Chapter 797 The Hardship of a Job

Chapter 797 797. The bitterness of a job

The rain lasted longer than expected, and the sun didn't come out for a whole week.

Everyone went from expectation at the beginning to numbness now, and Wulan began to dislike her quilt getting damp!

Not only the quilt, but also the things in the warehouse were well packed, but in this kind of weather, the humidity was everywhere!

At this moment, she began to miss the warehouse on the mountain. It was so big and specially dried. If it weren't for the inconvenience of putting the ingredients at home there, she wouldn't have to worry about it now.

In this weather, the only one who was still busy was Song Youde - he stopped making straw mats at the beginning of the month, and he took over the batch of curtains and cushions from Boss Chang, and now he has finished it.

Apart from them, there were only Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun left.

Qiao Qiao's courses were arranged particularly richly on rainy days, and he was smarter than ordinary children. Now he made rapid progress and had already started learning quadratic equations.

Teaching such students, the sense of achievement is enough to make Xin Jun smile every day, and he really feels like a teacher.

In contrast, there is Wu Lei who is holding cattle and sheep information and burying his head in reading, and Zhang Yanping who is numb in front of the computer.

The former is about to be entrusted with an important task, and has been subjected to the double oppression of family and physics. Now he is extremely painful to carry the information specially compiled by Professor Song.

If it is not for that rice bowl, who would want to suffer this kind of pain? !

And what about Zhang Yanping?

He is in charge of the online store. Now there is nothing in the store, which should be very easy.

But the problem is that the number of fans has increased rapidly recently. I don’t know who recommended it. At about the same time, they all came to send him messages in the background.

[Is anyone there? Why is there nothing in the store? ]

[How is sour cowpea sold? ]

[How is rice sold? Is Beicheng free shipping? ]

[How is Tremella sold? When will it be on the shelves? 】

[I can't get this tea, boss. Can you sell it for 1,000 yuan per pound? Send it to Beicheng]

Beicheng, Beicheng, Beicheng!

Zhang Yanping was annoyed: Where did these new fans come from? Did they not watch any of the live broadcasts, or did they not look at the store carefully? His details page has written about the current situation.

Moreover, the tea is limited in supply every day, which is a benefit. If he adds 1,000 yuan per pound, why doesn't he sell it directly to Boss Chang?

These people asked over and over again, and they asked more actively at mealtime. Every time he came back from dinner, there would be dozens of unread messages.

Some even said that they were chefs of a five-star hotel in Beicheng and wanted to talk about supply.

Oh, don't you know how far Beicheng is? What's more, where can I get the goods? They are all supplied to Boss Chang.

But, all the people who come are customers.

Zhang Yanping was arrogant, but when he was a customer service representative, he could call "darling" and "baby" very smoothly, so it took a lot of effort to get rid of this group of people.

Then he couldn't help but feel complacent: Oh, Tan Tan's products will soon radiate all over the country, and star-rated hotels will come to ask!

In two years, will Michelin chefs have to take root here?

Thinking about it this way, the irritation caused by most repetitive questions gradually became tolerable.

But he can tolerate it, but some people can't.

Since coming to Beicheng, Lu Chuan has never had a good meal.

Let's not talk about not eating enough for the first meal, and then it's almost like every meal time is surrounded and blocked, from Director Zhang to the art director, each one is thicker than the other.

It's a pity that there is a wolf in front and a chef behind. Lao Zhong wants to pester him three times a day, asking for the seller's contact information, saying that the online store has nothing.

He had asked the other party about this matter, and the other party clearly said that it would be troublesome to order too many friends, so he would not add new friends...

Look, it was 5:00 in the afternoon, and Lao Zhong was still guarding the small locked cabinet, sighing, looking depressed, and not moving.

He didn't move, but the chefs next to him were itching to find a topic to ask him: "It's this time, why haven't you cooked yet?"

Lao Zhong was dejected: "I won't cook today, the customer said he had something to go out for."

This is strange!

After coming here for two or three days, because these ingredients are too unique, the whole kitchen has paid more attention to Lao Zhong's customer, Mr. Lu.

Who doesn't know that he has a special physique, and he feels uncomfortable when he walks a few steps outside?

That day, he was rubbed by the portrait held by his fans at the door of the hotel - really!

The front desk has reported it on the spot several times. It was just a light rub, and the other party's elbow was really red and a bright mark was left.

The fan was originally angry because he didn't see his idol, but when he saw this, he lost all his pride and stood there holding his portrait, bowing and apologizing to him...

Really, it looks so serious, as if he could go to the hospital at any time.

Lu Chuan is good-looking, and when his arm was rubbed, some people gasped in pain. In this way, the whole hotel knew that Mr. Lu was really sensitive when he said that he had a sensitive constitution.

He put on a mask again, didn't go out of the house, and didn't do anything else every day except discussing...

Everyone felt accustomed to it.

But such a person now said that he had something to do when he went out?

What was it?

A group of people in the kitchen were looking forward to it, and they were losing their passion for the work at hand.

After all, if the other party went out, Lao Zhong would not cook dinner.

If they didn't cook dinner, how could they observe the ingredients carefully from the side?

Alas!

For a while, the whole kitchen was depressed.

Lu Chuan, who was at the center of the topic, had already arrived at Dongjiang Airport.

It has been three days since he came to Beicheng. His candied roasted chestnuts have been stored at the property for a day, and his chilled radish leaves have been stored for ten hours!

If these good things were broken in the box, he would regret it himself.

Of course, as long as he tells Lu Jing, his mother will definitely not mind helping him.

But the problem is that Lu Jing doesn't have these things. If she is asked to take care of them, I'm afraid she will have to take care of them in her stomach in the end.

Lu Chuan was not such a person without self-control, but these three days were really like a year.

Although extra meals were arranged every day, not only did he not have enough to eat, he also couldn't go to the gym!

After thinking about it, I still couldn't bear it anymore and decided to go back overnight to pack up the express delivery.

But there was no way to explain this reason. He had already discussed it with Director Zhang and planned to stay for at least a week this time. Now he was going back at night after only three days. Could it be that he had to tell everyone that he was going back to collect the express delivery?

Thinking of this group of stalking people, he frowned, and then decided to put his phone on silent mode.

When the plane to the imperial capital took off from Dongjiang Airport, in the hotel, Lao Zhong, who was about to get off work reluctantly, was still sitting in front of the small cabinet with a bench, holding the key in his hand, struggling to walk on the edge of violating professional ethics. :

"I'll just open it and take a look, I'll just take a look...I'm really not a cook, how can I read it..."

Update two, good night.

There will be 800 chapters soon. As expected of me, I write so slowly!

I don't want to either...