[K Mo] see you see the light

Chapter 6

Reluctantly swallowing the unpalatable meal, Monkey Wine patted Yugong and Mo Zha Ta on the shoulders: "Let's go, this meal at noon is not as delicious as steamed buns and plain water. Beauty, I was wrong, buddy Shouldn't have blackmailed you."

Seeing that Yu Gong was about to leave, Monkey Wine immediately got up and followed: "Beauty, I will leave the dinner plate to you, bye."

Mo Zha Ta poked the untouched vegetables on the plate, took a few mouthfuls of white rice, and felt a little full.

This kind of dish is full at a glance.

It doesn't look like the chef's cooking, and I can't bear to leave a mouthful of vegetable soup when I'm full.

Chef, chef, where have you been?

The next day, the cafeteria.

Mo Zha Ta queuing up with two lunch boxes, muttering: "These two people know how to squeeze me! They slept until the sun was up, and they made me come out to buy food!"

However, he was also on the way.

He was going to come to the cafeteria to eat the chef's braised pork ribs.

Red and black inside, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the pork ribs are sprinkled with a layer of fragrant sesame seeds.

If you don't eat four or five times a week, your life will feel incomplete.

Of course, it's limited to chefs.

Others are in charge of the spoon, tsk, even just looking at it.

The line was very long, and Mo Zha Ta waited patiently, and waited, and waited, and finally it was his turn.

He raised his face with a big smile, but the light in his eyes dimmed when he realized that the cook was a middle-aged aunt.

Mo Zha Ta whispered in frustration: "Braised pork ribs in brown sauce, fried pork with green peppers, beef with tomatoes, and five steamed buns."

The aunt's skill of turning the spoon is really at its peak. With just a flick of the wrist, the stir-fried pork with green peppers becomes fried green peppers.

He endured it, and finally lost his composure when he saw that there were only three pieces of braised pork ribs on the plate: "Auntie, isn't the portion you gave a bit small?"

The aunt spoke very quickly: "Little classmate, the food in the restaurant has always been given only one spoonful. You must not come here often. Tell me what the students in the back eat."

nonsense!The chef clearly gave two and a half scoops!

Only at this time did he realize the kindness of the chef - when did the chef not fill his dinner plate full?Aunt gave others a spoonful too much, but the chef gave him two and a half spoonfuls and added a few more pieces of meat.

Sure enough, the chef is handsome and kind-hearted, and the aunt is rough-looking and there are many things!

Mo Zha Ta puffed his cheeks and left depressed.

In the evening, Mo Zha Ta ran to the cafeteria staggeringly, wandered around but did not see that tall and straight figure.

Don't do it anymore?

"Auntie, where is the buddy who often cooks at this window?"

"Who are you talking about?"

"Leave a short cut, the tall, handsome and energetic one."

"He, he asked for leave."

I asked again the next day, and the answer was still: "I'm on leave."

Ask again, and the answer is still the same three words: "I'm on leave."

It's been four days, and he hasn't seen the chef for four full days!

Mo Zha Ta was typing the code boredly, but he was wondering if the chef might be sick, or something happened at home.

Gulu Gulu, my stomach is rumbling, I am so hungry.

Mo Zha Ta felt that he was sick, suffering from a disease of "I can't swallow food that isn't made by a chef".

I really want to black out the school cafeteria personnel list...

That way you can know the chef's phone address or something...

Uh, might as well give it a try.

But wouldn't it be a bad idea to pry into someone's privacy?

It's okay, if the chef is really sick and dying, I can still go to his house to save him from the fire...

So, with apprehension and anticipation, Mo Zha Ta typed out a string of codes.

The list Excel table is at your fingertips.

Just as he was proud, Mo Zha Ta slapped himself hard suddenly: "Oh! I don't know the chef's name! Among so many people, which one is him!"

"Wait, address, Tianxiangju? This should be the chef. Does the chef live in that store? The chef's name is...Huh? Hahaha, let me laugh for a while, hahaha..."

library.

Mo Zha Ta sat cross-legged among the bookshelves, reading a thick martial arts novel happily.Suddenly, I felt that the light above my head became much darker, and a black shadow shrouded it.

"I heard that you are looking for me." Warm breath, firm tone.

Mo Zha Ta looked up, and the chef's handsome face came into view.

The chef seemed very tired, his eyes were bloodshot.

What's up with him?

"You...hehe..." Originally, he wanted to express his concern, but the two words on the list suddenly appeared in Mo Zha Ta's mind, inexplicably, he laughed out loud in the library.