After Tian Tian made arrangements, Song Bangyue determined the time of the business trip in the work group.

In the afternoon, Ning Yuan came to visit.

"I heard that the two of you have made it public in the wealthy circle in Beijing, and you have been so busy that you have no time, and you haven't eaten hot melons."

Ning Yuan was particularly capable of horning, and gave Tian Tian a red envelope, "Meng Meng still wants to come to see you, but she rushed to the New Year's greetings everywhere during the New Year, saying that she wanted to save more red envelopes to play with you." ”

"Thank you, uncle, I said okay to Mengmeng, and I'll go back after the New Year."

Ning Yuan wanted to say a few words, but found a blazing gaze.

"Hello Auntie, I'm Ning Yuan."

"I know, I've been to your concert before." The more Yuan Zhi looked at it, the happier he felt.

This is the beautiful man she should see, those crooked melons and cracked dates that rely on P pictures and refinement, the more I look at them, the worse I feel.

It's not good at singing, it's not good at acting, it's not good looking, alas, what's the use of holding it out?

"By the way, do you want to invest? I'm holding you. ”

She wants to come out with a good look.

It's all his own people, Ning Yuan simply said directly, "I'm half a boss now, I don't need to hold it, Auntie might as well be a newcomer." ”

"Then you recommend one to me."

"How's the feast?"

Yuan Zhi was stunned for a moment, and patted his legs excitedly, "It's dark under the light!" ”

Xiaoyan was such a ready-made choice, she didn't even expect it.

Then he began to discuss with him the resources of the small banquet.

Ning Yuan coughed, "Actually, there is another person, named Zheng Tianqi." ”

Yuan Zhi looked at the photo, "Yo, he's also a handsome guy, it's not bad to put on makeup when the time comes." ”

There's another wallhead, which is awesome.

Ning Yuan left lunch and hurriedly slipped away, otherwise the assistant would have cried to show him again.

Before leaving, he told Song Bangyue again, "That, remember to call me when you go on a business trip, I happen to be on annual leave." ”

Follow the proprietress out to have fun and eat.

"Okay."

Ning Yuan immediately left satisfied.

Zhao Yumei should go to public expense on a business trip, so she booked a hotel.

Under the leadership of Xie Jiangcheng, they walked through all kinds of old shops and alleys in Beijing.

After deciding on the content to be filmed, filming began in the back kitchen of the hotel that Yuan Zhi participated in the investment.

After seeing these professional kitchenware one by one, Song Bangyue suddenly remembered that she was still a professional chef.

She rubbed her hands together and started cooking after Zhao Yumei made an OK gesture.

Xie Jiangcheng adjusted the lights and watched intently from the side.

Usually she works in the kitchen full of life, and there is always some virtuous taste in it.

After coming to such a professional kitchen, the narrow knife can be pulled out in the hand with a beautiful arc, without a trace of superfluous movements.

People who are already dazzling, after coming to the professional field, it is even more turbulent physically and mentally.

"It's so beautiful."

Zhao Yumei stared at the camera.

Just then, a short and fat man walked in and shouted:

"Who allowed you to use my kitchen utensils? Do you know how much it is? Don't shoot, don't shoot. ”

When he walked to the side, he pushed her.

"How can you a woman touch our kitchenware? Bad luck is dead! ”

Song Bangyue was frying something, counting seconds to control the heat, and as soon as he interrupted it, the heat passed.

Xie Jiangcheng also hurriedly went up and stopped in front of her, "Who allowed you to come in?" ”

The man was wearing a chef's uniform, and he was a little chilled by his gaze, "This...... This is my kitchen, why can't I go in? ”

Zhao Yumei saw that the picture was ruined, and she was so angry that she wanted to beat people, "Such a big kitchen is yours?" Are you kidding! ”

There are nearly ten stoves in this Chinese kitchen, and there are more than a dozen of them on the cutting board on the other side of the cooking table, of course, it can't be his.

"The knives are a hotel thing, when did they become yours?"

Xie Jiangcheng called the person in charge of the hotel, and the person in charge called the kitchen manager and the personnel manager over.

It was only after the man came that the chef realized who had provoked him.

It was still aggressive just now, and my tongue couldn't be straightened at this moment.

"Wu De, what's the matter with you? Didn't a notice be issued that this Chinese kitchen would be temporarily vacated? "The kitchen manager has already made up his mind to fire him.

But since the boss called them, it was definitely not just to fire such a person.

The person in charge was sweating profusely and urged him, "Hurry up, who asked you to come?" ”

He'd seen too much of this unfair competition.

There are so many hotels, but there is a problem with the one he is responsible for, if he can't settle it, his work will come to an end.

Wu De still wanted to struggle, but the manager of the personnel department was an acquaintance with him, and when he saw that he was desperately trying to give himself a look, he hurriedly told the truth:

"It's a woman named Jia Xiyun, let me stop this woman from filming."

When he was finished, he muttered, "Women can cook at home, no matter how bad they are to be dim sum chefs, what qualifications do they have to enter our Chinese kitchen?" ”

The HR manager really wants to saw his mouth!

Song Bangyue was stunned and laughed angrily, "Who told you that only men can enter the Chinese kitchen?" ”

It is true that Chinese kitchens are particular about stir-frying and require a lot of power to stir-fry, but this is not a reason not to let women be cooks.

"It's just that men are afraid of being squeezed by women."

After all, some men can't compare with sex, let alone women.

Being sarcastically ridiculed by her, Wu De's eyes widened angrily, "Do you dare to compare with Lao Tzu?" ”

"You don't deserve it." Song Bangyue sneered, "You only deserve to worship on the side." ”

Then Wu De was forced to stay by Xie Jiangcheng's side, watching the woman he despised cook the ingredients.

The action is smooth, each knife accurately cuts the flesh and skin, and the bones are split against the joints.

After handling the duck, Song Bangyue began to mix seasonings again.

Just rely on the hand to weigh, the score is exactly the same.

Wu De was disdainful at first, but when she counted the seconds to take out the fried meat, his eyes widened.

Even he has to take it out from time to time to see it in order to master the heat, but this woman has almost no repetitive steps in a set!

When the finished product comes out, set aside a part.

After Xie Jiangcheng, Ning Yuan, Zhao Yumei and others tasted it, the person in charge of the hotel and the kitchen manager were fortunate enough to taste it and gave a thumbs up in admiration.

"Miss Song's craftsmanship is better than that of our hotel's guest chefs."

The texture and taste are all perfect.

Wu De was about to stretch his neck, and Song Bangyue didn't pay attention to him.

After making sure that the materials were all filmed, she also packed the box and brought it back to Grandma Xie and them to taste.

Like she said, Wu De didn't deserve to be her opponent at all.

After the group left, Wu De hurriedly rushed to the stove, twisted the residue from the plate, put it in his mouth for three seconds, and collapsed his shoulders in frustration.

In the car, Zhao Yumei asked Song Bangyue, "Who is that Jia Xiyun?" ”

I don't know if it's her delusion, but after asking, Xie Jiangcheng coughed uncomfortably.

It's greasy.

Sure enough, Song Bangyue spit out two words, "A more perverted rival in love." ”

"Then how do you want to get revenge?"

Xie Jiangcheng hurriedly said, "Leave it to me." ”

"No, I'll do it myself." Song Bangyue sneered, "Dare to destroy my kitchen, I will tear her clothes."