An Jianguo was really angry. He didn't even want to shout "Dad" and accused him of "An Dafu".

Anne was not bothered and let him vent.

It was not until An Jianguo was cursing but suddenly started crying. Finally, he squatted down, buried his head on his knees, and started crying his mother. Annie snorted coldly, "Cry? A young man in his twenties is still embarrassed to cry?"

"I tell you, An Jianguo, I treat you like this because I treat you as my own son."

"If it's someone else's children, I'm too lazy to care about the money given to me!"

An Jianguo howled for a while, but after venting, he was no longer so angry.

He wiping tears on his sleeve, he suddenly raised his head and said hatefully, "For my good? You, are you embarrassed to say it's for my good?"

"I'm working well. You quit if you say quit. It's just for my own good?"

Annie looked at him coldly, "Didn't you dislike the temporary worker yesterday? You said the Han family was not satisfied."

An Jianguo:...

I was afraid that you would leave the staffing to Chang Qinghua, so I deliberately said that temporary workers were not good.

Besides, I'm not wrong. The temporary workers are indeed much worse than the formal workers.

It is obvious that the same job is done, but the salary and benefits are half the difference.

And there is no guarantee, and the other company said that he would be dismissed, so he could be dismissed.

It’s not like a formal worker, it’s safe to get a job when drought and flood. As long as you don’t make any big mistakes, even the leader will not dare to do anything to him!

But no matter how bad the temporary worker is, it is still a job. Now that he has no job, the Han family must not agree with his marriage with Han Mei.

"You left yesterday, and I thought about it carefully. Temporary workers are indeed not allowed."

When Annie saw An Jianguo stammering, she couldn't say a word, she seemed a little soft-hearted, and her tone became softer.

An Jianguo's eyes lit up. His father really found out that he wanted to take over?

Annie seemed to understand his thoughts again, and cursed in anger, "Do you still want to take my shift?"

"As long as I said yesterday, I'm in vain?"

"You really become the chef of a state-owned hotel, and you can take over just by saying that you can take over?"

"Your Aunt Xu is right. If you want craftsmanship or no skills, you have no popularity. Even if you take over my job, you won't be able to work for a long time."

When An Jianguo heard Xu Yaping's name, he wanted to be furious.

But he still held back because what he said was indeed reasonable.

A chef is no different than anything else. Although he can enter a state-owned hotel to be a chef, he must have a relationship, but his skills cannot be too bad.

An Jianguo lowered his head and quietly looked at his hands.

As a temporary worker for three years, he only learned to cut vegetables.

Seeing An Jianguo like this, Annie knew that the temperature was almost done, so she turned back to the cutting board and picked up the kitchen knife.

Crack ~

A slight sound of cutting vegetables sounded.

The knife rises and falls, the movements are quick and rhythmic.

After a few minutes, a pile of thin filaments of similar lengths and uniform thickness appeared on the cutting board.

An Jianguo knew that his father had good skills, but he had never seen his father show cutting.

Because my dad is the chef, he has apprentices when washing vegetables, cutting vegetables and even side dishes. The temporary worker helps, and he just needs to swing a large spoon.

An Jianguo suddenly rushed to the cutting board and stared at him with wide eyes.

He even pinched a cucumber shred with his fingers. It was so thin. Compared with the thin strips cut by his father, An Jianguo cut them into pieces.

And, An Jianguo cut more potato shreds, carrots and other things, which are easier to cut than cucumbers.

Even with shredded potatoes, An Jianguo had never cut such thin silk.

It's fine, it's fine, but the key is all the same, it's like cutting it out with a machine.

This is amazing knife skills!

An Jianguo was convinced orally.

Anne sighed with a hint of nostalgia, "It was also in this small courtyard that I have practiced knife skills for three years."

She lit aside with her chin, "Your Majesty was sitting there drinking tea at that time. If I didn't cut it well, the smoke pot in your Majesty's hand would be smoked."

Annie did not exaggerate, and An Dafu's basic skills were indeed practiced hard.

Grandpa An was also very strict with him back then.

Cut vegetables all day long, cut all kinds of ingredients, and soak them in water all day long. An Daefu's hands are red and wrinkled.

When he started studying, he was young and couldn't hold the knife and was often cut into his hands.

That old saying goes well: If you want to be noble in front of others, you have to suffer behind your back.

Anda Fu is now the boss of the kitchen of the largest state-owned hotel in the provincial capital, which is also the result of years of hard work!

"Grandpa, he--" An Jianguo looked a little hesitant, because in his impression, grandpa was just a fat old man who was happy all day long.

He sat in his grandfather's arms and reached out to pull his grandfather's beard. His grandfather was so painful that he sucked the air conditioner and was not angry.

He also squeezed and laughed, praising him for being strong.

Will such a loving grandfather be as harsh or even harsh as his father said?

"Hmph, the old man is just partial and treats you, the eldest grandson, as his eyeball, and I picked it up on the street."

Annie deliberately looked angry, "I'm obviously his own son, but in the end, all his good things were left to me!"

An Jianguo:...

Well, this sounds familiar.

It seems that he often says that the reason why he says this is more jealous of Chang Qinghua because he feels indignant for his father's partiality and unfairness.

Now, my dad actually said the same thing.

Is that dad is jealous of him, An Jianguo?

Thinking of this possibility, An Jianguo felt inexplicably refreshed.

He was envied by his father?

As for the "good thing" mentioned by his father, An Jianguo's eyes flashed.

That's right, he didn't deliberately hide it. Grandpa said that it was the money left to him and his younger brothers and sisters to start a family and start a business.

Grandpa also specifically reminded anyone not to tell him except for the three brothers and sisters.

In the eyes of An Jianguo and the other two, the father, who is comparable to the stepfather, is also within the scope of "anyone"!

"...I cut vegetables for three years and turned spoons for three years. I was exhausted every day and I couldn't get any praise from your grandfather."

"What about you kid? You can't cut vegetables. You don't have any knife skills at all. The fried vegetables are even more messy, but your master treats you as a treasure."

"Hmph, when I see you, I'm angry!"

"Okay, your grandparents are gone, no one will support you anymore. I see how you kid is still making trouble!"

An Jianguo:...

So, my dad disliked him over the years, not because he was biased towards Chang Qinghua, but because he was jealous of him and even wanted to take revenge?

Very, so childish!

An Jianguo was speechless for some reason, but for some reason, he suddenly felt that his father was not that hateful, and even a little cute.

The relationship between father and son, which was originally broken into pieces, has also gradually begun to be restored.

"In the future, don't go to work anymore. Practice basic skills for me at home!"

"I will teach you personally. Don't be like when you were a child. You fish for three days and have two days of drying the net. I'm not your grandfather, but I won't spoil you!"

"If you don't have a job, you won't have a salary? Humph, a temporary worker will have less than one hundred yuan a month. I'll give you 100 yuan a month. Is it enough?!"
Chapter completed!