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Chapter 2460 Marshal Ma Calls
While Fan Debiao was preparing ingredients in the kitchen, his mind was wandering for a while, thinking about what he should do in the future.

The task issued by the system is "Brother Biao must return home in glory", so this world can't be too indifferent!
But it’s worth thinking about what to do.

In the Northeast, especially in small cities, there is a saying that if you do business and don't make money, no one will pay attention to you. But if you make money, come and get the monsters. It's not easy to accomplish something, but there are a lot of people who will do bad things to you.

Just as my brain was wandering, there was a sudden noisy sound outside.

Soon the footsteps were getting closer.

"Here comes Hu'er!" Third Aunt, who was peeling onions, raised her head, but you could see that the expression on her face was a little unnatural, because she was right at the kitchen door and could hear what was happening in front.
"Third Auntie...ah, this little Ping'er got so angry when I told her I was just joking!"

"Next~" the second chef said as he burped, and suddenly the air in the kitchen was filled with the smell of alcohol.

"Brother Fan...you guys go ahead and do it. I didn't sleep well last night. Find a place to rest for a while. Don't worry about me!"

Fan Debiao also frowned slightly. The man in front of him, who looked a little drunk, was probably in his 30s, with greasy hair and powdered face, and looked somewhat wretched. He was a few years younger than himself but had a much bigger belly. It was obvious that he drank a lot last night and was still drunk.

Although the distance was a bit far, I could still hear it. This guy was kissing the two waitresses in front of him, which made Xiaoping, the daughter of my third aunt, pout.

"Eh~" I felt something was not quite right.

As far as I can remember... this guy is always rude to me, his chef, but he has never been so blatant. Did he take the wrong medicine today?
Good fellow, although Guiying, the boss, went out for something, no one knew what happened in the store.
You, the second chef...how come you are so brave!

Something's wrong!

There's definitely something wrong.

It was time for lunch, and Hu Yong, the second chef, finally sobered up and walked into the kitchen with a look of indifference.

He said in a fake tone: "Brother Fan, is there any work to be done?"

"No more~" If it were the original self, he would probably have made some sarcastic remarks at that time to show off his authority as the executive chef.

But now that Fan Debiao has realized that something is wrong, he doesn't care too much about this matter. It doesn't matter if he does more or less work. This bastard is definitely plotting something behind his back.

Zhao Yutian, the young apprentice who was peeling garlic, looked at this and that, then quickly shrank his head to reduce his presence.

"Aunt San, it's almost time for dinner and we have to get busy. I'm going to the bathroom first!" Fan Debiao said as he took off his apron.

Watching De Biao leave.

As a "good person", the third aunt smiled and said, "Xiao Hu, you came too late today. De Biao has almost finished the work!"

"You have to come earlier next time!"

Hu Yong's face dropped instantly, and he started to overthink it.

"What do you mean?"

"Who else has something to do?"

"The boss hasn't said anything, why is he meddling in other people's business?"

Seeing Hu Yan cursing, Third Aunt smiled without saying a word and continued to do her own thing.

There were only 4 people in the small kitchen. At that time, there were no WeChat groups or QQ groups, otherwise at least 8 groups would have been set up.

The restaurant is so small. Fan Debiao just walked to the kitchen door. Hearing his third aunt fanning the flames, he couldn't help but shake his head. Was she planning to use him as a gun?
After entering, just act as if nothing happened.

Even if Hu Yong took the initiative to provoke him, he would give in again and again, just to see what this guy was up to.

Isn’t there a good saying about middle school students?

It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge!

It was time for lunch. As there was a cargo yard opposite the Guiying Hotel and two construction sites were also underway, people started to come in one after another. After all, the ordinary workers ate in the cafeteria, while some middle-level managers and technicians were proud of their status and would usually go out to eat at noon and in the evening.

"De Biao, table 2 has braised pork with three fresh ingredients and a dish of braised razorfish with cabbage. The cold dishes have just been served!"

"Hmm~"

Fan De Biao's ladle was about to emit sparks. The job of a chef is not something that everyone can do. Although the salary of over a thousand yuan was not a small amount in 2000, it was indeed hard work.

Three Fresh Vegetables and Stir-fried Pork Slices are both famous dishes from Northeast China. Usually they are fried in advance and then fried in the prepared sauce. They can be served in just a few minutes.

It just takes a little longer to cook the knife fish and cabbage.

There are no overly complicated dishes, but the main thing is quantity.

Lunch time passed quickly. Fan Debiao sat on a chair, drinking tea absentmindedly, thinking about talking to the boss's wife Guiying about resigning. A dog wouldn't even want to be a chef. He had to resign even if it meant missing out on meeting Mr. Wu.

In just such a short afternoon, I felt like my wrists were no longer my own. Expecting to return home in glory as a chef is no better than dreaming.

But I can't just leave when I ask for resignation. The boss Guiying is quite kind and realistic. At least she has to wait until they find a chef. And this second chef...

Thinking of this, Fan Debiao glanced at him.

There must be something wrong with this guy.

No matter what, I have to solve this problem before leaving.

"De Biao!" Guiying lifted the kitchen curtain and walked over, her smile almost unable to be concealed.

"Someone's coming up, show us your best skills, this time there's a big crowd, a few young people ordered more than 10 dishes in the private room!"

“This is the menu~”

Fan Debiao took the menu and looked at it. You could tell that the boss was very happy. There were more than 10 main dishes without a single vegetarian item. Even the few cold dishes were pig ears and pig heads.

It's not common to see customers ordering so many dishes.

No need to say, just get busy!

Small cities are different from big cities. After seven or eight o'clock, not many people come to eat, and the two tables left drinking there don't order any more dishes.

"sister!"

"Thank you for your hard work, Debiao!" Guiying, who was counting the accounts, was very enthusiastic. It seemed that she had sold a lot today.

“I guess these two tables are almost done!”

"You should go back early too!"

Fan Debiao had already walked to the door. Guiying suddenly looked up and remembered something.

"Wait a minute Debiao!"

"What's wrong? Sister!"

"By the way, Debiao, Xiaoping received a call around 5 o'clock, but I was too busy to remember it. It seemed to be your brother-in-law who called. I wonder if there was anything urgent!"

"Why don't you give him a reply here?"

Brother-in-law?

Marshal Ma!
What could he be calling about?

So Fan Debiao shook his head: "Other than that, it's probably nothing serious!"

After saying that, he opened the door and left, then rode his No. 28 bike at the door and went home.

"Beep, beep, beep!" I could hear the pager on my waist beeping on the road, but I ignored it and continued riding forward in the dark.

I didn't take it out to look at it until I got home.

Fan der Biao was happy.

Because it was sent by Marshal Ma.

[Call back quickly if it’s urgent, brother-in-law]

At the same time, in Majiabuzi Village, dozens of miles away.

Not everyone has a telephone, at least not the poor Ma family.

He had raised his daughter Xiao Cui'er so poor that he didn't have any spare money to install a phone. He would always give the few cents he had in his pocket to the widow.

So Marshal Ma always asked the neighbor's kids next door to come and inform him immediately if De Biao called. The reason he didn't wait at other people's homes was because he had his own little thoughts.

At this time, Marshal Ma, who had an old face like a shoe horn, was showing a smile that was uglier than crying. He was rubbing his hands and looking at the woman in front of him nervously.

"Yufen, don't be so anxious~"

To be continued...

(End of this chapter)