A delicious breakfast is the perfect start to the day.

Having eaten and drank enough, Chi Jiajia was full of energy throughout the day, and her efficiency was so high that even the team leader raised eyebrows:

Is this girl drinking Red Bull?

As soon as it was time to get off work, Chi Jiajia couldn't wait to pack her backpack and run out.

At this time, her long-dormant gourmet genes had been mobilized crazily. While reminiscing about the shredded carrot cake in the morning, she was thinking about what surprises there would be in the evening.

But then again, have you seen that boss somewhere?

It feels vaguely familiar.

Before entering the store, Chi Jiajia was hit by the complex aroma that hit her face. After taking a deep breath, she exclaimed with emotion: "What a wonderful meat smell!"

The sky was a bit gloomy, the air was humid and sticky, and it seemed like it would rain at any time.

Cooking meat dishes in this kind of weather is definitely a challenge, because for office workers who are tired after a long day, the unique greasiness of meat can greatly affect their appetite.

But now, Chi Jiajia feels like she can swallow half a pig.

After entering the door, I found that there were already two tables of guests inside. One was the landlord Aunt Zhao, and the other was a large table of six people sitting with five high school students in sportswear. They were showing off their teeth and claws to tease the beautiful little girl they saw in the morning.

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The dark-skinned boy weighed the basketball in his right hand and suddenly threw it up gently. The basketball obediently landed on the tip of his index finger and started spinning.

He pushed hard with his left hand and the basketball spun faster.

The little girl screamed, her big black grape-like eyes filled with wonder.

The dark-skinned boy gestured for her to hold out his finger.

The little girl did as she was told, and her tender and short index finger looked like peeled asparagus, glowing under the light.

The dark-skinned boy brought the basketball closer and couldn't help but laugh.

The size of the basketball is in stark contrast to her fingers, like a toothpick under a huge pill...

The basketball stopped on the little girl's fingertips for about half a second, and then rolled away.

"Oops..." She sighed regretfully.

Don’t let Qiuqiu go!

Everyone laughed.

The dark-skinned boy bent down and picked up the basketball, then put it on his finger and swung it around. His expression became more and more proud, and he leaned over and sent the ball to the little girl, "How about it, brother is good, isn't he?"

The little girl nodded, but after looking back at the shop owner, she immediately changed her words firmly: "Uncle is the best."

Everyone burst into laughter.

The fair-skinned young man who came with him smiled and said, "Lao Ji, forget it now!"

Aunt Zhao was stunned, "What's your name?"

It was fine if I didn't ask, but when I asked, the faces of those young men suddenly became strange.

The basketball boy's face was faintly red, and he looked very embarrassed.

"Ahem, what, my surname is Ji?"

Chi Jiajia found a seat and sat down, when her boss rarely interjected, "Is it the Ji named after the ancient surname Ji Chang Ji?"

The dark-skinned boy nodded fiercely, vaguely proud.

Chi Jiajia thought that was great. What a rare surname. It sounded inexplicably noble.

However, his companion suddenly laughed and said: "Boss, please ask him what his name is, hahaha!"

Liao Chu vaguely understood.

It's probably because the name doesn't match the surname and the gap is too big, so I feel ashamed to speak out.

Before the boy surnamed Ji could stop his companion, he heard someone shout, "Hahahahaha Ji Peng!"

Teenagers in basketball uniforms laughed wildly.

Chicken shed?!

At this time, even Chi Jiajia, who had just entered the door, couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.

The store quickly filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Guoguo is still young and doesn't understand what the chicken coop means.

But everyone was laughing. The little guy looked at this and that, and started to laugh silly.

Ji Peng blushed and explained: "It's the Peng with the bird, the Peng with the big Peng spreading its wings..."

However, it doesn't help.

He beat his thigh angrily, expressing his grief and anger:

"So feudal superstition kills people! When my mother was pregnant, she went back to her hometown to visit relatives. She met a fortune teller who said that the child would be as powerful as a roc in the future..."

The companion winked and said: "Young man, I think you have the power of a roc to spread its wings, so why not call me Ji Shi..."

Ji Peng was angry and beat him violently.

After everyone had laughed enough, Chi Jiajia had time to ask: "Boss, are there any more shredded radish cakes?"

Liao Chu shook his head, "That's breakfast, it's gone."

Practice has proven that the distance between diners does not affect the collection of satisfaction points.

Chi Jiajia couldn't help but beat her chest and feet.

Ji Peng was shocked, "Boss, your store actually sells breakfast!"

Liao Chu nodded and pointed upstairs, "I will live upstairs for the time being, so if nothing unexpected happens, I will cook three meals a day."

Ji Peng turned to look at Chi Jiajia, "Sister, is the shredded radish cake delicious?"

Chi Jiajia kept her secret, "Guess."

A group of teenagers suddenly started yelling.

People often realize how precious their student years are only after they enter society. Looking at these younger brothers, Chi Jiajia felt that she suddenly became young.

"Boss, what are you having for dinner tonight? Is it braised pork?"

Liao Chu took out a few pieces of dough from the basin on the side and stretched it out quickly, "Strictly speaking, it is roast pork, which comes from Shandong cuisine. I added a little bit of my own recipe. You can eat it alone with wine, or you can pair it with noodles and rice."

, or make steamed buns.”

While he was talking, a chubby ball of dough was rapidly deforming on his fingertips. After being folded and stretched several times, it became long and strong noodles.

Liao Chu flicked his wrist, and the excess flour fell down like snowflakes.

With another shake, the noodles plopped into the boiling water pot next to them, tumbling and dancing like dragons in the white water.

"Noodles or steamed buns? Both are delicious." He asked Chi Jiajia.

In the past few days, he mainly wanted to test the tastes of diners in this area, so he also made another pot of slightly harder noodles so that he could bake white flour buns in a clay oven.

Chi Jiajia held her head in pain, "Ah, ah, I have difficulty choosing. Kill me."

"Satisfaction value minus 1".

Liao Chuyi froze, can this damn thing be reduced?

"A good chef should have meticulous observation skills. Please don't artificially create distress for diners."

A voice that only he could hear calmly reminded him.

Shouldn't we be warned in advance about this kind of thing?

The other party immediately replied, "Isn't this kind of thing the basic quality of a mature chef?"

Liao Chu: "..."

Are you the reincarnation of Gang Jin?

Chi Jiajia turned to look at the high school students, "What are you eating?"

When adults are indecisive, they often habitually ask the people around them for help, but usually there is no result.

Ji Peng sneered and said, "Hey, what choices do adults make? Of course they all do it!"

I am now sixteen!

Chi Jiajia took a breath and showed envy in her eyes.

It’s great to be young!

People over twenty-five are prone to gain weight, especially at night, so you must be careful.

"Then I want steamed buns, no, no, no, noodles!"

On a hot day, it's best to eat the soup with water to make you sweat, and then go back and take a shower.

Sweating can also beautify your skin, hehe.
To be continued...