"What's the matter, what are you two arguing about?" the restaurant owner heard the sound inside through the kitchen door and window, and walked in with a cold face.

He glared at the cook and then looked at the servant, his eyes full of disappointment.

When he first promoted the little guy, he thought that the little guy would be a qualified supervisor, but now that the little guy is too far from his expectations, he always has disputes with the cook, which makes the kitchen smoky.

Seeing the disappointment in the boss's eyes, Xiao Wu couldn't help but feel nervous in his heart, he was afraid of losing his job, and he didn't dare to say anything about Zhao Yan anymore.

He sighed slightly in his heart and warned himself that he should not care about Zhao Yan in the future, and honestly follow the public.

When the owner of the restaurant saw that the cook and the servant were silent, he said, "Don't make a mistake about the high-grade wine and food on the table." ”

The restaurant owner left in a hurry.

The cook showed a smug smile: "See, how bright the boss's heart is, I knew that the person didn't end well, and now I don't mention it, just you are still thinking about it like a fool, what are you thinking about? A dead man?"

The little servant looked at the cook angrily, opened his mouth but didn't say anything, and finally fell into despair.

He knew that the cook was right, Zhao Yan was not only dead, but also became a joke in the mouths of the diners in the restaurant, and the people who worked in the restaurant regarded Zhao Yan as a taboo and did not dare to say it again, for fear of causing trouble.

The cook has long wanted to teach this little guy who doesn't know the rules by relying on the boss's prestige, and he even thought about reporting the little guy's behavior, and now he is very comfortable to see the little guy speechless.

In fact, the grudge between him and the little guy is not big, it's just some ingredients on the board every day.

What makes the cook unhappy is that the little guy always likes to say that Zhao Yan is a character who is not afraid of power and is different, and sometimes compares it, thinking that everyone is numb and grovels in the face of the strong, like a pitiful worm.

But the chef has been like this for most of his life, he has spent decades from being difficult to grovel to consciously maintaining the level of the strong, and now he has gradually stepped up to the upper level of the restaurant and enjoyed the flattery of everyone under the rank, he thinks it is very good.

Therefore, the idea of the little maid has become a thorn in the side of the cook, and the cook is afraid that the little girl's behavior will break the benefits brought by the rank.

He couldn't allow that to happen, at least not before he died, he hadn't had enough of it.

The little guy stood listlessly in the kitchen, and the figure of the cook seemed to be a steel needle piercing from the eye to the heart, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

When the first ingredient was made, the servant tore away the staff who was about to serve the food, picked up the dish and left.

The cook looked at the back of the little girl who left lonely and smiled: "Look, this is called not daring to face life and running away." ”

The rest of the men in the kitchen were not suppressed by the little guys, and they all chimed in.

The little guy crossed the threshold of the back door of the restaurant with a dish and saw the owner of the restaurant who was directing everyone to work, his expression was lonely again, and he suddenly felt scared.

He stubbornly approached the boss and said, "Boss, the dish is here, put it on that guest table?"

The restaurant owner's face was just the opposite of the little guy, full of joy, and when he saw the little guy's dejected look, he said: "How did you do it, this look comes out to serve the food, you are not afraid of making the guests angry to death?"

Finally, I felt that my words were a little harsh, and said, "Are you sick?"

The little guy shook his head, met the boss's concerned eyes, and plucked up the courage to say, "Boss, have you always pretended to be?"

"What did you say, it's not clear", the boss didn't understand, and looked at the little guy with a strange face.

The little servant thought for a moment, conceived his words clearly, and said, "I mean, the way you entertained that guest that day was all fake? Do you also think that we should live to death like pigs and sheep?"

The restaurant owner looked at the little guy for a while and said, "You and the head of the kitchen have a dispute over this matter?"

Xiaowu nodded: "He always preaches the benefits of being a slave to others, and oppresses those in the back kitchen, I can't get used to it, but he is rejected by everyone." ”

"Normal, you don't have to pay attention to them", the restaurant owner reached out and patted the little servant's shoulder: "Go ahead, there is an old friend waiting for you to serve food at the back table." ”

"Old friends?", the little guy was a little puzzled, and he couldn't remember where he could have a friend who could eat in the restaurant except for those poor relatives in the slums.

Abruptly, he remembered Zhao Yan.

Soon he laughed at himself again, shook his head, and muttered, "How is it possible, they are all dead." ”

"What are you muttering, let's send the food", the restaurant owner didn't hear clearly, and urged on the side.

"Oh, good", the little guy came back to his senses and walked forward with the plate, thinking about what kind of old friend he looked like as he went.

His eyes swept over the guest, and suddenly fixed on a figure in the back of the restaurant.

What the man looked like...... It's familiar.

The little guy's body was agitated for no reason, and his heart was pounding wildly.

He wanted to confirm the identity of the other party, but he was a little afraid that he would not be able to coincide with the object in his mind after seeing the other party's face clearly.

So he didn't obey the command, one leg walked forward quickly, and the other leg was cramped and restless, and as a result, he fell to the ground with a thud.

The dish shattered, and the soup splashed the little girl's face.

The crisp sound attracts the attention of diners from all walks of life.

Zhao Yan was no exception, he raised his head that was whispering to Bai Bao, and saw the little guy lying on the ground with his neck raised, and when he saw that it was a little guy, Zhao Yan smiled at him.

The little guy met Zhao Yan's bright eyes, and the hesitant mood suddenly disappeared, and his heart was pounding, more than twice as fast as before.

It was like the joy of being the first in the village to be hired into a restaurant, and the whole village cheered for him, which stimulated him to goosebumps.

And now, although there was no one cheering for him, he felt the movement that even the air was cheering for him.

The little guy got up from the ground in a hurry, didn't even bother to clean up the broken dishes, and flew from the middle of the restaurant to the counter of the restaurant with a cigarette.

He looked at the restaurant owner and cheered, "Old ...... Boss! Alive, alive!"

The boss looked left and right with a confused face: "Who?"

"Alive!", the little guy was so excited that he was incoherent, dancing, turned around and ran to the back kitchen: "Hahaha...... Alive!"

"What's wrong", the restaurant owner looked at the little guy dangling around, and couldn't help but shake his head to the guest table where Zhao Yan was sitting, and saw the smashed dishes on the way, and suddenly his heart ached: "This loser! I'll see how I clean you up later!"