Quick Transmigration: After becoming beautiful, I am numb

Chapter 212 Eating melons in Chronicle (24)

"Waiter! Is our braised pork done?"

Lu Xinhua suddenly stood up and shouted at the waiter at the counter.

"Why are you shouting? Didn't you see so many people in the restaurant? They all ordered and waited here."

The waiter replied angrily.

She didn't say the answer, but the answer was obvious—it hasn't been done yet!
Lu Xinhua was not quite used to it: what kind of attitude is she, a waiter, actually more rude than a customer like me?
Seeing that Lu Xinhua's expression was not quite right, Liu Dawei was afraid that he would start a fight with the waiter again, so he quickly grabbed his arm, "Huazi, don't worry! We did come late!"

Seeing Liu Dawei being so upbeat, the waiter was both satisfied and proud.

That's right, this is the person who knows the rules.

It's not like this stupid big man, looking at the bushy eyebrows and big eyes, tall and tall, but he is stupid.

Also, what kind of eyes did he look at himself?
Now it's not the old society, she's a waiter, not a low-key mistress or a buddy.

The waiter had already made up his mind that even if the previous customer had finished the dishes, he would not cook them for this person.

Just such an ignorant fool, still want to eat braised pork?

Just wait and go!

Only then did Lu Xinhua realize that this era is different from the future generations he lived in.

Waiters are also iron rice bowls, and because of lack of material, they work in places with relatively more oil and water, which is better than ordinary workers.

For a while, restaurants would post signs like this: Don't beat customers without reason!
Lu Xinhua: ...

He should be grateful that he didn't meet a person with a bad temper and strong hands-on skills.

otherwise--

However, Lu Xinhua also knows the evil of human nature.

In later generations, in such an era that pays attention to service attitude, don't easily offend the waiters in the restaurant.

Because, you don't know what "ingredients" the waiter added to your dish during the process of serving you!
People in this era may not be so humble, but they can clearly "wear small shoes" for you.

For example, it is to serve you the last one.

For another example, let you wait for more than an hour, and you are almost hungry, and then tell you: there is no food, no meat, and the master is off work!
Lu Xinhua was very smart and accurately caught the pride in the corners of the waiter's eyes and mouth. He knew that today's braised pork meal would be too much for him to eat.

However, just right!
He just stood up and asked for a certain purpose.

But having a conflict with the waiter made his behavior look more reasonable.

Liu Dawei on the side was still persuading, "The chef on the stove is also busy, so let's wait."

When Lu Xinhua heard this, he took over the conversation, "What are you busy with? Isn't there anyone free here?"

He pointed to Meng Yao, who was wearing an apron and sleeves, and was serving food, "Little master, are you the back chef? Can you cook?"

Meng Yao nodded, "Yes!"

She is so good at it.

It's a pity that everyone in the restaurant ostracizes her, and she can't even touch the edge of the stove.

I want to go home and do it myself, but the materials in this era are too scarce.

Meng Yao got the money and tickets back from Yu Xingwang, but these days it's not like you can buy things with money and tickets.

Of course, you can go to the black market.

But, the black market is wrong, Meng Yao is still very disciplined in her bones.

... It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice.

Meng Yaokong had a lot of cooking skills, but he had no chance to show them off.

At this moment, a customer suddenly named her by name because she was arguing with the waiter. Can she take the opportunity to show off?
"Okay! Then let this little master do it!"

Lu Xinhua was arrogant.

The waiter was taken aback for a moment, then sneered, "Who do you think you are? You just order food, but you want to order a chef?"

"Also, Meng Yao is just an apprentice and has not yet graduated. According to regulations, she cannot cook for customers!"

"Out of the restaurant, you can do whatever you want! But in the restaurant, you must abide by the hotel's rules!"

Lu Xinhua: ...

The surrounding customers also echoed, "Yes, yes! It's dinner time, there are many people, and if you need to wait, then just wait."

"The young man is young and energetic, and he can't bear the slightest grievance."

"Oh, this is not the old society anymore. You can do whatever you want with just two dollars. You still order chefs? Haha, why don't you order church meetings?"

Everyone laughed out loud.

Lu Xinhua's face instantly turned red.

Liu Dawei was also terribly ashamed. While pulling Lu Xinhua hard, he nodded and bowed to the people around him with an apologetic smile.

The look of hope that had just appeared in Meng Yao's eyes was annihilated in an instant.

Biting his lip, he left the lobby with the tray in his hand.

However, even though she failed to fulfill her wish of cooking, Meng Yao still had an impression of Lu Xinhua who was willing to give her a chance.

Although this person is a bit impulsive, he is kind, upright, and has the heart of a child.

……

Gu Qingcheng started her official work day.

Every morning, she would take Qiao Qiao to Yuhong Class.

After dropping off the child, she went to the handling class to report.

Roll roll was made, and after confirming that there was no work for me today, I slipped to the workshop to learn techniques from Fang Yao Middle School.

On this day, as soon as Gu Qingcheng came to the workshop, he found that the atmosphere was not right.

"How could it not meet the requirements?"

"That's right! We processed this with that set of equipment!"

"That set of equipment is the most advanced, how could it go wrong?"

Several master craftsmen from the machinery factory surrounded two or three people in military uniforms, talking non-stop.

"We don't know what equipment is not, we only know that this set of precision parts is unqualified!"

The person who spoke was a man in his forties, about 1.8 meters tall, with a slightly dark face and a strong body.

Mainly because of the extremely sharp eyes.

It seemed that he could feel his aura even from afar.

This should be someone who has been on the battlefield and seen blood.

This kind of soldier is the most direct, and he can't do the trick of euphemism.

Failure is failure.

Fang Yaozhong stood aside, not in a hurry to speak.

Seeing that the atmosphere was tense, he smiled and said, "Let me just say, machines are not omnipotent!"

When it comes to fine work, we still have to rely on their experienced and skilled masters.

As the only eighth-level fitter in the machinery factory, Fang Yaozhong dared to pat his chest and say: My hands are stronger than machines.

"Bring it to me to have a look! It should be some size difference!"

Fang Yaozhong was confident, and reached out to take a certain part.

His hands are rough, but very delicate.

The calloused fingertips gently groped for the parts, measuring the dimensions bit by bit.

Then, he looked at the drawings and the related size requirements.

The smug look on his face suddenly receded - there was no deviation in size!
It is completely made according to the requirements of the drawings.

This result is actually contrary to Fang Yaozhong's "thinking".

However, Fang Yaozhong is a technical talent who seeks truth from facts.

One is one, two is two.

Qualified means qualified, unqualified means unqualified.

He will not deliberately lie for his own selfishness.

Fang Yaozhong raised his head and looked at the black-faced soldier, "The size is correct! It was processed according to your drawings!"

Even if there is a mistake, the drawing should be wrong.

After hearing Fang Yaozhong's words, the leaders of the machinery factory gained confidence.

Director Feng couldn't help muttering even more, "I'll just say, this set of equipment must be fine!"

"The most advanced equipment and the processed parts are naturally the most precise."

The soldier with a tanned face was unmoved, "Liugong in our factory said that he is unqualified! Because it can't be used!"

Size is a standard, but as a component, whether it can be used or not is the only standard.

The leader of the machinery factory: ... Is this a little unreasonable?
We produced according to your drawings, and the dimensions were exactly the same, but you insisted that it was "unqualified"?
"Master Fang, can I have a look?"

Gu Qingcheng squeezed to Fang Yaozhong and asked in a low voice.

If it were any other apprentice, Fang Yaozhong would have reprimanded him: You are an apprentice and have not yet passed the first-level worker exam, why are you joining in the fun?
However, the person who squeezed over was Gu Qingcheng——

Taking a deep breath, Fang Yaozhong didn't vent his anger, but he didn't look good either.

Without saying a word, he directly threw the parts to Gu Qingcheng.

Gu Qingcheng caught it steadily, and then began to gently rub it with her slender and tender fingertips.

She has the skill of level nine fitter given by the system, which is a skill that only exists in legends.

To put it a bit exaggerated, Gu Qingcheng's hands could even feel the life of steel.

"It is true that there is a deviation in size! But it is very subtle."

Gu Qingcheng rubbed it for a while and said confidently and firmly.

As soon as the words came out, everyone present looked at her——

Leaders: Who is this?When did a big belly fitter come to our factory?

Black-faced soldier: This lesbian looks so good-looking and looks weak and weak. She really doesn't look like a master fitter.

Although Gu Qingcheng's words are in line with his own interests.

However, the black-faced soldiers still instinctively questioned.

The other masters had complicated expressions: This person seems to be Fang Yaozhong's apprentice.

What is this for?
To refute the master in public, and step on the master's head to make a name for himself?

Fang Yaozhong's face turned black immediately, what is Jianguo's daughter-in-law going to do?Deliberately dismantling my desk?
From the bottom of his heart, Fang Yaozhong didn't want an apprentice like Gu Qingcheng, but he owed Qiao Jianguo's life, so he had to do it.

Just teach technology. He can't treat Gu Qingcheng like a normal apprentice.

You can't scold, you can't instigate at will, and you can't hide your secrets——

Ma De and Fang Yaozhong are also respected masters in the machinery factory for their skills.

Have you ever been so aggrieved?
At this moment, Gu Qingcheng's performance completely angered Fang Yaozhong.

He no longer cared about Qiao Jianguo, and sneered, "There is a deviation in size? Who are you? How long have you been learning technology?"

"Master Fang, I'm Gu Xiaoni, a worker in the moving class! I have learned techniques from you for seven days."

Gu Qingcheng didn't seem to hear Fang Yaozhong's irony, but answered seriously.

Fang Yaozhong was even angrier.

The people around laughed out loud.

The workers in the moving class, after studying for a week, ran to the eighth-level fitter to speak nonsense?
PS: Ahem, the "technical" description involved in the article is all due to Du Niang and the stupid author's YY.

(End of this chapter)