luck on thursday

Mr. Borg is still wearing casual clothes now, instead of the chef's uniform, he looks much more approachable than the last time we met, and he greeted him in an easy-going way.

He smiled and said, "Joe, it's almost time to go to work. I thought you forgot the time. Come and see if there is a boy still in the restaurant."

Lin Qingyang relaxed a little, and walked behind him, but there was still something wrong with her body: "I'm sorry, Mr. Borg, I tend to forget the time when I get excited."

"It's not a big deal, don't be so restrained." Borg said tolerantly.

They went to the staff locker room to change their uniforms together, and then went into the back kitchen together. During the non-stop chat, Mr. Boger kept talking about the chef's problems in Colin.

It's a pity that Lin Qingyang has never learned anything, and his experience is only during his time as a helper. His knowledge in this area is terribly weak: "Sorry...Mr. Borg, I don't know."

Borg frowned, his face looked very serious, he thought for a while, and then asked another question.

Lin Qingyang subconsciously moved a little further away from him. The current Mr. Boge is very similar to his middle school instructor, at least the way of asking and the tone of voice are exactly the same.

That instructor was a nightmare in Lin Qingyang's life. Every time he couldn't borrow money from his adoptive parents to pay tuition, he would look at people with his nostrils, blow contemptuously to express his dissatisfaction, and then coldly Throwing away a sentence, tell him to collect the tuition fee within a week.

Therefore, Lin Qingyang also begged his parents countless times to go to the office to pay the tuition fee for him, because he really didn't want to face the cold face of the instructor alone, which made people unable to eat a meal for three days, or after a round of cynicism, he would become languid. out of the office.

Although his parents never agreed to his prayer.

However, Mr. Borg did not mock him in a sharp and mean tone, but patiently told him the answer and explained some childish questions.

Lin Qingyang himself felt that some questions were ridiculous, but Mr. Boge still used the most concise words to sort out the complicated information. Lin Qingyang felt that he had gained a lot from following this good-tempered chef all afternoon. Made great progress!

"Thank you, sir." Lin Qingyang thanked gratefully.

Mr. Borg just finished making a soup. He wiped his hands and smiled gently: "You are also a quick learner, and you are a rare good student, but..."

"But?" Lin Qingyang took a deep breath.

"However, your foundation is too poor. I'm afraid you haven't even studied professional knowledge systematically." Borg thought for a while and made a suggestion, "Are you free after get off work? I have a few books from my youth at home." Professional books, I can lend you to study carefully."

"That's really great!" Lin Qingyang responded with a smile.

The roommate pulled the bow tie off his neck tiredly, shook his head from side to side, and made a sound of bones snapping from his neck.

He stretched vigorously, yawned, and squinted to look the other way.

Lin Qingyang stood at the other end of the dressing room, facing the wide open cabinet, but this newly promoted apprentice chef did not change into the light dormitory clothes he was accustomed to in the past, but thought for a moment, and seriously put on a slightly formal dress some clothes.

The roommate walked over kicking his shoes and hooked his shoulders: "Hey, you don't need to dress so formally when you stay in the dormitory to rest, right? It's not easy to even lie down. Or, Joe, do you want to go out?"

Lin Qingyang nodded with a smile, with obvious joy on his face.

"That's right," he replied lightly, his blue eyes shining with light, "Mr. Borg invited me to his house, he said he would teach me something, and he also said that he could give me some books!"

The roommate raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Wow! That's really good! Don't forget me when you're developed."

He narrowed his eyes with a smile, and deliberately poked Lin Qingyang's waist with his elbow.

Lin Qingyang hid with a smile, and opened his arms to him: "Help me see, there is no mirror here, and I don't know how to wear this, after all, I don't have other clothes that look more formal."

Of course it is very good. Lin Qingyang's waistline has been pinched out carefully. The style of clothes is very simple, but she has a slender waist and long legs. Coupled with the delicate face of a mixed race, even if she doesn't dress up very much, she can still wear clothes worth a hundred or two hundred to look high-end. texture.

The roommate applauded him: "Great!"

Lin Qingyang twisted her waist in embarrassment.

He seldom wears this style of clothes. In the past, he mostly wore casual uniforms, or he wore part-time job uniforms directly on his body. Wearing such newly bought formal clothes is still... It was when he graduated from junior high school.

After changing clothes and stuffing necessities such as mobile phones into the black bag, Lin Qingyang waved: "Then I'm leaving!"

He left the Morgan Hotel, after thinking about it, he still gritted his teeth and took a taxi. This place is some distance away from the subway, no matter what he thought, it would be faster to take a taxi, and he couldn't make people wait too long. He was delayed for at least half an hour just changing clothes up!

Lin Qingyang sat in the back seat of the taxi, pursed the corners of her lips with a smile, and combed her hair a little.

Not long after, he rang the doorbell of Mr. Borg's house, and it was Mrs. Borg who opened the door, a kind lady, who warmly invited him in.

"Mr. Lun? Would you like some black tea, or a piece of chocolate almond biscuit? Please don't refuse my craftsmanship." She happily brought out a tray from the kitchen with exquisite refreshments on it, exquisite and attractive in appearance, It exudes the unique aroma of tea and baked pastries.

Lin Qingyang was flattered and quickly waved her hands: "No, no, I had dinner before I came, it's really..."

"Dessert is good after a meal, isn't it?" said Mrs. Bogue with a smile.

Lin Qingyang really couldn't refuse the enthusiastic wife's kindness, so she twisted a piece of biscuit and chewed it slowly.

When he looked at this warm and comfortable home, Mr. Borg walked out with a smile full of apology: "Sorry, Joe, I only found four books for you, and I don't know where I put the other one."

Lin Qingyang quickly waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay, there are four books that I read slowly and they are already very good, I will write down the name of that book, and just go and buy it by myself."

Mr. Borg sighed: "I promised to give it to you, but suddenly I can't find it."

Mrs. Bogue thought for a while, and pointed to the back: "Is it in the utility room? When the assistant Mr. left your study last time, it suddenly became very messy inside, so I helped you tidy it up." , Maybe some books take up too much space, so I put them behind."

Mr. Assistant came last time?

Lin Qingyang inadvertently noticed that Mr. Boge's expression was a little subtle, and smiled like a disguise, and walked to the utility room: "Maybe, I'll look for it."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked away in a hurry, his back was really a bit hasty.

Mrs. Boge also picked up a cup of black tea, and chatted with Lin Qingyang: "Obviously we had a good relationship before, and they all said that we would accept him as a formal student, why suddenly..."

Lin Qingyang keenly noticed the point in her words: "You mean, Mr. Assistant?"

Mrs. Bogue sighed: "Yes, I often invited him to come to my house to play before. Last time I suddenly had a big fight, and then lost my temper and left. I never came again, saying that I resigned, and then I hired him." You... I don't know what's going on, it's so strange."

Lin Qingyang didn't want to get involved in the psychological activities of the previous one, which seemed a little weird: "Uh, maybe it's just some different ideas, or it's just that there is an urgent matter at home."

"I'm not sure." Mrs. Bogue sighed.

At this time, there was a sound from the utility room, Mr. Boge closed the door of the utility room, and there was an extra book in his hand. Lin Qingyang was flattered and continued: "Thank you, thank you, Mr. Bogue!"

Mr. Borg smiled and said, "Remember to study hard later."

"Okay." Lin Qingyang agreed with a smile, and opened the book under the direction of Mr. Boge.

Mrs. Borg picked up the tray and urged Mr. Borg and Lin Qingyang to study in the study room. There are more comfortable seats and a large desk inside, and there is enough space for the young long legs to not stretch out The coffee table cannot be stretched.

Lin Qingyang picked up the book and walked into the study under the guidance of Mr. Borg. The door closed behind him. Mrs. Borg's cheerful voice came through the door: "Then I won't bother you."

The study room is not very big, but the bookshelves on both sides are full of books. Lin Qingyang went over to look curiously, and saw a whole row of original books whose covers he couldn't understand.

Mr. Borg said with a smile: "These are the original editions. I paid a lot of money to buy them."

Lin Qingyang praised sincerely: "It looks really good."

He looked around and saw a few photos on the wooden cabinet in the study, including a single photo of Mr. Borg and a group photo with Mrs. Borg. They seemed to have no children, and there were no silhouettes of young people in the photos.