, I think you should just go to work, fiddling with abacus beads is the best for you. ”

Deng Xiaoya was ashamed and angry.

Obviously, Su Qingfeng in the past has never been like this.

Although he was stupid in the past, he was like a fart, and he couldn't wait to stick to her every day.

For her request, it can be said that she is responsive.

But since Su Qingfeng sobered up, he had become completely different.

Deng Xiaoya choked back tears and was a little dissatisfied, "You are a big man, it is too ugly to say!" I was just...... Just ......"

Su Qingfeng sighed twice, "If you have something to say, say it quickly, and if you have a fart, let it go." ”

Aged old green tea, what kind of innocent white rabbit is there.

Thinking about it, his wilted mind came out, as if he had no intention of saying, "You are pregnant with He Qianqian's child, go to visit him, do you still need to get money?" That's too raw! ”

Deng Xiaoya pursed her lips.

Of course she didn't want to be so angry.

But now, He Qianjin doesn't like to see her very much.

He Qianqian's family even regarded her as a suspicious person who wanted to borrow a son to enter the door and climb the wealth.

That family is all snobs, and with a pair of eyes up and down, they can shrewdly estimate her value.

She really had no choice but to come up with such a bad idea.

Su Qingfeng didn't seem to care, and casually mentioned, "You've already reached this point, what are you afraid of?" They want face, but you don't have shame. Isn't the one in your belly the one you rely on for spilling? ”

As he spoke, he left Deng Xiaoya directly and returned to the state-run hotel.

No gentlemanliness.

Only Deng Xiaoya was left, standing alone outside the state-run hotel, stunned, pondering Su Qingfeng's words repeatedly.

The He family wants to face...... She's shameless......

The words are not rough.

She was at her wit's end.

If He Qianjin really doesn't marry her, I'm just afraid of ......

Deng Xiaoya gritted her teeth, made up her mind, and walked in the direction of the hospital.

……

After returning to the state-run hotel, Su Qingfeng chopped up the minced meat as if nothing had happened.

Today make dumplings stuffed with pork and cabbage.

It is delicious to eat with vinegar.

Just chopping and chopping, he felt that something was wrong.

This meat seems to be less than the amount when I purchased it, so it's a bit insufficient.

Obviously, Li Gen on the other side also discovered this problem.

But he didn't look surprised.

Obviously, this is not the first time he has encountered such a situation.

"The meat is a little insufficient, so let's put less meat in the dumpling filling."

Lin Mingliang listened to the anger, a kitchen knife in one hand, chopping the chopping board with a clattering sound, and couldn't help muttering in his mouth:

"This guy is going too far and too much every time. We worked hard to pack a small box of meals in the evening. He was fine, and he didn't do anything, so he cut a large piece of pork. ”

Li Gen was silent.

Su Qingfeng understood.

Who else is there in the state-run hotel?

The one who wanted to take the pork was Manager Cao of the state-run restaurant.

It is said that when the water is clear, there is no fish, but he has benefited from it, which has affected the normal operation of the hotel.

But even so, Manager Cao has firmly occupied this position, but he is afraid that there is another backer behind him.

He Jia...... Let's count it as one of the backgrounds.

In the interval between making dumplings, Li Gen suddenly spoke, "Xiao Su, you prepare tomorrow, I will ask you for a leave, you go to the provincial capital to participate in the chef assessment, and take an eighth-level certificate."

With this certificate, Su Qingfeng is not a cook of unknown origin.

It will be much easier to find a permanent position.

Su Qingfeng wiped his hands and nodded in agreement, "Okay, thank you, Brother Li." ”

The corners of Li Gen's mouth raised, "You don't have to worry too much about the assessment, it's just an eighth-level certificate, and for you, it's safe." ”

Hearing this, Lin Mingliang looked at Master Li with resentment.

What is the eighth-level certificate, and it is safe to take the exam?

Why did he fail to pass the exam after being an apprentice for so many years?

Ten o'clock.

The state-run hotel opened on time.

Chen Meilan still has a stinky face, with an attitude of not buying.

But fortunately, she didn't scold anyone, at most her tone was a little impatient.

Even though the diners were angry in their hearts, when they tasted the juicy cabbage and pork stuffed dumplings, this nameless fire was instantly soothed by the food and the throbbing temple of the five internal organs.

In the lobby, on a table near the back kitchen, several workers from the steel mill gathered together, dipping dumplings in vinegar one by one.

The moment the dumplings bite down, the juice bursts, combined with the soft dough, and the filling that is about to come out, the moment the three are combined in the mouth, there is a feeling of mouthful, and you want to eat again.

A few people were silent, and the speed of picking up dumplings with chopsticks was a little faster.

When he had something in his stomach and was half-full, one of them sighed:

"When did the dumplings in this state-run restaurant taste so good? It's about the same level as the specialty of our steel mill master. ”

"It's a pity that in the next few months, I am afraid that I will not be able to eat such delicious dumplings in the canteen."