Yushanfang

Chapter 6 Six: The Incident
Lin Xiang worked in the restaurant for a few days, and felt more and more that the cook had special feelings for him.

She was lighting a fire in front of the stove, and when she was going to eat at noon, the uncle cook never reminded herself that after she packed up the firewood and the sundries in the kitchen, she often left only leftovers and leftovers. There was no way, she I can only take two steamed buns to chew on.

"Keep the fire down, the guests will be scolded if the dishes are burnt!" The uncle cook wiped the sweat from his forehead, frowning and glaring at Lin Xiang.

Lin Xiang put down the work of choosing vegetables, and hurried to the stove, stooping to pick up some firewood.

Unfortunately, the dishes that Yizhan reached out for that day did not bring her any benefits.Thinking of this, Lin Xiang couldn't help but want to sigh. She originally thought that getting the shopkeeper's eyes would make her life easier, but she didn't expect to offend others.

"How can the dishes be cooked with such a small fire!" The uncle cook stood there and stir-fried the food with one hand, pointing at Lin Xiang and shouting.

Lin Xiang had to squat there with a fan and keep fanning it. It was winter, and within a short while, his forehead was covered with sweat.

"Dinner is ready!" With the shout of the uncle cook, the guys in the restaurant began to gather towards the kitchen.

Lin Xiang was afraid of what happened a few days ago, so he wanted to go to eat earlier, and he didn't want to put down his work when someone said: "Lin Xiang cleaned up the kitchen matches before eating!"

Well, just one sentence made Lin Xiang's straightened waist instantly bend down.

"Gulu Gulu." Lin Xiang felt his stomach growling, and smelling the fragrance of vegetables not far away, he felt more and more hungry.

The anxious one had no choice but to keep bowing his head and busy himself with his work.

As expected, when Lin Xiang had packed up the kitchen and went to eat, he only saw scattered rice scraps and two lone steamed buns on the plate.

Reluctantly, Lin Xiang picked up one of the steamed buns, brought it to his mouth and took a big bite, comforting himself: It’s okay, anyway, it’s better to have something to eat than to be hungry.

Chewing with puffed cheeks, a sweetness with a touch of maltose slowly overflowed in his mouth.

Just eating steamed buns, Lin Xiang saw the leftovers on the plate from one side of his face, and for some reason, his eye sockets became hot, and then he felt that the clear things in front of him were blurred.

I remembered the time when I had agreed with my younger brother to open a restaurant. At that time, I had just passed the chef qualification certificate. I was very happy and planned for the future and the future. It turned out that less than half a year later, it all disappeared with the New Year’s Eve. Traveling back to the poor ancient times where even food is not enough to eat.

Sniffing, Lin Xiang exhaled, and wiped the corners of his eyes with his hands.Chewing the food in his mouth vigorously, he thought: I must not let others slaughter me like this for a lifetime.

……

In the afternoon, more and more guests came to drink.

Speaking of which, this wine shop is also quite famous in this street. The shopkeeper is good at brewing wine, glutinous rice wine, daughter red, peach blossom wine, apricot blossom wine, rice wine...

Every year in winter and autumn, the cool breeze blows, the mellow and fragrant spirits, the so-called aroma of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley, it is most happy for adult men, they often go out and drink together, and there are also strong men after work who come to have a drink and drink it down , the whole body is warm, and the face is red.

Side dishes are indispensable, and the uncle cook has been in the restaurant for many years. Although someone came to make trouble that day, the shopkeeper will not resign him because of this incident. The clothes are not as good as new, and the people are not as good as old.No matter how good Lin Xiang's craftsmanship is, after all, the shopkeeper still doesn't trust him.

It's just that there are coincidences in the so-called worldly affairs. The men who made trouble that day came to eat again, but after drinking strong wine and tasting small dishes, they slowly found out that something was wrong.

One of them frowned: "The taste doesn't seem quite the same as last time!"

Take another chopstick and taste it, it really is!

When the wine is on the top, people are easy to get drunk, and blushing, a big man yells: "The waiter, the waiter!"

Screaming and yelling, the waiter came in response.

"What's the matter, sir?"

"Why is the dish different from the last time I tasted it?" One of them asked while pointing.

The little guy was puzzled for a long time, stared at it carefully, and suddenly realized: Yo!This is not the man who made trouble a few days ago! ?

Seeing that the other party was not acting well, I immediately retreated with a "thump" in my heart.

How can the dishes be different?What happened that day?

With a sound of "Pa!", a man blushed and slapped the table.

The little guy was startled, he was shocked, and immediately remembered: By the way, didn't Lin Xiang's new little girl make the film that day!
Hastily said: "Guest officer, last time the meal was a newcomer from our restaurant..." You can't say that the fire girl said, "I... the cook made it, but his skills are unfamiliar. Today's meal is our serious chef. Made it!" As he said, he patted his chest, with an affirmative expression on his face: "The taste is better than last time for sure." In his opinion, Lin Xiang was wrong last time, and it's normal that his skill is not as good as that of Uncle Cook. thing.

Unexpectedly, the other party suddenly turned his face and scolded: "Fart!"

"Obviously it was the last time, don't worry about it, Grandpa Meng!" The voice raised two notches, and it spread throughout the room in an instant.

Immediately, people who were drinking in the room all turned their faces.

The little boy was startled, swallowed his saliva, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

The shopkeeper came out at this time, frowning, "I heard someone yelling just now, what's the matter?" Looking at the light, everyone's eyes were concentrated in one place, and then they looked carefully.

Isn't it the person who made trouble a few days ago?

His expression suddenly became serious, and the shopkeeper vaguely felt something was wrong, so he walked out of the hall in a few steps and walked to the dazed boy.

"What's wrong with you guys?"

"Are you making trouble again today?" The shopkeeper's face darkened, and he spoke bluntly.

"That's not—" the brawny man said, his face flushed, his eyes squinted, and he pointed at the table.

Seeing this, the shopkeeper raised his eyebrows and seemed to be listening attentively.

"This dish...my taste is different from the first time! What's the matter?" It was obvious that the person who spoke was a little drunk.

Hearing this, the shopkeeper did not continue to argue with him, but frowned and pondered.

After a while, when the boy didn't know what was going on, the shopkeeper approached the boy and whispered a few words in his ear.

……

There are not many people working in the kitchen, and the restaurant is not that big. There are only three or four people in the kitchen. Lin Xiang was washing vegetables with his back bent.

Suddenly there was a noise outside, it seemed a little messy, and suddenly the door of the kitchen was pushed open, and the waiter stood at the door, panting: "Lin Xiang! The shopkeeper told you to do it. A table of dishes!"

Lin Xiang raised his head in surprise, looking a little unbelievable.

Hearing the words, Uncle Cook's face darkened instantly, his eyes turned to the door, and then he looked at Lin Xiang beside him with embarrassment.

After a while, the uncle cook stepped forward and scolded: "I have always been in charge of the kitchen! Why do you want a little girl to cook!"

The waiter boy shook his head: "It's the big men who made trouble that day, and they were arguing outside that the food tastes different from last time."

"Hmph—" the uncle cook sarcastically said, "Can it be the same? I've been cooking for many years, so I'm not the same as Lin Xiang!" There was disdain for Lin Xiang's craftsmanship in his words.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Lin Xiang stood up from the side. She straightened her waist, raised her head, her eyes were clear, and she said firmly, "What does he want to eat? I can do it." There was a firmness in her tone that could not be despised by others .

(End of this chapter)