After lunch, Jian Heng took a short look. He got up and found that there was no one around. Not only was there no one, but even the guys like Winnie didn't know where to go.

I got up and washed my face, and went to the door of my mother's room and knocked twice, calling me twice. I saw that the door was not closed and gently pushed open the door. Seeing that the old lady was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, I left the room with slight hands.

I walked to my sister's door and was about to knock on the door and it was open, so I called out to my sister, pushed open the door and saw that the bedding inside was neat and obviously Jian An'an was not in the room.

After leaving the door, I called Black Bean to the stable and prepared to ride on it for a walk. Who knew that before I could run a few steps, I saw that there seemed to be someone in the restaurant, and it seemed quite lively.

Holding a curious heart, Jian Heng urged Hei Dou to walk over. The windows in the restaurant were very large. Even if he stood outside, Jian Heng, who was riding on the horse, could see the situation inside clearly.

A master in his forties seemed to be showing his knife skills. An iron kitchen knife with a normal size but almost twice the thickness of the knife back was so swift in his hands.

The knife was beautiful in the chef's hand, as beautiful as a living elf. Now it was dancing gently on the chopping board. As it danced, a thousand pieces turned into thin silk, which seemed to be casual and well-trained. The chef's rough hand grabbed and raised it, and the dried silk fell into the pot. The moment it fell into the pot, the cook's other hand also reached into the pot and stirred for less than three seconds, and the dried silk was picked up.

Jian Heng felt that in the hands of this chef, cooking seemed to be not just cooking, but became an art. Every movement of the chef seemed to have an inexplicable beauty, not the beauty of dancing, but the beauty of life without any processing.

Jian Heng felt that it was beautiful. Most of the stupid foreigners in a restaurant could not be discounted!

To be honest, Jian Heng has been abroad for a few years and has already understood that all parts of the world have their own favorite flavors. It seems a bit superficial to say that Chinese food is the best in the world. But when it comes to chefs, Jian Heng really thinks that foreign chefs are far from being the opponent of Chinese food chefs in terms of how to cut vegetables.

"good!"

At this moment, a burst of warm applause broke out among the people who came to join in the restaurant.

Jian Heng saw that watching the fun in this place was a bit of a problem, so he got off the horse and walked into the restaurant, preparing to find a good location close to the place to see more clearly.

After entering the restaurant, Jian Heng realized that his idea was a bit too unrealistic, because even if there were people standing on the dining table at this time, there was no room for Jian Heng. Moreover, Jian Heng had been in for five minutes, but no one turned to see Jian Heng. He was always impressed by the chef's magical swordsmanship.

There was really no way, so Jian Heng had to go back outside, take black beans as a tiptoe, and continue to watch the chef's performance outside in the cold air.

"Why are you here to join in the fun?"

Jian Heng heard someone talking to him and turned his head to see Zhao Changshan standing beside him on his newly changed Rockywood horse mount.

“The new chef has good skills?”

As he said that, Jane Heng whispered at the chef who was performing in the restaurant.

Zhao Changshan looked at the restaurant and replied: "It's not just good. This is a master of the national player in the vegetarian banquet. The vegetarian banquet he made before is famous. If you want to have a meal of him, you have to book at least one week in advance."

"Hey, why did he come here with you so awesome?" Jian Heng asked.

Zhao Changshan said, "Give money! If you give enough money, you still have talents that you can't buy? Besides, he has been in the temple for decades and has seen a lot of bad things. He wants to find a regular BLR to work until he retires. After we leave, the Zhongjia Hanyi will go to his grandson. Isn't our best choice?"

Jian Heng hasn't understood why the old man didn't open a store by himself.

Zhao Changshan glanced at Jian Heng's face and said, "If you don't understand the chef industry, it's easy to find a next-tier company with craftsmanship like him, but if you really come out to work alone, you will need more than just craftsmanship. Of course, there is absolutely no problem when you open a roadside store, but can this roadside store earn your previous salary? That's definitely not possible. If you open a store yourself and don't have the connections to support your original income, then he will have to come out to work again in the end."

Jian Heng understood and replied to Zhao Changshan: "Isn't it just an example of platform and success? What's so mysterious about it!"

This topic is still very hot. Nowadays, some people in society have the success of the platform. It is not because of their great ability. It is because they are on a good platform. They succeed because they have a good platform. Once they leave a platform, the so-called successful person will no longer exist.

"It's not mysterious, I'm just talking about the matter," said Zhao Changshan.

"Isn't it a lot of money?"

"Worth it!" Zhao Changshan's answer was short and powerful.

“It’s too much!”

Jian Heng looked at it for a while and felt that this chef loved to show off.

Zhao Changshan said: "I suggested that he do this. If he comes in the ordinary place, how can he live in this group of people? Now let him show up and show off, so that these people can know that the new vegetarian chef is a very good person. In the future, there is no need to launch a new meat-flavored dish, and these people will yell. I understand why there are other vegetarians in this world besides monks and Taoists? Isn't it good to eat anything? The so-called life is not necessary. Do they don't understand the truth? "Hey, why are you doing?"

Before Zhao Changshan could finish his words, he saw Jian Heng turn his head and pose for a stance to leave, so he opened his mouth and wanted to stop Jian Heng.

Jian Heng did not stop and answered while walking: "I'm not interested in listening to your complaints. I might as well run for a while if I have this time."

Zhao Changshan looked at Jian Heng's back and sighed, and then urged the horse, but the direction he was going was exactly the opposite of Jian Heng.

After running around, Jian Heng thought about what to eat tonight. When he locked the black beans into the stable, Jian Heng passed by the cattle shed and suddenly heard the cry of sheep coming from the shed.

Anyway, there was nothing wrong, so I walked over and took a look. It didn't matter when I saw it. Jian Heng saw ten new little lambs in the sheep pen.

Jian Heng looked at these little lambs and couldn't stop the saliva in his mouth, and kept drilling outside.

Standing in the sheep pen, Jian Heng looked at the little lamb following the mother sheep, and was about to pick a fat, thin and delicious night-long tooth-bearing ceremony. After about five minutes of searching, a relatively satisfied target appeared in Jian Heng's sight.

The official website reached out to grab it, and the door of the cattle shed was pushed open with a creaking sound. Jian Heng looked up and saw that it was Huang Xiaodong.

It was also strange to see Jian Heng in the cafeteria. He did not come in empty hands, and he was holding a handful of fresh grass in his hand. It seemed that it was cut from the pasture outside, and it was exposed to the snow, and the green grass was turned green for almost a day in the sun.

"Boss, why are you here today?"

Huang Xiaodong asked Jian Heng while putting the grass in his hand into a fence.

Jian Heng said, "Come here to catch a little lamb, and prepare to cook a sheep right away!"

"I advise you to count this!"

Jian Heng didn't understand and asked, "Can anyone stop me from eating my own sheep?"

Huang Xiaodong said: "Ning Ning comes to count it every night, and told everyone not to touch her sheep. You are going to take one out for food. You will not have to make a fuss when she comes back. Anyway, I will definitely not be able to keep the secret. I just ask you how to resist Ning Ning, right?"

Jian Heng immediately smashed his mouth after hearing this. This was indeed a difficult problem. Now the little girl had no regard for him. Now, if she eats this sheep with her, she will probably hate Jian Heng to death.

Thinking about it, Jian Heng said unwillingly: "If you want to see each other, forget it, she can't afford to provoke her."

Huang Xiaodong laughed when he heard this.

At this moment, Jian Heng's phone suddenly rang. When he picked it up, he found that it was Wu Yong who called it.
Chapter completed!