His white moonlight, slag skill level one hundred

On the way back to the kitchen, Su Zhe didn't dare to vent his anger. He maintained the mentality of "breathing is all wrong". Xiang Bei was very calm, at least from the surface, he always felt that Xiang Bei would be 100% successful in playing bridge. Expert, not to mention anything else, the expression management is not at an average level, he never found out that there was something wrong with this guy's expression, if there is no narration box, he will definitely be deceived.

The current kitchen not only supplies the production team but also conducts private ordering for other production groups. The order is made the first day, and the deadline is [-] pm. It is too late to wait and there is a limit on the number of servings. The hard dishes of the day, such as some meat dishes that need to be marinated, will be prepared and put in the refrigerator at this time, and Xiangbei does not work overtime at night, and ends work on time at seven o'clock.During this period of time, he has successively added large tools such as freezers, large refrigerators, operating tables, ovens, microwave ovens, etc. This ordinary suite has been completely transformed into a kitchen. It stands to reason that this has constituted an unlicensed operation, but His output has always been very low, at most [-] to [-] boxed meals for a meal, which is too small, so no one has come to trouble him so far.

Xiangbei has opened up the catering market in HD, and he has a small reputation. If he is willing to recruit some assistants and register for a business license, this will be a promising job, or he can stick to handmade and take the high-end route—in fact, he is now It's almost like this, a fifty-five bento box is really not something Heng Piao Qunyan can afford, let alone eating it every day-no matter which way he goes, he can be called a success.

"I won't stay here." When Su Zhe started the topic with future plans, Xiang Bei replied, "I will leave when you leave."

Su Zhe couldn't help it: "Why? You can start a good career here. You said you couldn't find a job. I thought your skills were not good, but you are different. Your food is so delicious. Why don't you want to stay?"

Xiang Bei smiled: "Of course I want to be with you..."

"No, I know you are not." This time Su Zhe can understand without the narration box, "You don't like me, you don't like Wenhai, you don't like anyone, but I don't understand why you don't like this career ? Even if you are rich and don’t care, I can feel that you like to cook!”

Xiang Bei's smile faded slowly, and he seemed to be a little confused: "How can you be so sure that I like cooking? If you think it's fake that I like others, then why can't it be fake that I like cooking?"

"Feeling." The narration box did not give information about Xiangbei's hobbies in cooking, but Su Zhe still has a certain judgment. Standing in front of the operating table with a smile from the heart and the joy that flashed when he praised his cooking skills, "If you like to cook, why don't you develop this career?"

"Whether you open a restaurant or open your own shop, cooking becomes a job." Xiangbei did not add "I think" this time, his tone was flat but firm, as if he had thought about it countless times, " It's different."

"Then make a small amount and become a private chef or something." Su Zhe suggested, "It can meet your work requirements without working too long, isn't it good?"

Xiang Bei shook his head: "This is different."

Su Zhe got a little angry, and raised his voice: "Do you know how many dreams we ordinary people have given up in order to make ends meet? Do you know how many people in this world can live on their dreams? You have such a good opportunity..."

"Why are you angry?" Xiang Bei asked gently.

Because what we can't do even hard, you give up easily!

Su Zhe instinctively wanted to shout this out, but the narration box stopped his impulse: Xiang Bei thought of the peak he wanted to climb, but he would never reach it, right there, his dream that he could never realize in his life...

Su Zhe closed his mouth, sighed after a long time, and said: "Because ordinary people are so incompetent, we get angry because of our own incompetence, and then spread our anger on others."

Xiang Bei should have froze. Su Zhe could confirm this after observing for a long time. He seemed to be in a state of not knowing how to deal with it, so his expression remained the same as before, without any change or fluctuation , like a mask.

Su Zhe blinked and said cautiously: "Are you okay?"

"No." Xiang Bei's widening smile seemed to make things better, "Are you going to see Zhang Chunhua at night?"

The topic changed too quickly, and Su Zhe stayed for a few seconds before catching up: "Ah, oh, go, go... Actually, I don't have anything to go to see him."

"Really? I thought you liked him." Xiang Bei tilted his head, and the classic innocent expression came again, "After all, you look at him very gently."

"If you don't cause me so much trouble, I will look at you very tenderly." Su Zhe whispered.

Xiang Bei raised his eyebrows and said, "Your performance today is really wonderful."

Su Zhe: "..."

Why is acting so difficult!

Su Zhe began to understand those extraordinarily blunt extras. His character didn’t have any lines yet. It would be unimaginable if he had lines, but I have to say that the seafood box lunch is really delicious. Salmon is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and boiled shrimp Delicious and delicious, seaweed served with white rice is low-salt, low-calorie and high-protein, which is considered a qualified fitness meal except for excessive carbohydrates.He secretly glanced at Xiangbei in front of the stove in the middle of eating, and had to admire the careful cooking of this guy. He never said anything about fitness meals.

Xiang Bei was busy with his job, Su Zhe continued to wait for the show in the afternoon, and after dinner with the crew, he chased after Xiang Bei's text message: Do you want me to see how Zhang Chunhua is doing?

Su Zhe didn't even have time to swallow his meal, he hurriedly put down his chopsticks and replied: If you want it, why don't you just use words to drive away this resentment?

Xiang Bei quickly replied: It depends on my mood.

Well, it really fits what Xiang Bei said.

Even so, Su Zhe put down the phone with a smile on his face, and just took a bite of the rice when he came into Zhang Chunhua's sight and almost choked.

"Girlfriend?" Zhang Chunhua asked.

"Cough—" This time he was really choking, Su Zhe put down his chopsticks and patted his chest, saying, "It's nothing!"

"That's your boyfriend?" Zhang Chunhua seemed to be joking.

Su Zhe was startled, and said, "Is it so obvious?"

"Really?" Zhang Chunhua asked in surprise.

"No, no, I mean, do I look so gay?" Su Zhe couldn't laugh or cry.

Zhang Chunhua laughed all of a sudden: "No, I just heard the gossip." After a pause, he continued, "Then do you have a boyfriend now?"

"No, no, I just broke up and got dumped." Su Zhe said casually, picked up the chopsticks and quickly picked up the rice. This was on the set, and the rice would be cold after a while, "I'm just a lonely ghost."

Unexpectedly, a voice came from behind: "Xiao Zhe."

At first, Su Zhe didn't realize that he was calling himself. Zhang Chunhua tapped the table before he looked back, and suddenly another mouthful of rice choked into his throat——

Xiang Bei stood outside the shed with a lunch box in his hand, with a resentment mixed with helplessness, he forced a smile that was uglier than crying, and said softly: "Didn't we make an appointment to eat together? I made two copies. "

Brother, I was wrong, please don't get too involved!