private kitchen

After Guan Zhe left, He Qingshan specially made a pot of winter melon tea to cool off the heat and went to visit Mr. Zhou. Although Guan Zhe was very satisfied with this table dish, he always felt that he had no idea. The dish didn’t seem to be that good... …Perfect.

Mr. Zhou was just suffering from heatstroke, but his recovery was slower as he got older, but he was much better after lying at home for a few days. He was sitting on the sofa drinking winter melon tea, and after He Qingshan finished speaking, he sighed a long way: "Fortunately, the taste of Guan Zong is relatively strong, and the tea and the last pastry are also better paired, which relieves a lot of greasy, or these few dishes are wine and meat, and the taste is thick enough..."

He Qingshan lowered his head in embarrassment, and Mr. Zhou continued: "Even if the guest asks to do this, the dishes on this table must have a priority. What is the main flavor and what is the auxiliary flavor must be clearly distinguished. Use the same material for everything, you can find some substitutes, if everything has the same taste, then there will be no taste..."

He Qingshan nodded respectfully at the side and responded, Elder Zhou glanced at him, put the cup aside, his tone eased a lot: "But it's not bad, the dishes are all okay, Your craftsmanship has improved a lot during this period of time... There are still many things that need to be accumulated through experience... Don't worry..."

This seems to be the first time that Mr. Zhou praised him so much, He Qingshan was a little surprised, the corner of his mouth couldn't help hooking up, slightly proud, Lin Yize gave him a wink, and then filled up the winter melon tea at the side He handed it over again, and said with a flattering smile on his face: "It's not that you teach well... If you teach Qingshan more, he can improve faster..."

Elder Zhou looked at Lin Yize, pointed at him and laughed, then turned to look at He Qingshan: "Qingshan, why do you think you are so popular with your boss, your boss treats you so well I can't wait to squeeze out all my skills and teach you..."

He Qingshan's face turned red immediately. Mr. Zhou's words were originally a joke, and he didn't see anything wrong with him. After chatting with Lin Yize for a while, he remained enthusiastic When they were eating, He Qingshan faltered and found an excuse, dragged Lin Yize and ran away.

Lin Yize sat in the car and pinched his face: "Didn't Mr. Zhou say that you did a good job, why are you unhappy again?"

He Qingshan fastened his seat belt, his expression was very depressed: "You said... did they see something..."

"They?" Lin Yize felt that his dejected look was very interesting, so he lowered his voice to tease him: "Who are they..."

"Old Zhou and Brother Huzi..."

"Old Zhou..." Lin Yize rubbed his chin: "Old Zhou will definitely not notice that at his age, even if you tell him that we are in a relationship, he will not take it seriously...unless..." He squeezed with a sly smile In the past, the whole person lay on He Qingshan's body, and said viciously: "Unless, let's play a live version..."

"Go, go!!" He Qingshan pushed him away angrily: "You can't be serious!!"

"But you brother Huzi?" Lin Yize shrank back in the driver's seat, with a smirk on his face: "So what if he sees it, so what if he doesn't see it? He'll still sue your parents ?”

Lin Yize stared at him, and turned his head away for a while.

He also knew that even if Brother Huzi found out, he wouldn't tell his parents, but he still felt uneasy about being caught doing bad things.

Lin Yize also saw that he was really unhappy, so he quickly hugged his face and kissed it twice, He Qingshan pushed him away reflexively, but a smile appeared on his face involuntarily.

The days passed day by day, and there were no suitable guests for the next two weeks, but in order to keep the Humble Garden open to welcome guests, Lin Yize still picked two guests who were not far or near to entertain them. This time, he basically let go of his hand completely, letting He Qingshan take full charge of the cooking.

This little cook is getting more and more powerful, and his posture is getting more and more powerful. Compared with the timid one who followed behind Mr. Zhou at the beginning, now he is standing in front of the stove like a master chef who is planning strategies. Even the ordinary chef uniform seemed to become sparkling.

Now Mr. Zhou is a hands-off shopkeeper, happy and leisurely, sitting on the chair next to him, holding tea and chatting with Lin Yize, Lin Yize responded, but his eyes were completely on He Qingshan, and he couldn't speak. A little absent-minded.

Mr. Zhou said a sentence twice, seeing that he didn't respond, he stretched out his hand and pushed him: "What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing, nothing..." Lin Yize came back to his senses, smiled dryly, thinking that he was really crazy, He Qingshan could carve a radish flower and he could stare at it for a long time...

Mr. Zhou thought he was worried about He Qingshan's craftsmanship, and comforted him: "Don't worry, Qingshan's craftsmanship is fine..." He drank tea slowly, feeling a little proud of my family's young son: "At least, I see But, none of the chefs at his age can compare to Qing Shan..."

As he spoke, he thought for a while, and said with a trace of regret: "The other one is your mother, what a pity..."

Lin Yize's eyes darkened for a moment, he took a sip from the teacup, and replied kindly to change the topic.

The banquet went well this time, Lin Yize politely sent the guests away, and when he returned to the back kitchen, he saw Mr. Zhou talking to He Qingshan about some things to pay attention to. Mr. Zhou didn't lose his temper very much now, he just felt that he was not enough Tell He Qingshan all over the place, He Qingshan listens beside him, nodding his head humbly.

In Lin Yize's eyes, this picture of an obedient student is also very pleasing, he couldn't help but walk over, when He Qingshan saw him coming, he couldn't help glancing at him from the corner of his eyes, that sneaky look made Lin Yize The corners of the mouth couldn't help but curl up.

After all, Mr. Zhou was old and ill. He stayed in the back kitchen all afternoon, feeling a little tired. After a few words, he went home to rest.

As soon as Mr. Zhou left, Fengzi and the other kitchen assistants all looked away, and He Qingshan was still busy in the back kitchen, not knowing what he was doing.

"What are you doing..." Lin Yize hugged him from behind, He Qingshan hit his chest back, Lin Yize yelled twice, and bit his face.

He Qingshan chuckled, turned around and bit it, the two of them were making love in the back kitchen, Lin Yize held He Qingshan's face in his hands, and pecked hard on it a few times: "Little cook, Why do I like you so much now!!"

He Qingshan laughed and grabbed his face, and pulled it out forcefully, Lin Yize grabbed his hand, put it in his mouth and sucked a few more mouthfuls, then pulled his head and sucked deeply.

The two of them were in full swing, and suddenly heard the sound of a palm tree from behind, He Qingshan struggled twice, pushed Lin Yize away, and saw Mr. Zhou standing at the door dumbfounded, the crutch in his hand had already fallen to the ground.

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