Laid-off and re-employment

Yan Zhuoying finished handling things in the company, and deliberately set off to the Arc de Triomphe ahead of time, wanting to avoid the busiest meal time and not trouble Zhang Bieyu, but as soon as he turned the corner, he saw the entrance of the Arc de Triomphe decorated with lights and festoons, and a young man was holding a gong .

He was taken aback, thinking it was a celebration of how many years Napoleon had been on the throne, but when he looked at the signboard, he saw that it was a celebration of the New Year, and there was this upside-down blessing posted on the door, which can be said to be a cultural exchange combining Chinese and Western cultures.

Zhang Qianping stood at the door with the gong in hand, only to see so many pairs of eyes looking at him, and instantly pursed his mouth and became nervous.But failing the subject was a foregone conclusion, and he was willing to go all out for the make-up examination fee for the new semester!

"Boom——" Zhang Qianping yelled with the sound of a gong, "Celebrate the New Year! From four o'clock to five o'clock, desserts and drinks are half price!"

"No need for two people, no need for a second cup, half price, half price, half price directly!" Zhang Qianping knocked the gong three times in a row, hitting Yan Zhuoying's head so DuangDuangDuang, I don't know what kind of trick Zhang Bieyu is doing.

And Zhang Bieyu in the store leaned on the counter and smiled evilly at the customers who kept coming into the store. This is the country I have laid down!

If a discount is a temptation, then half price is a fatal temptation, and it is an inescapable disaster in the fate of Chinese people.Pay the same money and eat twice the amount, the Bodhisattva will say yes after hearing this.

The first round of the defense of the Arc de Triomphe is the beginning of the afternoon tea discount offensive. The guests may make a small profit, but they will never lose money.

Zhang Bieyu looked towards the door, and was about to say that the villain must fight me with something, when he saw Yan Zhuoying, who was wearing a mask, walking towards him.

Instantly restrained the unfriendly smile on his face, and put on a gentle disguise, Zhang Bieyu watched him walk in front of him, and said warmly, "Here you are, are you hungry?"

"Not hungry." Yan Zhuoying raised his chin towards the door: "What are you doing at your door? Is it your new year's marketing campaign?"

"No, it's a self-defense counterattack against malicious competitors." Zhang Bieyu pursed his lips instantly and said, "Didn't you see it when you came in just now? There are two shops on the opposite side, one is called Kaixuan Hotel and the other is called Menkaixuan. "

Yan Zhuoying didn't pay attention to the sound of the gong just now, but when he heard what Zhang Bieyu said, he hurried to the door to look again, and sure enough, he saw two new stores, both of which were carrying triumphs.

He returned to Zhang Bieyu and said, "Let me help you find a lawyer to file a lawsuit. This should be regarded as infringement."

But Zhang Bieyu shook his head: "It takes time, energy, and money to go to court. As long as my business here is better than theirs, these stores will not be successful."

He raised his chin towards the front: "Didn't you see that there were quite a lot of customers at their door just now, and now when I hit the gong, they were all called over by me. In fact, the diners don't care what your name is, what is his name, Taste is the signature, and customers won’t be able to escape if it tastes good.”

But Yan Zhuoying saw him through at a glance: "You just think that it costs money to hire a lawyer for a lawsuit, and you don't want to spend money."

"You don't care about me." Zhang Bieyu smiled at him, "Fan Fei has prepared some nasty food for you, let's go, I will take you there."

The two went directly upstairs to the private room. Zhang Feifan had been waiting for a long time with his own food. He had a solemn expression and was holding a tray in his hand.

"What's inside?" Zhang Bieyu asked.

Zhang Feifei said: "Fanfei's special sandwich."

This name is similar to Lao Ba's secret hamburger, Zhang Bieyu frowned instantly, feeling a bad feeling.

"Brother Yan, are you ready?" Zhang Feifan looked at his handsome Yan brother, and said seriously: "If you are not ready, I think you can prepare again."

How can you get a tiger cub if you don't enter the tiger's den?Yan Zhuoying had already made up his mind to dedicate himself to art when he determined his own development path, so what is a sandwich?

Thinking about it, Yan Zhuoying waved his hand: "I'm ready, you come."

Hearing this, Zhang Feifei stretched out his hand to remove the cover, and an ordinary sandwich appeared on the dinner plate.Zhang Bieyu raised his brows, thinking that this was all he wanted, but suddenly he wrinkled his nose and smelled a strong pungent smell.

Help!Zhang Bieyu immediately held his breath and leaned back on the chair: "Zhang Feifan, don't you need money for coriander? Why do you put so much?"

Zhang Feifei took a deep breath, and said intoxicatedly, "This is the fragrance that stimulates the appetite. This is the smell that Brother Zhang can't understand."

"You fart!" Zhang Bieyu stretched out his hand and pinched his nose and breathed out with his mouth, "I'm super, this smell is too strong."

Zhang Feifei ignored him, just looked at Yan Zhuying fixedly and asked, "Brother Yan, what do you think?"

"I think it's okay." Yan Zhuoying doesn't hate coriander, he even likes it a little bit. He reached out to pick up the sandwich and sniffed it carefully and asked, "What else is in it?"

"Don't you know after you taste it?" Zhang Feifei's eyes lit up, "Don't worry, this definitely meets the standard of light food, and it can be included in our Triumph Selected Light Food menu."

"No, thank you." Zhang Bieyu pinched his nose and said in a low voice.

He turned his head to look at Yan Zhuoying, who was about to persuade him to let it go, when he saw him open his mouth wide, and half of the sandwich disappeared in one gulp.

Then he chewed a couple of mouthfuls, and suddenly stopped there.

This second suddenly becomes very slow. If tears are a little sweet and a little salty, then what is this fishy, ​​bitter and grassy flavor?

These kinds of wonderful flavors were mixed together, and as his chewing exploded in his mouth, the universe exploded in Yan Zhuoying's mind. He began to think that if the end of the universe is in Tieling, where is the end of time?

The taste in his mouth became heavier and heavier, and his mind began to become confused. If he didn't spit it out quickly, the end of his dog's life would be today.

Zhang Bieyu saw that the situation was not good, so he stretched out his hand and slapped Yan Zhuoying on the back, and directly induced vomiting physically, making him spit out the contents of his mouth with a "yue", and then coughed heart-rendingly.

It's fucking unpalatable!

Zhang Feifei, who was on the side, made a gun with his fingers together, pouting like a cowboy in the west, and casually blew the non-existent ashes on his fingertips, and said lightly: "I won."

"Win a fart! Pour water quickly!" Zhang Bieyu stretched out his hand and patted Yan Zhuoying's back, and said with great distress: "If you tell you not to eat, you should eat it, you deserve it!"

Yan Zhuoying coughed so darkly that he didn't have time to answer Zhang Bieyu's question. He felt that he was exhaling more air than inhaling, so he covered his chest and said in a hoarse voice: "What's in it?"

Zhang Feifei looked at him and said coldly: "Zheer root and bitter gourd sauce, I call it the taste of love."

Yan Zhuoying gasped, and wanted to ask Zhang Feifei what exactly you had experienced, but that wonderful taste was still lingering in his mouth, it was obviously someone else's honey, but at this moment it became his own arsenic.

His face turned pale, Zhang Bieyu helped him to sit on a chair and wipe his mouth, and after a while, Yan Zhuoying still didn't give up, he grabbed another piece of light bread and put it in his mouth, but the result was also unpalatable and made him want to vomit.

Yan Zhuoying tremblingly said to Zhang Feifan: "Why is this bread still sour? Feifan, you won't buy me expired products, right?"

Zhang Feifei clicked his tongue: "How is that possible? This is the German rye bread I specially obtained from Sister Qiao, imported from a high-end brand, and I exchanged it with freshly made chili peppers from the back kitchen."

Zhang Bieyu had heard of this bread before, and he said, "Why don't you heat it up, the bread won't be sour after being heated up."

Zhang Feifei was puzzled: "Didn't Brother Yan say you want to eat bad food? Then I must have made it in the direction of bad taste. Why heat him up?"

Yan Zhuoying: ...

I'm sorry, I set you free.

Yan Zhuoying, who lifted a rock and smashed himself in the foot, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and said with a sigh of relief: "You are right, it is indeed the unpalatable thing I said."

"Actually, it's not just these. I started searching online. There are other canned herring and blue cheese that meet Brother Yan's requirements, but they all need to be purchased online. If you can't get them today, you have to wait a few days."

Zhang Feifan is gearing up for a big fight here, and Yan Zhuoying stretches out his hand and pats him on the shoulder, saying earnestly: "Fan Fei, I just need to control my food intake and appetite for a short time because of filming, it's not because I can't think about it. I'm going to die. I still want to live to be a hundred years old to watch the Olympics, do you understand?"

Yan Zhuoying looked at him and said with sincerity: "Ordinary, ordinary and unpalatable is fine."

Zhang Feifan blinked and said without thinking, "Then it's better to go to the cafeteria."

"There are delicious canteens and bad canteens, and only internal employees can enter the canteens. How do you tell your brother Yan to get in?" Zhang Bieyu was speechless. So I'm here to try it out today?"

Zhang Feifei choked: "If the cook hears about it, he may be assassinated."

"That's not the end?" Zhang Bieyu thought for a while, and felt that the taste could be ordinary and unpalatable, which would be unpalatable, but the color and aroma could be tampered with.

He stretched out his hand and hooked Zhang Feifan, and the other party immediately listened to him, listening to his Brother Zhang for any new instructions.

After he finished speaking, Zhang Feifan nodded to Zhang Bieyu, and left the private room with a sandwich.Yan Zhuoying watched his back, leaned over quickly and asked, "What did you just tell him?"

"I didn't say anything, just wait and see later." Zhang Bieyu raised his cup and smiled at him, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable? Do you want to drink two more sips of water?"

There was no one else in the room, facing Zhang Bieyu's gentle Yan Zhuoying immediately relaxed, not only drank water from Zhang Bieyu's hand, but also wanted to take the opportunity to hug him.

I missed seeing each other for two days, Yan Zhuoying, the fighter of pure love, didn't want to do anything else, just wanted to hold hands and hug each other, and then bite their ears together and each of them took a bite of an apple.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Zhang Bieyu grabbed him in front of his face and smelled it, then he let go of his hand with a frown and said, "Your hand smells like coriander."

Yan Zhuoying: ...

The damage is not high, the insult is very strong.

Love is not worth mentioning in front of coriander. Yan Zhuoying washed his hands with tears in his eyes. After repeated scrubbing to make sure there was no smell, he stretched out his hand and said to Zhang Bieyu, "Is there no smell now? I can hug you now!"

Zhang Bieyu stretched out his hand to him, but Zhang Feifan came in with the food at this moment, and said with a happy face, "The food is ready, Brother Yan, come and taste it."

Yan Zhuoying looked at him speechlessly: "Extraordinary, why are you so fast?"

It's not okay for a man to be so fast.

"Fried vegetables on a high fire are fast." Zhang Feifei seemed to be shooting an advertisement for a stove, with a smile on his face.

He slowly put the dishes in his hands on the table, the white plate and the blue meat, the impact of the color is too much, and the eyes are painful.

Zhang Bieyu gave Zhang Feifan an approving look, as worthy of being his brother, he understood his own spirit in just a few words.

Zhang Feifan introduced to the numb Yan Zhuying with a smile on his face: "This plate of cola chicken wings is a color-changed and reduced-fat version. I call it the blue demon chicken. Brother Yan, come and taste it."

Yan Zhuoying felt full when he saw the color, he swallowed, and after confirming again and again that the food was edible, Yan Zhuoying slowly put the chicken in his mouth.

Chicken wings have become a must-have chicken breast for a fat-reducing meal, but the taste is still the same, even a little delicious.But when he opened his eyes and looked at its appearance, Yan Zhuoying felt his stomach tumbling again.

He swallowed the food in his mouth with difficulty, showing a tired smile: "This kind is very good."

Men should be tough on themselves!