Chapter 757: The Bitterness of the Rice Bowl

The duration of this overcast and rainy weather exceeded imagination; for a whole week, the sun hadn't been seen.

Everyone went from anticipation at the beginning to numbness now. Wu Lan even started to dislike that her quilt was damp!

Not just the quilt; although the things in the warehouse were packed very well, in this kind of weather, dampness was everywhere!

At this moment, she started to miss the warehouse on the mountain; it was so large and specially treated for dryness. If it weren't for the inconvenience of putting the family's ingredients there, she wouldn't have to worry now.

And in this weather, besides Song Youde—who stopped weaving straw mats at the beginning of the month and had already finished the batch of hanging curtains and seat cushions he took from Boss Chang—everyone else was still busy.

And besides them, there were only Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun left.

Qiao Qiao's lessons were arranged exceptionally richly on rainy days, and he was smarter than ordinary children, so his progress was fast, and he had already started learning one-variable quadratic equations.

The sense of achievement from teaching such a student was enough to make Xin Jun smile every day, truly feeling like a teacher.

And in contrast, there was Wu Lei, who was burying his head in the cow and sheep materials, and Zhang Yanping, who was full of numbness facing the computer.

The former was about to be entrusted with a heavy responsibility and had accepted the dual suppression of family and physics, and now he was holding the materials specially organized by Professor Song, feeling extremely painful in his memorization.

Zhang Yanping was arrogant in his speech, but when acting as customer service, "dear" and "baby" were called out so smoothly, so just dismissing that group of people took a lot of tongue.

Ever since he came to Beicheng, Lu Chuan hadn't had a meal that went smoothly.

If those good things went bad in the box, he would regret it himself.

But the problem was that the number of fans had risen rapidly recently. I don't know whose recommendation they ate, but it was about the same time that they all came to send me messages in the background.

After thinking about it, he still couldn't hold back and decided to go back overnight to pack the courier properly.

Sigh!

That's rare!

【I can't grab that tea leaves, boss. Can I sell it for 1000 more per jin? Send it to Beicheng】

After all, the other party had gone out, so Old Zhong didn't cook dinner.

What's the matter?

He didn't move, but the chefs next to him were itching. They hurriedly found a topic to ask him: "It's this time, why are you still not cooking?"

Beicheng, Beicheng!

But, those who come are guests.

Thinking about it this way, the irritability brought about by many repetitive questions could gradually be tolerated.

Oh my god, do you have any idea how far Beicheng is? Furthermore, where is there any stock to supply? It was all supplied to Boss Chang.

Lu Chuan originally wasn't a person with such a lack of self-control; it was really that these three days had been like years.

If he didn't cook dinner, how could they observe the ingredients on the side?

Everyone felt it was customary.

But the problem was that Lu Jing didn't have those things either. If you let her take care of them, I'm afraid they would all be taken care of into her stomach.

I had asked the other party about this matter, and they clearly said that there were too many friends and the orders were troublesome, so they wouldn't add new friends...

Coming here for two or three days, because those ingredients were too unique, the entire kitchen staff had paid more attention to Old Zhong's main customer—this Mr. Lu.

But this reason couldn't be said. I had already discussed it with Director Zhang that this time I would stay for at least a week, but now it had only been three days and I was going back overnight. Did I have to tell everyone that I was going back to collect the courier?

That day at the hotel entrance, I was rubbed by a fan's standee—really!

【How is the millet sold? Is it free shipping to Beicheng?】

But those people asked repeatedly, and the more active they asked at mealtime, the more unread messages I had every time I came back from eating.

For a time, the entire kitchen was depressed.

Not to mention not being full for the first meal, afterwards, it was simply being intercepted at every mealtime, from Director Zhang to art, each face thicker than the other.

Who doesn't know that my constitution is special, and I have to be uncomfortable all over just by walking two steps outside?

Then put on a mask, don't go out of the main door, don't step out of the second door, and discuss nothing but work every day...

Thinking of that group of pestering people, his eyebrows wrinkled, and then he decisively put his phone on do not disturb.

Besides, tea leaves are supplied in limited quantities every day. Originally, it was a benefit. Adding 1000 per jin, why wouldn't I sell it directly to Boss Chang?

Old Zhong was dejected: "Not cooking today. The main customer said he had something to go out for."

【How is the silver ear sold? When will it be off the shelf?】

【How is the sour cowpea sold?】

You are in charge of the online store. Now there is nothing in the store. Theoretically, you should be very relaxed.

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

But I can endure it, but someone else can't.

And what about Zhang Yanping?

Of course, as long as you tell Lu Jing, my mother certainly wouldn't mind coming to help.

And then he felt complacent: Oh my, Tan Tan's family's things are about to radiate across the country, and star-rated hotels are coming to ask!

【Is there anyone? Why is there nothing in the store?】

That fan was originally angry because she didn't see her idol, but seeing this, she didn't have any arrogance at all, holding the standee and standing there, apologizing to me repeatedly...

If it weren't for that rice bowl, who would come to suffer this kind of bitterness?!

But there was a wolf in front, and a head chef behind. Old Zhong couldn't wait to pester me three times a day, asking for the seller's contact information, saying that the online store had nothing.

Zhang Yanping was annoyed: Where did these new fans come from? Did they not watch a single livestream, or did they not look at the store carefully? I wrote the current situation in the details page!

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

There were also those who directly said they were the head chef of a five-star hotel in Beicheng and wanted to talk about supply.

Although extra meals were arranged every day, not only was I not full, but I couldn't go to the gym either!

The kitchen staff were looking forward to it, and their work didn't even have passion.

Lu Chuan looked good, and his arm was rubbed, and someone gasped in pain. In this way, the whole hotel knew that the Mr. Lu who said his constitution was sensitive was true.

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

It was 5:00 in the afternoon, and Old Zhong was still sitting in front of the locked large cabinet, sighing, his expression depressed, not moving at all.

Coming to Beicheng for eight days, my sugar-roasted chestnuts had been stored in the property for a day, and my fresh radish greens hadn't been stored for more than ten hours!

But such a person, now said he had something to go out for?

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

The background had broadcast several times on the spot; it really was just a light rub, and the other party's elbow was really a bright red mark that appeared all of a sudden.

When the plane to the imperial capital took off from Dongjiang Airport, in the hotel, Old Zhong, who was reluctant to leave and was about to get off work, was still moving the stool and sitting in front of the large cabinet, holding the key in his hand, struggling on the edge of violating professional ethics: ===== CHAPTER 758 =====