Straight guy, he overturned

1 Promise

After the crowd left, Jia Dingyu also came to Li Qi's side smoothly, glanced behind Li Qi, but did not see Mo Xiangbei.

Puzzled and asked: "Where's your little boy?"

Li Qi was somewhat displeased with this title.

Frowning slightly, he glanced at Jia Dingyu, who was gossiping, and said, "Please pay attention to your words."

Jia Dingyu hastily raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "Success, I was wrong..."

Li Qi ignored him, Jia Dingyu and him have known each other for seven or eight years, although he is not the one who likes to teach friends.

But Li Qi didn't know how he had maintained a friendship with him for so many years.

"So, where's your little assistant?"

"Go get lunch."

Nani?Pick up lunch?What time is it now, unless his big boss wants to eat roasted duck with sauce.

Then Jia Dingyu thought about it and understood what was going on.

It is estimated that their boss Li saw the paparazzi surrounding the door, and was afraid that his little assistant would be besieged, so he sent him away directly.

Sure enough, people who are cold-blooded, once they get involved in feelings, will also know what it means to be sympathetic.

Pity him as a widowed old man who is loved by no one.

"Let the cleaning clean up the door, where are the security guards?" Li Qi just discovered that there is no security guard in such a chaotic situation.

"Oh, got knocked down by the paparazzi and broke a bone.

I asked another to accompany me to the hospital, but the one on duty hasn't arrived yet. "

When I first came to the unit early in the morning, I was surrounded by paparazzi.

One of the two security guards was killed before he could be rescued from the predicament.

He also took advantage of the confusion and sneaked into the unit with a confession.

Mo Xiangbei looked at the hotel manager in front of him, he was devoting himself to him like never before, and the appearance of dying, made him feel uncomfortable all over.

"Well, just keep busy with your work, I'll go and have a look at the back." Mo Xiangbei said with some embarrassment.

The hotel manager hurriedly said, "Isn't Mo always hungry? I'll ask the chef to make you a breakfast..."

Mo Xiangbei hurriedly called to him: "Wait, I have breakfast. And I'm not Mr. Mo, you can call me Mo Xiangbei, or Assistant Mo."

In his memory, the hotel manager wasn't very enthusiastic about him. Compared with the current fawning appearance, he was really cold.

It was a little strange at first, but looking at the ambiguous look in his eyes from the hotel manager, I instantly understood what was going on.

Today he was on the hot search because of his scandal with Li Qi, so the hotel manager regarded him as a thigh, or the thick and strong kind.

Mo Xiangbei's face was a bit ugly, and his tone turned cold several times and he said: "Manager, I'm not a guest, you don't have to follow me step by step. You should do your job well."

The hotel manager was a little embarrassed by what he said, but he still didn't dare to shake face with Mo Xiangbei.

"I'll go to the back kitchen, you can do your work."

After finishing speaking, he left the box and prepared to go to the back kitchen to learn from his master.

In fact, it turned out that he had begged the head chef, but the head chef didn't agree, so he didn't ask again.

As soon as Mo Xiangbei stepped into the back kitchen, he saw that the head chef had finished slicing the meat he needed.

"Hello, master~" Mo Xiangbei watched every movement of the head chef.

The chef glanced sideways, and said, "Didn't you give up already, why are you here again?"

He had rejected the assistant of President Li once before, but he hadn't seen him since then, and he didn't understand why he came again today.

"Master, it's like this, Mr. Li likes to eat this dish. You know it too.

I just want to learn it so that I can cook it for Mr. Li in the future.Of course, I absolutely did not mean to steal the teacher. "Mo Xiangbei said sincerely.

He had made up his mind that if the head chef still refused, he would come as soon as he could.At that time, I can't stand him coming too many times, and I will teach him sooner or later if I get annoyed.

"Don't teach, go out..."

Although the chef told him to leave, he didn't push him to drive him away.

Mo Xiangbei upheld the shameless spirit and stood still. Whenever the chef started to chase him away, he would not be too late to leave.

However, the chef only opened his mouth to slap him a few times from time to time, and did not drive him out forcefully.

Mo Xiangbei remembered that time when he came to study, as soon as the chef asked him to go out, he went out obediently with a thin skin.

So now it seems that the chef doesn't want to teach him.

Mo Xiangbei hurriedly took out his mobile phone and began to record what the chef put in step by step.

As for how much to put, he really couldn't estimate it.

But no matter how many things are there now, he has to write down the order of adding the condiments and the time needed, and he will study slowly when he gets home.

The chef didn't pay attention to Xiang Bei any more, just cooking the roasted duck with sauce step by step.

He wasn't worried at all, that Mo Xiangbei would succeed by stealing from his teacher, and the condiments he put in were strictly required in grams, and there was also the time needed for the next step.

If Mo Xiangbei can successfully steal a teacher, he will not be far from unemployment.

Mo Xiangbei didn't care about the head chef's confident look.

He knows that this dish is very particular. If he really taught others, how can he survive as a chef in the culinary world.

Until the completion, Mo Xiangbei was concentrating on every detail, and even the head chef even doubted that this kid might really be able to make roasted duck with sauce that gave him the same taste.

Handing the packaged food to Mo Xiangbei, he thought for a while and said, "Go back and sort out the content you just memorized for me to have a look. If I am satisfied, I will tell you the recipe."

Mo Xiangbei thought he was hallucinating, so he was not sure and asked again: "Really?"

"Yes." The head chef replied.

He didn't really want to teach him at first, but seeing that he remembered it with his mobile phone, he seemed to be quite decent, so Bian impulsively complied with his request.

It was too late to take back the words that were said and the water that was spilled, and then he became more cautious, and the prerequisite was to satisfy him.

Whether he is satisfied or not is not up to him.

However, Mo Xiangbei also considered this point, and asked directly: "Then what is the standard for your satisfaction? What if I am doing a good job, and you later say that you are not satisfied?!"

One sentence made the chef really want to give him a spoon for a meal, and he looked like a boy with a pretty face, but he didn't expect his brain to work.

"If nothing goes wrong, I'm satisfied." The chef said.

Mo Xiangbei rolled his eyes and said: "But I didn't see the process of your blanching meat earlier..."

The chef ground his molars: "Then you start writing from the bottom of the ingredients. As long as there are no mistakes later, I will serve the ingredients with both hands."

Mo Xiangbei happily stretched out his little finger, and said with a jerk look, "It's a deal..."

Looking at the little finger that stretched out unconsciously, he realized that his behavior was inappropriate, and hurriedly retracted it, baring his dazzling snow-white teeth at the chef.