Shanhai Hot Pot Restaurant

The bright moon is in the sky, and the pedestrians on the street are gradually decreasing. On the whole street, only the hot pot restaurant still has customers. The hot pot restaurant that was originally crowded with customers now has only a few tables left. On the clock hanging in the hall, the hour hand has also reached 11: 30.

Ming Qian piled up the plastic baskets full of bowls and chopsticks, waiting for the people from the dishwashing company to come and collect them tomorrow morning, and Yao also started to tidy up the back kitchen to pick up the garbage.

There were people sitting in two private rooms, two girls who came to visit the store were sitting in one private room, and the program staff were sitting in the other private room with food.

The girls said that they don't need Ming Qian to accompany them, as long as Ming Qian can show his face when the meal is almost finished.

As for the direct delivery of food, he said that Ming Qian would accompany him all the way, and he had to answer every question. Ming Qian looked at Mr. Zeng's not-so-hard body, and couldn't say no to it, so he could only wash his face in the mirror.

This is Ming Qian's first time facing a non-private camera. Before he entered the private room, he asked You Jun nervously: "How do I look?"

Youjun said expressionlessly: "Ordinary and nothing special."

Ming Qian: "Can you say these four words to my handsome face?"

You Jun raised his eyelids and looked at Ming Qian, his eyes were slightly shocked, as if he didn't expect Ming Qian to be such a brazen person.

"Even so." Youjun retorted reluctantly, "You shouldn't have said it yourself."

Ming Qian stretched out his hand to straighten his hair, and said worriedly: "I heard that the camera will widen people, what if I become a big-faced monster when I go on TV?"

Yao, who was washing his hands, poked his head out and said, "Boss, are you going to be on TV? Do you get paid for being on TV?"

Ming Qian felt that Yao had won his true inheritance, so he said helplessly, "I have no money."

Yao sighed: "I watch other people on TV because they are paid for it, boss, this is not good."

Ming Qian: "...just treat it as a free advertisement, I'll go first."

In fact, he knows that the food show has long been unpopular. Back then, when the Internet was underdeveloped, people could only learn about facts through TV and newspapers. In addition, food is the most important thing for the people, so food shows are very popular. There are food guides everywhere.

Now only middle-aged and elderly people still watch TV, young people are playing with mobile phones and tablets, and young people are the main consumers.

For example, when his parents were still alive, they went out to eat at most once a week.

Young people who don't stay with their parents often go out to eat.

The audience watching TV is no longer a consumer audience, and it is normal for food programs to fail.

Ming Qian walked into the private room carrying the beef. The cameraman had already set up the camera. The host stood up and invited Ming Qian to take a seat. After the host Zeng Lao and Ming Qian were ready, the photographer adjusted the lens and angle again. An OK to clean up.

The host speaks Mandarin fluently, without ambiguity at all. She smiles at the camera without even blinking. This is a skill honed from years of work experience.

According to the habit, Ming Qian recommended them to drink soup first.

The snow-white thick soup was poured into the bowl with scallions, and the scallions floated onto the surface of the soup, and the heat slowly rose. The photographer came over and took a close-up before gesturing to continue.

Mr. Zeng was the first to pick up the soup bowl. He sniffed it first, and then didn't drink it. He raised his head and asked, "How long has this soup been stewed?"

Ming Qian: "It was stewed at nine o'clock last night, and it has been cooking on a low fire today."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Zeng lowered his head and took a sip, just sipped it lightly, the soup stayed on the tip of his tongue, and the thick soup base burst out with a shockingly delicious taste, he put down the bowl in disbelief, his cloudy eyes She burst into light, staring at Ming Qian's eyes without blinking.

Ming Qian was taken aback by his beast-like eyes.

"I've had countless soups, and I've stewed them countless times. Even if additives are added, there won't be such a taste." Mr. Zeng asked sharply, "Unless it's some kind of additive that I haven't seen before."

The hostess was taken aback by Mr. Zeng's words. Mr. Zeng's words seemed to be concluding Ming Qian's coffin, so he almost pointed at Ming Qian's nose and said that he put additives.

"Old Zeng..." the hostess urged quickly, "This is recording a show."

She gave the cameraman a pause gesture before saying, "Let's re-record, Mr. Ming, I'm sorry."

Ming Qian shook his head and said generously: "There is nothing I can't say. There is no additive in the bottom of the pot. Since you have seen all kinds of additives, you can definitely drink it. I put a lot of ingredients in the bottom of this pot. I have simmered slowly until now, seasoning It's just salt."

"But in addition to salt, there are also seasonings with exclusive recipes."

"How many ingredients are there in the exclusive formula?" Elder Zeng asked with narrowed eyes.

Ming Qian: "The exclusive formula must be kept secret. You can see that Coca-Cola's formula will not be published."

Elder Zeng asked again: "Then how do you prove that your exclusive formula is healthy and harmless?"

Ming Qian is very confident: "If you have any worries or doubts, you can always bring professionals to come and check them. If there is a problem with the bottom of the pot in my shop, I don't need anyone to catch it. I will surrender myself."

He wasn't angry with Mr. Zeng's question, because he knew very well that such a soup base would definitely be questioned, and being angry meant that being poked turned into anger from embarrassment, and he had to be calmer.

What's more, the soup stone does not belong to the human world, even if it is checked with the most advanced equipment, nothing can be found.

It's a good thing for someone to ask questions, and it's better to have someone bring professionals here, so as not to spread rumors one day, and it's useless to try to refute the rumors at that time.

The spicy strips he ate when he was a child were once rumored to be made from corpse oil, and the rumors have been dispelled for many years, but they have not been completely dispelled.

Any rumors must be snuffed out in the bud.

Ming Qian is not afraid of doubts, but he is afraid that the doubts will appear too late, and it is difficult to refute the rumors if it is too late.

Mr. Zeng took another sip. He slowly finished a bowl of soup, but was surprised to find that his shallow stomach didn't feel full, but felt hungry and warm.

"The soup is good." Mr. Zeng praised flatly, but the hostess made an exaggerated expression of happiness.

She said excitedly: "I have never had such a delicious soup. It feels like stewing hundreds of chickens and ducks together, and the umami is concentrated together. If I can stew a soup with this taste, I am sure Not a host anymore."

Although her expression was exaggerated, it was indeed a sincere compliment, and the happiness on her face was not faked.

Under the urging of the hostess' eyes, Ming Qian began to explain in detail what preparations to make before making the soup and how many raw materials were used. He still told the truth without any exaggeration.

"No wonder the business is so good." The hostess started to help, and she said to the camera, "The audience friends may not know that when we came, there was almost no place to stay in the store, because the recording required a spacious venue, so we had to wait. The guests can only come to record the show when they are almost gone, and it is almost twelve o'clock in the morning."

"Mr. Ming is so young, why would he think of starting a hotpot restaurant?" asked the hostess.

Mingqian: "The main reason is that the shop cannot be rented out, and the bank has to repay the loan, so I can only take over by myself. I originally wanted to open a milk tea shop, but the franchise fee was too expensive. Then I thought of the exclusive formula at home, coupled with the opening of a milk tea shop. Hot pot restaurants don’t need to hire a chef, and now I cook the bottom of the pot myself.”

The hostess was silent for two seconds.

An awkward atmosphere spread in the room.

Generally in this kind of link, the boss should talk about his ideals, or how difficult it is to start a business.

Why did he come to Mingqian's place and couldn't rent out the shop, so he had no choice but to take it over, and even chose a hot pot restaurant that didn't need a chef at all?

"Hahahahahaha..." Mr. Zeng laughed unceremoniously, "Young man, he doesn't like to talk about scenes."

Ming Qian blinked, feeling a little embarrassed, so he asked the hostess: "Can you cut that part just now? How about I do it again?"

The hostess glanced at Mr. Zeng, who waved his hand: "It's a waste of time to ask such a question."

When it came to the tasting session, Yao brought up the dishes and filled the entire table.

Today's vegetables and meat were bought by Yiyi early in the morning. I don't know where she went to the market, maybe not even local. butchered meat.

Even people like Ming Qian, who can't see the freshness of the vegetables and meat, think that the vegetables and meat are very fresh.

When it was delivered in the morning, there was still dew on the vegetable leaves, with a fragrance of vegetables and a fishy smell of soil.

Green vegetables can even be eaten raw with an empty mouth, and they are full of moisture, crunchy and sweet in the mouth.

When Yiyi came to deliver food in the morning, none of the men and women on the road could move away from her. It wasn't that her face was so beautiful that it shook the world, but her temperament. She had a classical temperament, like The beauty who came out of the picture book.

Ming Qian can see the shock in the eyes of passers-by——

Such a beautiful and temperamental beauty is actually delivering food. Is this world so magical? !

Zeng Lao’s eyes scanned the plates of dishes. Even if he was too picky, he had to admit that this hot pot restaurant really put his heart into it. He has been doing food shows for so many years. I can tell.

"Many hot pot restaurants now use frozen meat. With so many customers every day, it is impossible to use fresh meat. The frozen meat you buy can be thawed the night before and can be used the next day." Zeng Lao twitched his lips. , "The hot pot tastes so strong that you can't eat it even if it's not fresh. You can earn a lot of money by fooling customers like this every day. The boss who really pays attention to the ingredients can't do business at all."

"The investment is more than the harvest." Mr. Zeng pursed his lips, and he continued, "You are very good."

Ming Qian was suddenly praised, without any sense that he should be humble, and proudly puffed up his chest: "I am doing honest business, let alone meat, we have to wash vegetables twice, once when we first arrive. Wash it again before serving."

Old Zeng: "Are there enough people?"

Ming Qian: "If the business is the same every day as it is today, it must not be enough. I plan to check it in two days. If the business continues to be good, I will hire someone again."

Elder Zeng suddenly asked again: "I see you were serving the food yourself just now?"

Ming Qian said as a matter of course: "I usually boil the bottom material, and the rest of the time is free. I can save a salary if I do it myself."

The hostess smiled and said, "Mr. Ming has worked very hard."

Ming Qian waved his hand shyly: "My own business is to be at ease only if I watch it myself."

The dishes were poured into the pot, and there were some uncooked Mingqian for them to eat hot.

There is basically nothing about Mingqian after that. It is all about Mr. Zeng and the hostess praising and discussing the taste. Mr. Zeng’s face has changed after drinking the soup. After the first bite of beef, There was a divine light in the originally cloudy and calm eyes.

The hostess's reaction became more and more exaggerated. She exclaimed when eating beef, continued to exclaim when eating loin slices, and exclaimed even when she was boiling a piece of green vegetables.

Mr. Zeng also evaluated the taste very objectively, and even gave: "This is the best hot pot I have ever eaten." Such a high evaluation.

Before the recording ended, Mr. Zeng said to the camera in a very official way: "I used to have misunderstandings about hot pot, thinking that hot pot is a pot of random stew, and all the ingredients have only one taste, which is nothing more than spicy and spicy. It's not even as good as a stew, at least it has the original taste of the food."

"After eating this meal today, I realized how narrow-minded I was before."

"All cooking methods are just to make diners feel good."

"As long as diners feel good, no matter how simple the method is, it is still a good method, and no matter how complicated and time-consuming the craft is, it is also a waste of ingredients."

"After the end of this episode, Gourmet Direct is going to say goodbye to the old viewers. I was originally unwilling. I felt that this show was created by me, and I was reluctant to end it."

Old Zeng wiped his eyes: "After eating this meal, I figured it out. Food is inherently subjective. What you like may not necessarily be what I like, and what I like may not necessarily be good for you."

"Everyone has a tongue and a sense of taste. It's time for this show to end."

The last paragraph was so sensational that Ming Qian’s goosebumps almost rose when he heard it. He is not a fan or old viewer of Food Direct, and he has no feelings for this show. He only feels a little sad because of Zeng Lao’s emotional farewell words.

A person created a program when he was young, and devoted half his life to this program. When he is old, he has to personally "end" this program. Although he can't empathize with the heartache, he can still feel uncomfortable for a moment because of it.

At the end of the filming, Ming Qian personally sent Mr. Zeng and the others out.

Elder Zeng's attitude towards Ming Qian has also improved a lot.

"Young man, what's your phone number?" Mr. Zeng seemed to put down something, his expression became more relaxed, and there was even a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, "Let's exchange phone numbers, and you can call me if you have anything to do in the future. "

Ming Qian couldn't think of any place that needed Mr. Zeng's help, but he still exchanged mobile phone numbers with Mr. Zeng.

The old man's face, if you can give it, you still have to give it.

After watching Mr. Zeng and the others leave, Ming Qian went to the private room of the two girls.

The girls are very relaxed, Ming Qian only needs to say a few words to the camera, and then take a photo with them.

"Boss, the taste is really amazing." The long-haired girl gave a thumbs up and praised without hesitation, "I have never eaten such a delicious hot pot!"

Another girl also said: "Boss, there is no need to advertise this taste at all. Let me tell you, what you just want to eat will definitely become tap water. When you don't spend a penny, people will come to visit the store."

Ming Qian bared his teeth with a smile: "If it's really this good, I'll treat you next time."

The girls laughed and said, "Boss, just wait and treat us to dinner."

"But boss, your store is too small. What if there are more customers in the future? It seems that no tables are allowed outside the store now."

Ming Qian: "Now I don't dare to think about these things."

The girls were even more amused: "Boss, you must have a dream to be a man."

Ming Qian answered, "Otherwise, what's the difference with salted fish?"

"By the way, boss, that handsome silver-haired guy looks so cold, does he have a girlfriend?" the long-haired girl asked cautiously.

Ming Qian joked: "Want to find him in love?"

The girl quickly waved her hand: "No, no, I'm not that courageous. He looks fierce, just curious."

Ming Qian said euphemistically: "I don't have a girlfriend, and he probably doesn't have the idea of ​​dating a girl."

The girls didn't ask any more questions, and they continued to blow the hot pot for a while before leaving.

When they left, there was no one in the store.

After a day of tossing around, Ming Qian really didn't have the energy to clean the store, but fortunately, he only had to sweep and mop the floor. Ming Qian decided to clean up after he came here tomorrow morning, and went back to rest tonight.

"Let's go." Ming Qian hit his waist with a backhand, his whole body's bones are clamoring to strike, give him a pillow, and he can fall asleep right now.

There are no dishes left today, Yiyi seems to be able to predict how many ingredients will be used today, the meat and vegetables are just enough for the three of them to eat for a meal, Yao packed up the leftover vegetables and meat, and carried them to tomorrow Behind the humble Youjun.

Unlike Mingqian, Yao just seemed a little tired, while Youjun didn't respond at all.

Ming Qian is envious and jealous, and he also wants to be busy no matter how busy he is.

"Go back and take a good shower, and then I'll go to bed." Ming Qian said lazily.

Youjun stood beside Mingqian, walking side by side with Mingqian, his voice was flat: "This is the first time for me to see a human boss doing something, and I still need to do it myself."

"The mortal body of the human race will make up ten points for every point of injury." You Jun cast a sideways glance at Ming Qian.

Although the words were not pleasant, Ming Qian has now learned to understand Youjun's words from another angle, so he said with a smile: "If you care about me, just tell me, but I can still hold on now, I am so young."

Youjun was taken aback, and snorted coldly: "Who cares about you? Your face is as big as a basin!"

With a wave of his hand, he dropped Ming Qian and strode forward.

Ming Qian walked behind him and shouted loudly: "What's more, isn't there you by my side?!"

"It's okay to be tired during the day, but at night you must..."

Youjun paused, he turned his head slightly, and said rather angrily, "Shut up!"

A trace of red flashed across his face, his eyes wandered and he said: "You and I haven't performed the evening ceremony, so don't tell others what happened in the room!"

It took several seconds for Ming Qian to react.

Something in the room?

room affairs!

They are almost like roommates now, and they sleep honestly at night, except that his sleeping position is a little bit bad, they are so pure that they cannot be more pure, can this also be called room affairs?

And the wedding?Leaving aside that they are all men, even if they are a man and a woman, who will be invited to a wedding between a god and a mortal?

Relatives of both parties?

Or just invite his friends?

Thinking about it makes my head feel big.

Ming Qian chose to remain silent.

After Youjun found out that Ming Qian was silent, the atmosphere between the two of them suddenly became cold, Youjun said indifferently: "Don't you want to perform a funeral ritual with this deity?"

You Jun pursed his lips lightly, it seemed that as long as Ming Qian nodded, he could immediately do some earth-shattering events.

Ming Qian quickly said: "All right, all right, I'm too busy now, let's stabilize later."

You Jun chuckled, with deep dissatisfaction.

"Yao, hurry up!" Ming Qian turned his head and urged Yao to follow up as soon as possible. He felt that if he continued to chat with You Jun, the result would be very "tragic".

Haruka blinked his doggy eyes, not daring to speed up his pace.

Although he is not a human being, he is not stupid. You Jun is living a "two-person world" with his boss, and he is a light bulb.

After arriving home, Ming Qian couldn't wait to rush to the kitchen, as if there were ten thousand taels of gold in the kitchen calling him.

After noon today, they didn't eat anything. The business was so good at night that they didn't even have time to eat a piece of bread.

It is still the result of inexperience. They should eat early, and the time at four o'clock in the afternoon is just right.

"I'm too tired, let's cook noodles tonight." Ming Qian pushed open the kitchen door, poked his head out and asked.

Youjun sat on the sofa and turned on the TV: "It's up to you."

Now Youjun loves to watch anti-Japanese dramas the most. Mingqian explained to him several times that people are torn apart from the middle because of special effects or props, but Youjun just loves to watch them.

As a result, Ming Qian didn't want to go to the living room as long as he was at home.

This is not because Ming Qian hates anti-Japanese dramas so much, but that whenever the protagonist starts to pretend to be aggressive, he will feel embarrassed for the protagonist, and goose bumps will rise all over his body. Just looking at it can make him feel uncomfortable for a whole day, and thinking of the plot and the picture makes him want to Immortal.

Although Mingqian's cooking skills can only be said to be barely strong, but because of the blessing of Shishui, everything is delicious now.

Stone water cannot be regarded as a seasoning, but more like it can stimulate the original flavor of food and amplify the original flavor, so the stewed soup is more fragrant, instead of all the dishes that have been polished by it become only one flavor .

"Our hot pot restaurant should also prepare some snacks?" Ming Qian rubbed his chin while cooking noodles.

He thought for a while, and finally decided to postpone the snack until there were enough people.

Before going to bed, I have to ask Yao if there is no other family member who is willing to come to work.

The water in the pot was boiling, and the water vapor slowly rose, drilled through the crack of the door, and floated towards the living room.

The wisp of smoke dissipated slowly when it was about to touch Youjun, Youjun turned his head, and from his angle, he could only see the back of Mingqian busy in front of the stove.

Yao changed back to his original shape, and lay down on the balcony of the living room to rest. With Youjun in the living room, he didn't dare to curl himself up into a ball, so he could only lie there, ready to escape at any time.

Youjun doesn't know what "home" is in the eyes of the human race. His earliest concept of "home" comes from the Dongfu in the prehistoric period.

Now he has a little trance concept.

There are people in the "home", someone cooking in the kitchen, and a useless pet. Maybe it is "home" in the eyes of the human race?

It feels novel, but not bad.

·

"Mr. Yang, be careful yourself." The employee who hadn't been drinking parked his car at the gate of Mr. Yang's community.

Mr. Yang got off the back seat of the car without any fatigue on his face. He smiled and said: "It's only a few steps away? I haven't had a few sips of wine. Go back and let them know that you don't have to go to work tomorrow morning. In the afternoon Go to the company again."

The employee was exhausted: "Really?! Then why don't you just take a day off?"

Mr. Yang rolled his eyes: "Don't push yourself too hard! Let's see if we can get the stone with six figures tomorrow."

The employee made an OK gesture: "I promise to arrive in the afternoon."

Mr. Yang watched the car drive into the road. He exhaled a long breath, swiped his card and entered the community. There were insects chirping in the grass of the community, and stray cats hiding in the dark could be seen flashing by. He raised his head, Almost every house in the community has lights on, and he can always find the one that belongs to him.

While sitting in the elevator, he unbuttoned his jacket, which made a strangled neck much more comfortable.

When he opened the door, what greeted him was the small table lamp in the entrance that exuded dim light.

"Are you back?" The wife was sitting on the sofa in the living room. She was wearing a nightgown, and the air conditioner was on at home, so she wore a cloak on her body. She stood up when she heard the door open.

"Did you take your medicine before dinner?" the wife asked with a slight frown.

Mr. Yang said with a smile: "Of course you eat it. If you don't eat it, some people will feel distressed."

The wife is stubborn: "Who will love you? You don't look in the mirror, you are as old as a vegetable gangster. If you fall down, I will immediately go to the little boy, and all the money you earn will be spent by the boy."

Mr. Yang let out an "hey" and surrendered: "OK, please, you don't feel bad, don't feel bad."

"How did you unbutton it?" The wife was even more dissatisfied, "What should I do if I catch a cold from the wind?"

Mr. Yang: "...It was too hot when I was eating at night, so I untied it, not after eating."

The wife didn't listen to his nonsense: "Go take a shower, and make a video call with the dog after you take a shower."

Mr. Yang nodded, and said worriedly: "I don't know what happened to the dog over there."

Gou'er is their daughter, and Gou'er is a pet name for their children in their hometown.

No matter male or female, they are all dogs.

After taking a bath, Mr. Yang sat in the living room with his wife and played the video for his daughter. The family talked for nearly an hour before hanging up.

As soon as the video was hung up, the wife said: "Why don't we take the time to visit her? I'm always worried about her being outside alone. Otherwise, I'll persuade her to go back to China. Isn't she working on some kind of computer now? It's definitely in China. You can find her the same job."

Mr. Yang held a cup of hot water: "She is still young, so you can let her work hard on her own. If my parents asked me to go back to my hometown when I was young, I would definitely not go back."

His wife glared at him: "Can that be the same?!"

Mr. Yang: "What's the difference? The important thing is not where she is, but where she chooses."

He still remembered that when his daughter left, she swore to him and his wife that she must behave like a human being outside.

The daughter is like him, and also like her mother. She is as aggressive as him, and she is as tenacious as her mother.

Compared with his career in this life, his daughter is his greatest achievement. He wished the whole world knew that such a powerful and capable girl was his daughter.

So for the sake of his wife and daughter, he has to keep going. This year he didn't even dare to go for a physical examination because he was afraid that his wife and daughter would worry.

He knows his own body best. He sleeps less than four hours a day and is often dizzy. If he squats down, he can't stand up on his own.

"Go to bed early." The two returned to the master bedroom, said good night to each other, and lay down on the bed.

Mr. Yang was lying on the left side, and his wife was lying on her side, sleeping with her back to him.

This situation has been maintained for several years, and the two have not been intimate for a long time.

They are obviously a couple, lying on the same bed, but the gap between them is like a galaxy, separating them far away.

He stretched his arms cautiously, and put his hands on his wife's shoulders from behind.

The wife closed her eyes and said, "Stop making trouble, go to bed early."

Mr. Yang coughed lightly: "I want to try it tonight."

The wife was silent for a while, and the old couple would not be embarrassed. Her voice was tired: "Don't try it, it's a waste of time."

Mr. Yang: "..."

But the wife's refusal was only verbal.

·

In the early morning, Ming Qian lay on the bed and opened his eyes. The fatigue of the previous day was swept away. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and lingered on the bed for a while before sitting up, and stretched his waist comfortably. He got out of bed with bare feet, opened the curtains and looked out.

In summer, the dawn is early, and it is almost bright at six o'clock.

The sky was full of cumulus clouds, Ming Qian took out his mobile phone and checked the weather forecast, it really was light showers today.

He sent a text message to Yiyi, telling Yiyi to buy according to yesterday's menu, and Yiyi replied the message very quickly, almost in seconds.

Simply a great tool.

Mingqian decided to raise Yiyi's salary.

The matter of recruiting new employees can no longer be delayed.

Ming Qian turned around and saw You Jun getting up as expected. Speaking of which, You Jun didn’t seem to need to sleep and rest, but he would share the same bed with him every night. Ming Qian even began to get used to the feeling of someone beside him when he was sleeping. .

"I'm going to wash up first. Let's eat buns this morning. I haven't finished the buns I made before. Do you want to drink soy milk or porridge?" Ming Qian asked while taking off his pajamas.

Ever since he changed his clothes in front of You Jun, Ming Qian didn't care whether he was seen by You Jun at all.

He felt that there was nothing in his body that he could not see people. He even had a very stream-of-consciousness thought that the human body is made of bones and skin, which is no different from other animals. .

And You Jun is not even human.

You Jun had no clothes when he changed back to his original shape. If Mingqian had observed carefully at that time, he should have been able to see the place where You Jun "can't see people".

But even if Ming Qian saw it, You Jun would definitely not feel shy.

So even if You Jun sees him all, maybe he will only dislike his body for not being good enough.

Ming Qian took off his pajamas, and the belt of the pajama pants was slung across his hip bones. His body leaned back slightly, with his hips forward.

Mingqian's chest muscles are not very good, they can only be said to be there, but they cannot be said to be developed, at least they cannot be squeezed out.

On the contrary, the abdominal muscles and mermaid lines are very obvious. When wearing clothes, it will make people feel that he is thin. Only when he takes off his clothes can he see his good figure.

Youjun's eyes fell on Mingqian unabashedly.

Ming Qian was indifferent at first, but when he was about to change his pants, he finally couldn't bear it and said: "I know I'm in good shape, but you don't have to look at it for so long, do you?"

Youjun retorted subconsciously: "I'll see the better ones..."

I can't really say the word.

After all, he had never paid attention to the opposite sex, let alone the same sex, before he learned that he had a destined marriage.

For him, the beasts other than him are either enemies or future enemies.

Ming Qian quickly changed his pants after making sure that Youjun didn't look at it again.

After leaving the room, Ming Qian realized belatedly that You Jun had almost seen him all, but he had never seen You Jun without clothes, because You Jun didn't need to change clothes - it's not fair !

He lost!

You must find a chance to take a good look.

The important thing is not whether he can look at Youjun's body, but that there must be back and forth, what he pursues is fairness.

After steaming the buns in a pot, Ming Qian went to the bathroom to wash up.

He is a delicate man who not only washes his face with facial cleanser, but also puts on a layer of lotion.

When he was in high school, he also had acne. At that time, the routine of washing his face every day was more troublesome.

Yao came out of the room, and he kept his original shape, barking non-stop towards the closed door of the bathroom.

Ming Qian who was brushing his teeth could only open the door of the bathroom, and sat at the door. Seeing that Ming Qian was not in any danger, he turned his head and walked calmly to the kitchen to observe whether the buns were steamed.

Mingqian: "..."

So why did you ask me to open the door just now?

When she arrived at the store, Yiyi had already delivered the dishes to the back kitchen, and she had a spare key for the store.

The bosses who were already in the shop were almost all gathered around the entrance of Mingqian's shop.

The female bosses all love to watch Mingqian Youjun and Yao, while the male bosses all love to watch Yiyi.

"Xiao Ming, is that beauty your relative?" The single male boss pulled Ming Qian who had just arrived aside, and four or five people surrounded him.

"What's her name? Is she married? Does she have a boyfriend? What does she do?"

"It's not your girlfriend, is it?"

Ming Qian could only explain: "She is my employee and is responsible for grocery shopping. I don't know if she has a boyfriend, and I don't even know if she's married or not."

"I don't believe it, it's so beautiful that you specialize in grocery shopping?"

"Just tell the truth, so that we can give up."

Ming Qian said helplessly: "Go and ask yourself, but she can't speak, and the only way to communicate is by mobile phone."

The bosses said that it is not a big deal if they can't speak.

"I don't dare to ask. I can tell at a glance that she has high eyesight and definitely doesn't like me."

"Then, then I'll try."

"Xiao Ming, please push me her WeChat account."

"If it works, I'll give you a big red envelope."

……

Ming Qian could only laugh, and tried to break through the encirclement several times but couldn't break out.

The bosses still want to continue talking, they all think that as long as they hang around Mingqian, they will be able to get the moon soon.

Just when Ming Qian couldn't laugh or cry, You Jun didn't know when he stood opposite Ming Qian and behind the bosses.

"Why does my back feel a little cold?" The owner of the fried chicken shop with thinning hair touched the back of his head, turned around slowly, and met Youjun's eyes as soon as he looked up.

He froze in place, he didn't know how to place his hands and feet, his bones seemed to be frozen in ice, and his brain could no longer direct his body.

You Jun looked at Ming Qian with a cold tone: "Come out."

The bosses who surrounded Ming Qian in the crowd just now stopped talking, and even took a step back honestly, leaving a passage for Ming Qian to get out.

Ming Qian just walked into the store as if fleeing, if You Jun hadn't appeared suddenly, he would probably still be trapped inside.

If you don't have the courage to talk to Yiyi directly, you will only bully him, a weak and pitiful male compatriot, no wonder you are single!

"Yiyi, the salary we discussed last time does not count. I will give you and Yao a salary increase of one thousand." Mingqian said to Yiyi and Yao who were standing in the store.

Yiyi smiled at Mingqian, then finished typing on the phone and handed it to Mingqian.

"Thank you boss."

Yao became more unrestrained: "Can I raise another thousand? I can buy a game console after I get paid this month! The one I'm looking at is exactly 4999!"

Ming Qian: "...Why didn't you just say five thousand?"

Yao: "I don't know why the merchant doesn't just set [-]."

Ming Qian gritted his teeth: "If the business is not too bad every day this month, I will give you an extra thousand red envelopes, okay?"

Yao cheered: "The boss is the best!"

Yiyi doesn't seem to have much pursuit of money, she is still smiling, but the phone she handed to Mingqian reads - "Boss, can I come to work in the store? I can do other things besides grocery shopping."

After being surprised for a few seconds, Ming Qian became happy: "Okay, it happens that there is a shortage of waiters in the store, so you will receive two wages."

Yiyi shook her head and continued to type: "One copy is enough, I am not short of money."

Ming Qian: "No, then who am I? If you say two copies, it will be two."

Yiyi continued to smile at Mingqian.

When she smiled, her eyes were slightly curved, sincere and sweet.

Until Youjun's gaze stabbed at her like a needle.

Yiyi immediately restrained her smile, pursed her lips into a straight line, pretended that the person who was laughing just now was not herself, and then before You Jun could speak, she consciously rushed into the kitchen, trying to minimize her sense of existence like Yao.

Ming Qian hadn't realized what happened, he didn't realize until he turned his head and saw You Jun looking at him.

Youjun tilted his head slightly, as if he didn't do anything just now.

Ming Qian rubbed his face.

The bosses outside the store gradually dispersed, and Ming Qian also went to the back kitchen to cook the bottom ingredients, but when the bottom ingredients were being cooked, Youjun would go in and out of the back kitchen from time to time, and he didn't do anything after he came in, just stood there Beside Ming Qian, watching Ming Qian cook the bottom material.

as soon as he enters