Revenge of the Reborn Boss

The 31-year-old Song Huailan is actually not much older than the students around him, but in his heart he always feels that they are all children.Since it is a child, as an adult, I must be more tolerant.But when he met a self-righteous and defiant kid like Zhao Yu, he felt that he should help his parents educate him.

Regardless of some selfishness, Song Huailan is very happy to have taught him a lesson, but I hope that "lesson" did not make him die, amen.

Lian Rong is very excited to find a new job.Is this job considered romantic?Song Huailan looked at the basic information that Lian Rong had borrowed, and he was holding a small knife that wasn't really good at all.

"Small town, let's work hard and learn. When the time comes, we will go to the viewing tower to carve radish flowers. It's so beautiful there that I dare not go up. I can only look downstairs. My neck is sore and I still can't see anything."

"Oh."

Yes, the job Lian Rong is looking for is to carve radish flowers in the Chinese and Western restaurants on the top floor of the observation building.Because it was the anniversary of the opening, and I was going to thank new and old customers at a loss, the chefs were busy making steaks and so on, so it was natural to hire someone to do small time-wasting tasks like carving radish flowers.However, this store is not cautious in its preparation. Although the radish flowers are tiny, they are very likely to become rat feces in the pot. When customers see the ugly carved radish flowers, it may affect their appetite.

"Small town, I lied." Lian Rong grasped a crumbling radish flower, squatting beside him mournfully.

Song Huailan raised her eyebrows: "Huh?"

"I thought carving radish flowers was a very simple task, so I told them that we were taking a cooking class and happened to learn how to carve radishes, so we were hired."

Song Huailan's eyes suddenly widened.Can a "flower" whose shape can't be seen at all be called a professional?

Lian Rong put his hands together quickly, and bowed guiltily: "I'm sorry, I only realized how difficult it is after I carved one just now. Don't be angry, there are still a few days, right? Let's work hard."

A drop of sweat dripped from the corner of Song Huailan's forehead.

"Actually, it's very simple as long as you put your mind to it. You see, I bought so many radishes, and the rest of the ingredients can be supplemented with vitamins. Ahaha, isn't it very cost-effective? The most important thing is that the salary is very high. You can spend a lot of money in one night. There are 500 yuan, and I have to work for three days."

Carving radishes for three days... Two drops of sweat appeared on Song Huailan's forehead.

"You must not be afraid of difficulties. The boss said that you don't have to carve flowers, but you can also carve small animals."

Carving radish flowers is fine, but small animals are also needed! ?

"..."

So, how colorful Song Huailan's second life was, although he really didn't understand why radish flowers were placed next to the steak.

Lian Rong: Because they combine Chinese and Western styles.

Song: He vomits blood!twitch!not human!

Beginners have no style at all.Song's radish flower broke this tradition, and his radish flower is the most distinctive one.Flowers are like animals and animals are like flowers.

For example now:

"Wow, are you a rabbit in the town? So cute."

Sorry, I carved peonies.

"Hey! Small town, this morning glory is really beautiful."

Sorry... I carved a tiger. (Wow! Ah Song, why not call it an animal when you carve a flower, or a flower when you carve an animal.)

After a whole night, the small coffee table was covered with radish flowers (small animals?), and the two people who had struggled all night leaned together harmoniously, dreaming beautifully.

May the radish bring good luck.

Lian Rong was not so excited when he actually went into battle.Because he didn't see the scenery he wanted to see, but he hid in a small storage room and kept carving carrots.That's right, they are here to work, not to enjoy themselves. How could it be possible for them to sit where the guests sit and watch the bright lights dozens of floors down.

"Hey, I'm so disappointed." Lian Rong slowly turned the radish, a few days of cramming made him a little proficient.But to do something like work, you need to look at your mood and enthusiasm.His wish was not fulfilled, and what he carved out were all broken flowers and willows and small animals with flat mouths missing arms and legs.

In contrast, Song Huailan, who has no desires and needs, is much smoother.A few minutes later came out an animal named flower, or a flower named animal.

"Hey, I'm so depressed."

"Hey, I'm so disappointed."

"Hey, I'm so depressed."

"Stop talking." Song Huailan picked up a carrot and stuffed it in his mouth.Sculpting was already a boring thing, and it was horrible to have to listen to his complaints all the time.

Lian Rong bit off the carrot in his mouth, suddenly took out a P3 from his arms, and said, "I guessed that you would be bored, so let's listen to nursery rhymes."

Song Huailan was taken aback, and suddenly remembered the few songs Lian Rong always played in the room. The fast rhythm and deafening sound almost caused him a heart attack.Forget it, compared to these young people, he is considered an old man.So he can't stand rock and roll.

So Song Huailan immediately waved his hands: "Thank you, I'll carve radishes."

"Oh, listen to it, I know you like something soothing, and you have something to say." Lian Rong pulled off the earphones and got up directly. More than 100 yuan for a P3, it can only be said that the quality is barely passable, if there are any more requirements, it is purely a fantasy.What came out of the small public room was some tune-shifted music.

But the strange thing is that Song Huailan actually heard clearly.The sad and husky female voice tells a story of separation and pursuit, one person keeps moving forward and one person follows all the time.

It seems like he used to be like this.Always following behind Wen Ruoxi, even if she was tired, she never stopped.I feel pretty pitiful when I think about it.

There was no time to think about it, and the overwhelming voice of urging sounded.

"After the radish is carved, put it on the plate quickly. Don't be too wordy. There are a lot of customers, and you can't miss every link. Hurry up." The supervisor in the restaurant is also impatient, and he comes to remind him every half an hour. It is more likely to make mistakes if two people are in a hurry.

"Ouch!" Accidentally, Song Huailan's finger opened a small hole, and a little bit of bright red appeared on the white finger.

"Slow down town." It's not worth getting hurt for a carrot.

For some reason, Song Huailan felt palpitations, the radish could not be fixed in his hands, and his fingers trembled slightly.

Lian Rong was also anxious when he saw his appearance, so he said, "Take a rest first, you must be tired after working for so long, I'll come first."

Song Huailan nodded, clasped his hands together, and leaned against the wall boredly.Counting the time and walking slowly, his hands still seemed to be shaking a little, he casually looked out through the crack of the door.The hall was bustling, no matter if everyone came because of good reputation, discounts, or because of the beautiful location, the shop was always crowded with people.

If you cook for your lover with a happy heart, the food you make must be delicious, even if the appearance is not very good.In the past, he always put his mind on doing things for others, and rarely thought about himself.Now he is blindly carving radishes, but he has long lost the interest in making them carefully, so the ones that come out are all ordinary ones, and they are not particularly good-looking.

Song Huailan kicked her feet and looked around.But in the private seat by the window on the right, he unexpectedly found a familiar figure.

That person was sitting on a chair alone, holding a glass of wine gracefully, and looking out the window with a calm expression.Song Huailan imagined that the downstairs with dozens of floors was brightly lit, and those vehicles were the size of a matchbox, coming and leaving at a high speed, and many times the people watching lost their minds.

You look at the scenery outside the window, and the people outside the window look at you.On the bright and clean window was his peaceful figure. Song Huailan just stared at him stupidly, clenched his hands into fists unconsciously.

Wen Ruoxi.

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