The kitchen is narrow and long, with the appliance area of ​​the freezer oven on one side and the washing and cutting area of ​​the kitchen counter pool on the other side.

Next to the washing and cutting area is an induction cooker used to make some simple meals, such as pasta. It is sold as a commodity to customers and as a basic benefit to employees.

Xia Qiu pushed the door open and Yiyue and the kitchen helper turned to look at him.

"I'll help." Xia Qiu said.

"What can you do? Go to the lounge and wait." Yi Yue said with a smile.

Seeing that Xia Qiu had no daughter behind her, she knew that the girl didn't want to work. She sighed in her heart, can this little lazy daughter really tie Qiu Qiu's heart?

Only her mother can help.

When the two of them have children, she will be a nanny and grandma.

"Why can't I help? Try it with me." Xia Qiu looked at another woman in the kitchen. This woman didn't know him, and she couldn't judge the situation, so she was still staying in the kitchen.

"Then you make lunch, I haven't eaten it yet." Yi Yue deliberately made things difficult for Xia Qiu.

Xia Qiu, who was well taken care of by her, had never done any housework except for occasionally washing dishes, so she could not make any lunch.

What she didn't expect was that Xia Qiu actually opened the refrigerator, squeezed out the kitchen helper, skillfully cooked noodles, drank noodles, poured oil, cut garlic and onion, added minced beef and tomato sauce, arranged a plate, and added cheese crumbs to make a perfectly-looking pasta.

Although she had never made pasta, she had seen the employees make it many times and unconsciously remembered the steps in her heart. She could not see any omissions when compared with the programs in her memory.

After rushing to finish the Bafil in his hand, Yi Yue came to the kitchen counter.

Xia Qiu held the plate and rolled a fork into her mouth. She patted the boy's hand, took the fork and put it into her mouth.

Before opening, when deciding on the taste of the meal, Yiyue ate a lot of pasta of various flavors, and she is definitely qualified to review it.

The evaluation is perfect.

"How could you do this?" Yi Yue looked at Xia Qiu in surprise.

"I have read the method online and I can do it, it's very simple." Xia Qiu said.

Of course this is not the case. The simpler the meal, the more difficult it is to make outstandingly. Xia Qiu uses pawn cooking skills, and the owner of the cooking skills is a very famous foreigner.

Xia Qiu's explanation is to say that it is for orthodox dim sum chefs and chefs to listen to, because they know clearly that beginners may be able to make meals without training, but they will definitely not be able to make meals perfectly.

Yi Yue is not orthodox. She can suddenly know her dim sum skills, and she can put her own attention. Since she can master the way to make pasta at once, it is completely acceptable for Xia Qiu to master the way to make pasta at once.

"Let's go." She held the pasta and was unwilling to put down the lunch that Xia Qiu made for her for the first time, and asked Xia Qiu to get Parfil.

When he arrived at the lounge, Yi Yiyi cheered happily.

During the break from eating Parfait, she approached her mother and took a bite of pasta.

The little sourness of the pasta made the girl frown, and she didn't like it very much.

Xia Qiu fed Yi Yiyi for a while, and then Yi Yiyi for a while. She gave the rest of the Paffy to her sister, got up and said she would go to the store to take a look.

It was the time when there were the most guests at noon. The bells behind the door rang again and again, and the guests came in waves.

Fortunately, most of the customers just come to buy some cakes and don’t dine in, otherwise this big shop would not be able to sit in at all.

He planned to ask Xi Siliu about the situation in the store recently, but he didn't expect to see Wen Nairong on the dining table facing the counter.

In Xi Siliu's depressed gaze, he sat in front of the little secretary.

"Why are you here?" he asked leaning against the back of the chair.

"The boss is here to inspect, can I not come, my secretary?" The girl poked a regular stump cake to eat, and half of the cake was left.

According to Xia Qiu's personality, it was time to take the fork on the girl's hand and eat the girl's cake to bully her. But there were so many people here. Yi Yue and Yi Yiyi in the lounge might push the door out the next second.

If it is not necessary, Xia Qiu does not want to use pawning ability in this situation.

Wen Nairong's fingers tightly pinched the handle of the fork and relaxed. If Xia Qiu had just come to grab the fork, she would definitely not be able to take it away in the first time.

However, Xia Qiu had no intention of robbing. She knew Xia Qiu would not rob because Yi Yue and Yi Yiyi were there.

She was a little disappointed and a little frustrated.

It’s like a toy that has always been favored by little boys. I found that the boy never touched himself when he was with a girl.

The boy's idea was obvious, "I'm afraid she's jealous."

The more depressed he was, the more he wanted to hide. Wen Nairong remained silent and continued to eat the tasteless cake in front of her.

Xia Qiu discovered something interesting at this moment and did not pay attention to the girl's emotions.

During the time he sat down, two guests, one man and one woman, packed dozens of cakes at once.

"What's going on with that person?" Xia Qiu pointed at the woman who had not left and asked Wen Nairong.

"The company purchases afternoon tea." Wen Nairong deliberately only talks about superficial information.

Xia Qiu thought for a while and asked, "When did it start?"

Wen Nairong muttered in her heart. If you ask you to deal with the club affairs, you will say that you are troublesome and don’t want to think about it. When it comes to that woman’s affairs, you will think quickly.

"It started now," she replied.

Xia Qiu touched his chin. It was obvious that these people were interested in trying to please the cafe.

The question is, how do you know that the cafe cannot be messed with by these small companies that only have dozens of small cakes to make afternoon tea?

After thinking about it for a moment, Xia Qiu understood.

It must have been arranged by the thoughtful and thoughtful secretary.

It is easy for the King of Hell to hide, but it is difficult for the little ghost to deal with. It is not enough to reveal the background in front of those large groups, and these small groups must also be carefully prevented.

The little secretary's intimidation is very effective. These scared small groups even regard buying cakes as a protection fee.

"Let them stop ordering." Xia Qiu said.

What should I do if I have too many orders and I am so tired of it?

Wen Nairong clearly knows the logic and warmth behind Xia Qiu's words.

She inserted the sharp, sharp and cold fork into the stump cake and stirred it hard, and the cake broke into pieces.

Don’t you have much work in the club? Why don’t you reduce my workload?

The deadly advice of the stump cake made Xia Qiu finally turn his attention back to the little secretary.

Many young people, poisoned by third-rate love novels, think that the moment when they best show their love and prove that they are loved is the moment when the other party is angry and chest-suffering.

They are proud and happy about it, and call each other's sadness in this situation the sadness of love.

Sorrow is sadness, there is no saying of love.

Although occasional sadness and happiness are like a condition of love, this does not mean that the inappropriate joy should be given at this moment, and it should not be pursued.

Xia Qiu looked around. There was no movement in the lounge door and the dining table was blocked. No one could see Xi Siliu in front of the counter.
Chapter completed!