Haoyuan Building

It was lunch time, and the huge wine shop was crowded and bustling with people.

The waiter was carrying the tray as fast as he could.

On the stoves in the back hall, which were burning with flames, the chefs in charge were waving their spatulas vigorously, and plates of Chinese food were dripping with sweat.

"Two portions of grilled river fish! Three portions of ginger rootworms! Six portions of stewed earthworms with stems..."

Before the sizzling and greasy dishes were even cooked, the high-pitched voice of the waiter passing the dishes could be heard from outside.

The tall man stood in front of the stove, shirtless, and when he shook the spoon, the movements of his arms affected the strong muscles of his back, which were thick and powerful.

As the frying spoon bumps rhythmically, the dishes in the pot are flipping up and down, gradually taking on a charming mature color...

The man spreads a layer of oil with a shovel, lifts the pot, and puts it on the plate without any cumbersome movements.

"Chef Bi's craftsmanship is unparalleled. There are also two plates of sweet and sweet vitex sauce. The guests asked you to cook them!"

The little guy who was doing the work smiled and took away the dishes that had just been cooked on the stove, with obvious flattery in his tone.

Bi Cheng lowered his eyes with a calm expression.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the white handkerchief hanging around his neck, picked up the side dishes and poured them into the pot, waved the frying spoon again, and moved his hands and feet with the composure and skill he had developed over time.

The waiter held up a large tray and placed the steaming dishes on the dining table.

The waiter raised his head and gave a toothy smile to the girl sitting alone at the table: "The dishes the girl ordered are ready, please take advantage of it!"

The girl's hand holding the chopsticks paused.

I glanced at the tray in the waiter's hand and frowned: "These two plates are obviously the same dish. Why is the color of the heat on the plate you gave me completely different from the one in your hand?"

The clerk had been busy all afternoon and was too tired to talk at this moment. However, when he saw the girl's bright smiling eyes, his mood became inexplicably refreshed. He patiently explained to her: "The girl's eyes are really sharp. You can see it with a single glance."

La!"

"The two dishes are cooked by different chefs. Your dish is made by Master Qu. The rest of the dishes were cooked by Master Bi by other guests."

The girl's delicate eyebrows were light and sweet: "Then can you give me the plate of food in your hand?"

After finishing her words, the girl saw the waiter's expression of embarrassment and quickly added: "I want both dishes!"

"But this was specially ordered by other customers..." The waiter looked at the table of guests facing the window behind him with a troubled expression.

The girl turned back following the waiter's gaze and saw that there were adults and children at the table. It was a family out for a restaurant.

At this moment, the other party is also looking here, obviously waiting for the food to be served.

The girl smiled at the other party, her eyes as clear as a stream: "My little girl is new here and has never seen local delicacies. Can you give me this dish? If you order something else, it will be my treat."

When the other party saw that she was a young girl, speaking generously, decently and kindly, he didn't care about her and just laughed it off.

The waiter left two dishes on the girl's table and turned around to get busy.

Facing two dishes with the same dishes, but obviously different colors and presentation styles, the girl turned the chopsticks in her hands playfully: "There is obviously something fishy about this!"

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After cooking the last dish, Bi Cheng walked out of the kitchen and returned to the backyard of the restaurant.

The backyard is a row of ordinary gray brick bungalows. In addition to the accounting room and warehouse, there are also several rooms for the chefs and clerks of the wine shop to rest.

Bi Cheng did not go back to his house directly. He walked to the well first, brought up a bucket full of water, pulled off the towel on his shoulders and wiped the oil fumes from his skin, and then went back to his room to change clothes.

By the time he left the back door of the wine shop, he was already dressed in clean gray shirt and trousers, and there was no trace of the greasy smell from the kitchen cook.

Passing by the vegetable market, Bi Cheng bought some fresh seasonal vegetables, and also picked a fat and tender baby pheasant. He carried everything with his left hand and walked into an ordinary house in Tiaofeng Lane.

After passing through the simple but neatly furnished courtyard, Bi Cheng did not enter the main house, but went straight to the kitchen in the backyard carrying vegetables.

As soon as he put the ingredients on the stove, a pair of slender white hands stretched out from behind and tentatively took hold of his clothes.

"Aren't you tired of cooking every day? Go and rest, I'll do it." The woman said in a gentle voice, pulling his clothes and leaning towards him.

The woman was born with a pair of very gentle eyes, and her delicate facial features were very attractive. However, her pupils seemed to be covered with a white film, and her eyes did not move when she spoke, which detracted a bit of aura from the originally vivid facial features.

His eyes fell on the woman's face, and there was tenderness flowing in Bi Cheng's silent eyes.

He raised his hand to pick away the dead grass on the woman's temple: "Did you go out to play with the children again today? You can't see it. Children love to run wild, so they are bound to be reckless. Be careful not to get hurt."

When she mentioned the children, the woman suddenly smiled brightly: "The children are very good to me. Even though they are young, they all know how to take care of me." As she spoke, her hands had already found the dishes on the stove and began to pick them quickly.

Bi Cheng didn't stop him, just let her do it, turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

Back in the yard in front, Bi Cheng stood still and his expression became cold: "You followed me all the way out of the wine shop. What on earth are you doing?"

"Ha, you have good ears!" A light and sweet voice came from outside the wall.

With a "squeak" sound, the courtyard door was pushed open, and a young girl wearing a lilac-colored embroidered gauze skirt walked in. She was the one eating in Haoyuan Building.

The girl's appearance is not outstanding, but her eyes are extremely bright and lively. Especially when she looks at people, there is something deep in her eyes before she opens her mouth.

The girl stood upright in front of the door, smiling at Bi Cheng. That smile was like the red dragonfly agate pendant in her ear, vivid and bright.

Bi Cheng was also a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, the person following him all the way was such a young girl as fresh as a green fruit.

He rarely interacts with young girls on weekdays, but instead becomes embarrassed at first.

The girl came in uninvited and said generously, "What's the point of asking? Since I'm following you, I'm naturally interested in you."

Bi Cheng frowned: "I..."

Before the words came out of his mouth, Bi Cheng noticed that the girl's eyes had moved away from his face and looked behind him.

Bi Cheng also turned around, and the woman in the kitchen just now came slowly over with a plate of hot dishes in her hands, groping for the wall.

Just as Bi Cheng was about to speak, the uninvited girl passed him and walked towards the woman.

Taking the dish from the woman's hand, the uninvited girl took her hand and said, "Sure enough, there is no better wife than a husband. The few side dishes that Chef Bi bought are exactly the same as what you said."

The woman smiled gently and let the girl lead her into the main room.

"A Cheng's temper has always been like this, and the habits he has developed are unbreakable. Although his temper is a bit dull, it makes people feel very worry-free. Since we are neighbors, Miss Yan can have dinner at my house."

Yan Yan readily responded "Okay" and sat down at the dining table, as if she had been her best friend for many years.
Chapter completed!