private kitchen

This... This seems to be what he said, He Qingshan didn't adjust his expression for a while, and looked at him dumbfounded, but Lin Yize naturally stretched his waist and stood up, and took it for granted from his bag. Get out your toothbrush and towel...

It was planned long ago, He Qingshan stared at the towel in his hand expressionlessly, and his tone was full of sarcasm: "Boss Lin also brought a toothbrush and towel with him... What a good habit!!" Lin Yize turned around with the toothbrush Smiling too far, showing 8 white teeth: "When I was shopping for vegetables, the price was on sale, so I bought it by the way! Hey, it's getting late, you should go to bed early..."

He Qingshan wondered why this person is like this, but after all, he is the landlord and only a tenant, and it is not a big deal to stay for one night, so he had to laugh dryly, gritted his teeth and said, "Well, boss, you should also go to bed earlier. "

Lin Yize turned around with a smile and went to wash his face and brush his teeth. He Qingshan stared at his back and shook his head, turned around and went back to his own room. He had just spread the quilt when he heard a knock on the door. He opened the door and saw that Lin Yize stood at the door and revealed A mouthful of white teeth: "Oh yes, bring me a quilt, you can't let me sleep on the bed board!"

He Qingshan looked at him, then resignedly opened the cabinet, took out a quilt from inside, and stuffed it into Lin Yize's arms.

After washing, Boss Lin looked very refreshed, but he looked a few years younger than usual. He hugged the quilt and grinned: "Thank you!" He hugged the quilt but did not leave, smiling Looking at He Qingshan, He Qingshan followed him inside and outside the door for a long time, and finally lost the battle, resigned to his fate and went to make his bed.

When He Qingshan moved in that guest room, he tidied it up well. Although he doesn't live in this room, it was cleaned cleanly. He Qingshan spread out the quilt and mattress for him, and brought a pillow to soften it. He sat upright on the bed.

Lin Yize lay on the soft quilt and let out a long and comfortable breath. He has bought this house for 3,4 or [-] years, and it has been vacant for less than a month. He never thought that he would rent out the house It's over, and I ran over to rub against it again.

There still seemed to be a faint smell of preserved egg and lean meat porridge in the room. He smacked his lips as if reminiscing, as if he was still reminiscing. To be honest, he is a person who pays more attention to privacy, and even his former lovers seldom keep it. , Hmm... This little cook is good-looking, but his temper is really unlovable. He really doesn't think much of him. He just thinks it's a pity to only drink this preserved egg and lean meat porridge for one meal.

This little cook, he turned over and let out a long sigh. He bought the ingredients, and he was watching from the side when he was cooking. There is nothing special about this kid's techniques, steps, and ingredients, but the taste of his cooking is better than that of ordinary people. Everything is much better, he turned over, slightly jealous, talent is really...

The next day He Qingshan woke up in a daze, rubbed his eyes and went to the toilet to drain the water. He vaguely felt a smell in the room, so he walked to the kitchen following the smell, and saw Lin Yize cooking the leftover porridge from yesterday. Pour it back into the pot to heat it up, He Qingshan was taken aback by him, it took him a long time to realize that his boss slept here yesterday.

Lin Yize was in a good mood, humming a song and watching the porridge churn in the pot, when he heard him coming, he turned his head and smiled: "Morning Qingshan!"

"Ah? Ah! The boss is early too!" He Qingshan leaned against the door and let out a sigh, looking at him: "Boss Lin got up so early!"

"Early risers have something to eat!!" Lin Yize turned his head, looked him up and down, smiled meaningfully and said, "Come over to eat as soon as you put on your pants!" He murmured softly, "It's pretty white." ..."

Only then did He Qingshan realize that he was only wearing a pair of shorts, and when he said it felt chilly underneath, he didn't care, he let out a smirk, turned around and went in to put on his pants.

The breakfast was quite hearty. Yesterday I boiled porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat. Although it was a bit sticky today, it still tasted good. He Qingshan fried two slices of steamed buns. Layers of eggs, fried crispy and golden, Yu Qinghong picked some toon sprouts in the old house last month, pickled them into pickles and now they are served on the table, with the unique taste of toon, Lin Yize bought some egg whites yesterday Sliced ​​intestines were also served.

The two had a delicious breakfast, Lin Yize stretched contentedly, shook the key, and raised his eyebrows: "Shall we go together?"

He Qingshan was in a good mood today, he ate a good breakfast and got a ride, so when he was changing clothes in the back kitchen, he hummed a little tune.

Someone bumped his back suddenly. He Qingshan turned his head and saw that it was a little chef he was not familiar with. He seemed to be Chef Liu's subordinate. He hid to the side in some puzzlement: "What's wrong?"

"Xiao He, your car is really nice!" The little chef winked and said, "BMW x5, it's worth millions, right?"

He Qingshan snorted, and said indifferently: "Where do I have the money to buy a car, it's not my car, I hitchhiked here!"

The little chef snorted again, and said as if looking for something to say: "Hey, why do I see that car as if it belonged to Mr. Lin?"

He Qingshan felt a little baffled, glanced at him, and stopped talking, focusing on buttoning his chest.

The little chef leaned over again as if unwilling to give up: "You don't live in the dormitory, do you?"

He Qingshan thought to himself that if I don't live in the dormitory, isn't it because you and those other people squeezed me out?There was no good tone: "Yes!"

The little chef immediately asked again: "Then where do you live now?"

He Qingshan had long been annoyed by his shameless questioning, and he couldn't answer every sentence, so he said coldly: "Puhua Garden..." turned and walked out.

He Qingshan no longer shreds potatoes and radishes. He already has some basic skills, but he is not so particular about how to do it smoothly in the small shop these years. He was trained by Mr. Zhou for a month, and now his hand feels better. Now, Mr. Zhou asked him to practice knife skills for another 2 hours every day, and began to let him practice seasoning and cooking with a few chefs.

He Qingshan practiced cleanly and neatly for the day, and then he was sent by Chef Wang who brought him to prepare the ingredients.

He walked into the warehouse, opened the freezer, and was preparing to pick a suitable piece of beef, when he heard the sound of turning over the freezer next to him, accompanied by the voices of several people.

"He's just a small handyman, how can he afford to rent a house in Puhua Garden?" That frivolous voice was the little chef who asked him in the morning.

The person next to him laughed, and said slowly, as if he knew everything, "He is not a simple little cook, I heard that he has a deep background, and he seems to have something to do with the original four famous chefs, cut it! Can you be taught by Mr. Zhou so hands-on without any basis?"

"I said, it's so annoying all day long!!" The little chef's voice suddenly became mysterious: "Hey, I heard that our Boss Lin has a house in Puhua Garden... our boss..." The voice paused After a while: "I heard it's a good bite~~"

There was silence for a while, and suddenly there was a low, obscene noise.

He Qingshan had been listening behind them, and when he heard the two laughing happily, he suddenly slammed the door of the refrigerator hard.

The door slammed, and the two of them were startled. They turned to look at him with embarrassing expressions on their faces.

He Qingshan shook the beef in his hand, and walked out with a dark face.

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