My old attack is the giant

The restaurant business is good, but there is a shortage of staff.

Jiang Ziwen is very busy every day, and it is common to work overtime at night until eleven or twelve o'clock.

On this day, as usual, he kept the prepared list of vegetable needs and the menu of beef, pig and sheep dishes, and sent them to the general manager for review. After that, he turned off the lights and walked to the elevator.

Ding.

The armband received the message, it was from Wu Li.

【Chef, are you done yet?come over high? 】

There is also a photo at the end of the text, which is a selfie of several handsome chefs sitting in the room drinking wine and talking about the mountains.

Most of the men in their team are bachelors, but because of their busy work schedule and limited rest time, it is difficult to go out after work, and most of the time they gather in small groups in the dormitory.

Looking at the photo, Jiang Ziwen raised the corner of his mouth slightly, pressed the up button of the elevator, and replied at the same time: 【No, I'm tired, I want to rest early. 】

[Don't think I don't know, you just want to paralyze yourself with work.The scumbags are all in the past tense, and there is nothing worth remembering. 】

[I don't remember it, I just want to do my best in this job. 】

[Tough mouth. 】

[No matter how big or small, your salary will be deducted. 】

Jiang Ziwen put away the chat interface, the smile on his face hadn't disappeared, and he saw Chiyou coming up with the sightseeing elevator.

The elevator door opens.

The man stood tall and straight inside, which could not be ignored.

He seemed to have just finished exercising, with sweat dripping from the roots of his hair, and the white vest was soaked, and it fit tightly to his body, clearly outlining his muscle lines.

Jiang Ziwen never expected to meet Chiyou again, half a month had passed since their first meeting.

He was so busy these days, but he was still deeply impressed by the man in front of him.

Chiyou looked down, glanced at him, then looked up again, looking straight ahead.

Jiang Ziwen smiled apologetically, walked into the elevator, and looked at the smart panel, Chiyou's destination was the same as his, the ninth floor.

The elevator door closed and slowly went up.

Standing in a small space with such an imposing man, the air heats up.Jiang Ziwen stood uncomfortably for a few seconds, and said with a smile, "Mr. Chiyou, thank you for your help with the incident last time."

"Need not."

"I'm good at cooking. If I can, I would like to express my gratitude by cooking a meal myself."

"Need not."

"..."

Jiang Ziwen thought he was extroverted and enthusiastic, but he couldn't even speak a word to this person.

There should be no one who can talk to this person, right?

Ding, ding, ding ding.

A series of beeps came from the armband.

Jiang Ziwen opened his armband absent-mindedly, not knowing which tendon was wrong, and accidentally pressed the release button!

By the time he realized it was too late, seven or eight photos of beautiful women with big breasts/buttocks in swimsuits suddenly popped up in the void.

Attached is the text sent by Wu Li: [Which figure is the best? 】

Chiyou raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes fell on the red ears of the person in front of him, the color was almost the same as the ruby ​​inlaid on his earrings.

Jiang Ziwen: Damn me!

I can't wait to hammer Wu Li's head into the frying pan to wake up soberly!

He frantically closed the chat interface, but Wu Li was still excited, and the arm ring kept ringing "ding ding ding".

Embarrassed, he explained, "He was kidding me."

As a result, just after saying this, Wu Li called again.

Jiang Ziwen glanced painfully at the smart panel of the elevator.

Usually the elevator is quite fast, why is it not here today?

Wu Li persevered, and the notification sound of the call request was harsh like a reminder.

Jiang Ziwen pressed the answer button in embarrassment, lowered the volume, and whispered: "What are you doing!"

Wu Li was very wronged, [Pictures of beautiful women, didn't I often share them with you before?Hey, chef, from your professional point of view, which of these beauties is the tastiest? 】

eat!

Eat your head!

Jiang Ziwen hung up the phone and blocked Wu Li.

Finally reached the ninth floor.

The door opened.

Jiang Ziwen couldn't wait to get out of the elevator.

It wasn't until he got out of the small space filled with the man's breath that he remembered that he was an adult, with needs and desires, and it wasn't surprising that he would look at this kind of picture.

He took a deep breath silently, because the room was very close to the elevator, and it took only two steps. He verified the door with his armband.

Chiyou came over and paused just in front of his door, "The first one from the left." After speaking, he left without looking sideways.

Jiang Ziwen didn't turn the corner for a while, and when he entered the room, he suddenly remembered something, and opened the photos sent by Wu Li to look at them one by one.

Finally came to the conclusion:

The first one from the left is indeed the best figure, the chest is comparable to a basketball!

It seems that he is quite interested in women, but a man like him should also be interested in women.

More than a month after Jiang Ziwen joined the job, Wuzangshanjing Cafeteria was selected as Michelin three stars.

The value of the chefs skyrocketed.

While other chefs were complacent about this, Jiang Ziwen felt a little bit more distressed - fame brought him too much happiness.

The night is deep.

Jiang Ziwen was the only one left in the huge cafeteria.

He placed the jars of pickled chili sauce in order, then washed his hands, took off his top hat, and took off his apron. He sat on the high stool and stared at the old-fashioned clock on the wall.

The pointer turns "click, click".

Subtle sounds made the restaurant empty and silent.

He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt a little annoyed.

As much as he hates to admit it, his last relationship did have an effect on him.

Not sad, not painful.

Just tired and disappointed.

He wasn't sure he could accurately judge how loyal his next partner would be to love.

I'm also not sure if I'm passionate enough to take on a new relationship.

So even though there were frequent offers of favor during this period, and he rejected them one by one, the girl in the red dress today could not be settled with just one or two words.

It's almost eleven o'clock, the time agreed by the red skirt.

Jiang Ziwen stood up, went to the lounge to change his personal clothes, turned off the lights in the restaurant, and walked to the elevator in Nanshan Building.

The red dress has a sweet appearance and a tall figure, probably because she doesn't have too many skills. She has been in the entertainment circle for two years and hasn't made a name for herself. She can be regarded as an eighteenth-tier star.

She has been looking for opportunities to become famous, but the seniors in the entertainment industry are all good people, and her tricks are not enough.

The company is not willing to give up on her, thinking that it spent a lot of resources to create her.

Just recently, the three-star Michelin chef has become a blockbuster, with a good image and a good reputation, and is highly sought after both inside and outside the circle, so the company turned its idea to Jiang Ziwen.

She came here this time to create a scandal with Jiang Ziwen.

But she wasn't sure whether Jiang Ziwen would come, after all, it was normal to ignore her with his current status.

In addition to the red dress, there is also a man with a mustache in the rest area.

Xiao Huzi is an entertainment news reporter invited by the company to which the red dress belongs, specializing in the production of "candid videos of passers-by".

The mustache and the red skirt are quite far away, wearing earphones, as if he is chatting with someone, but in fact his eyes are always drifting towards the elevator room, for fear of missing any moment.

The elevator stopped on the first floor at eleven o'clock.

The door opens.

Purple clothes and black trousers, wide shoulders, thin waist, long legs.

The slightly long hair is not neatly tied up as it was during work, but is pulled back wantonly.

Jiang Ziwen strode out of the elevator.

The red skirt immediately stood up.

Even though she only had a false admiration at the beginning, she had seen the side of a man giving orders and concentrating on cooking in the restaurant, and now she saw the handsome and unruly side after taking off the chef's robe, this admiration was much more sincere.

Mustache quickly adjusted his posture and secretly took pictures of Jiang Ziwen and the red skirt.

The red dress walked forward quickly, her face flushed, like a shy girl pretending to be brave, "I thought you wouldn't come."

She wanted to get close to Jiang Ziwen.

Jiang Ziwen took two steps back, "I just came here to say sorry to you, I have let down your love."

The red skirt paused, "Do you have someone you like?"

"No."

"You don't have anyone you like, but I happen to like you, we can give it a try."

"Feel sorry."

"Don't you like my type?"

Jiang Ziwen didn't want to go deeper, so he turned around and wanted to leave.

The red skirt boldly blocked his way, and persistently asked: "What is your criteria for choosing a mate? Now that medical beauty is so developed, I can change it!"

"It's not about looks."

"What's the problem?"

Jiang Ziwen didn't answer.

If he goes to the left, the red skirt will go to the left; if he goes to the right, the red skirt will also go to the right.

The staff at the front desk noticed the situation here, stood up, and asked with their eyes if they needed help.

Jiang Ziwen shook his head.

He doesn't have any special criteria for choosing a mate, as long as he likes it, but right now he needs to compile a standard, otherwise he can't leave here.

Mate selection criteria……

Thinking of these four words, the first thing that popped into his mind was the photo of a beautiful woman in a swimsuit that Chiyou clicked, and he said casually, "Big breasts and fat buttocks."

As it happens, the red dress does not fall into this category.

The red skirt was stunned.

Jiang Ziwen bypassed her and walked towards Zhongshan Tower.

There is a long distance from Nanshan Tower to Zhongshan Tower.

When Jiang Ziwen walked to the elevator room of Zhongshan Building, the red skirt also reacted.

Isn't it big breasts and fat buttocks?

It can be done through medical beauty!

She really wants to be famous, even if there is only a little chance, she has to grab it.

She followed quickly.

At this moment, Chiyou got down from the elevator. He was wearing a loose undershirt and shorts, showing his strong limbs.

He saw Jiang Ziwen at a glance, and also saw the girl in the red dress running towards this side.

Jianmei raised slightly.

Just now in the room, a few brothers who work in the restaurant also joked that their chef will meet the girl in the red dress tonight.

Are you talking about the woman behind?

Looking at Jiang Ziwen's expression, he was not interested.

He steps out of the elevator.

Jiang Ziwen didn't expect to meet him at this time, smiled embarrassedly, and said good evening, when he walked towards the elevator by mistake, he suddenly heard Chiyou ask, "Do you need my help?"

"?"

It was the same endless sentence as when Bai Hongyu came to pester him back then.

Jiang Ziwen was puzzled.

Chiyou embraced him without warning, pushed him to the wall outside the elevator, arched his body, and leaned his head against his shoulder.

Chiyou's movements were so fast that Jiang Ziwen had no time to react!

His eyes widened in surprise, his heart was pounding, if he hadn't heard the man's subwoofer say "control your expression" in his ear, he would have thought that Chiyou was about to kiss him!

Jiang Ziwen, who was the person involved, was astonished, not to mention the red dress that followed.

The red skirt stared at the burly Chiyou in shock.

Well-developed chest muscles, tight buttocks...

Depend on!

What does Jiang Ziwen's "big breasts and fat buttocks" mean? ? ?