Onions are in the kitchen of the first district. Ma Yuan passed by the little chefs who were busy with spoons, with a irritable face.

He was in a bad mood and couldn't get enough of his movements. When he was walking back with the onion frame, his elbow accidentally knocked down a porcelain plate. The green onions in the plate fell into a bowl of soup and piled up into a hill.

The assistant chef holding the soup bowl was stunned on the spot. He trembled and placed the bowl on the stove, picking green onions out, so anxious that tears were about to fall.

This is borscht!

Whose borscht has scallions?

And if I remember correctly, Xiao Li also explained when reporting the order. The customer at this table asked if there was any green onion and ginger in the seasoning, and the order was ordered after receiving a negative answer.

"What are you talking about?" Ma Yuan glanced at him, his eyebrows were tangled together: "Did you hear me when you urge outside?"

The little chef dug out half of the chopped green onion, but there were still some greens in the soup. Because it was so hot, it couldn't be picked out for a while. When Ma Yuan said that, he became even more anxious and looked at the senior in panic.

"But..." the little chef shook his hands: "The guest said it specially..."

Today, Ma Yuan always encountered the assistant chef who had a lot of things to do. He was so annoyed that he cursed: "What's wrong with borscht? Who said that Western soup cannot be added with green onions! They add parsley more than anyone else, and some even put coriander on them! Okay, you're the one who has a lot of things to do."

After saying that, he left angrily.

The little chef couldn't do it, and he was anxious outside, so he had to put the soup at the outlet of the meal with tears in his eyes.

The waiter was also very busy today, with a dull expression, and then he left after taking the soup. He only barely smiled when he arrived in front of the guest: "Hello, Borscht."

This is a table of young people.

The man and the woman were five, surrounded by a small table, and it looked like the age of a student.

The girl sitting on the left side and leaned against her, with a small crown on her head, which is a special birthday service provided by Menglixiang Restaurant.

Obviously, today's meal was celebrated by friends for her birthday.

The birthday star is Lu Wen, and he looks like a quiet girl.

Today she wore a pink dress that she rarely wore and put on light makeup, which made her look much more beautiful. After all, this was a special day.

At this time, the friends drank some wine, one by one, and one by one was excited. Instead, she herself, with a smile on her face, but her hands under the table were tangled together.

She couldn't be happy.

This day has not been smooth since the queue.

In order to leave a red carpet in the middle of the main entrance, the waiting area was reduced by half, resulting in more crowded people than usual. When they were about to get to Lu Wen's table, their account was misled due to the chaos in management and waited for half an hour in vain.

When she sat in the store, Lu Wen breathed a sigh of relief, but she didn't expect it to be too early to feel relieved.

The golden lion's head is scattered when served on the table, like a minced meat soup.

The lid was lifted early when the eggplant vermicelli was served. The splashed oil star burned Lu Wen's forearm with two red dots. Finally, the oil stopped splashing, but the vermicelli stuck to the bottom of the pot and was burnt when shoveled out.

She almost died on the spot when she ate two strings of green peppers in her pineapple gulp meat...

The last straw that broke the camel's back was this borscht.

Lu Wen was very picky about food, not eating onions or ginger, not a single thing. When ordering, she specifically asked the waiter about the seasonings for each dish and told him not to put on the green onions.

But there were chopped green onions floating in this borscht.

Lu Wen wanted to cry so much.

She has been introverted since childhood and is afraid of trouble for others, so she learned to apologize herself on various occasions without any instruction.

When everyone is happy, no matter how sad she is, she will smile and agree; when friends share comments, she will nod even if she doesn't agree.

In normal times, she might not care so much about this bowl of borscht...

But today is her birthday.

She sat in the best restaurant in Weiyan District, with her friends making a fist and laughing, and all kinds of food aromas floated from all directions. She, the birthday star, should be the one who was blessed, sitting here, hungry.

She was in front of her most annoying food.

"Xiaowen, why don't you eat?" A friend pushed her with a smile, rolled up his sleeves and served her a small bowl of borscht: "Isn't this what you want to eat!"

The moment the bowl was placed on the table, Lu Wen was so aggrieved that she was about to explode. Her nose felt like a glass of lemon juice was poured into her, sour and swelling.

She wiped her eyes quickly and stood up quickly: "I, I, I'll go to the bathroom."

…………

Master Wang Wu’s welcome banquet has thirty-seven dishes designed.

After the last dessert was served, the chef took his disciples to the banquet hall.

On the way, I almost bumped into a running girl, but she avoided it in time and no one cared about it.

"Master Wang Wu." The chefs came in, lined up first, and bowed politely.

"Thank you." The master stood up and nodded to return the gift. Everyone hurriedly stood up and returned the gift. Qiu Qiu stood a little slower, nodding while stuffing the meat pancakes into his mouth, like a squirrel with food in autumn.

"Everyone, how are you eating?" the chef asked with a professional smile.

The master bears the brunt of the comments: "Not bad."

This banquet is indeed very skillful, and every dish is meticulously crafted. The chef in Mengli Township is a famous figure in the circle, and it is not the first time he has dealt with Master Wang Wu.

Otherwise, he would not be able to reach his current position.

Wang Wu simply commented on the highlights, especially the chef's self-innovation in recent years, which made Wang Wu quite satisfied. The president of the news agency on the side seemed like a competent supporting actor, constantly "yes", "yes", "no", "too awesome"...

As he said that, he smiled and pointed at Qiu Qiu, who was still sweeping the wind, and said, "Look at our Mr. Qiu, we really like the dishes you cook, and we never stopped talking all night!"

Qiu Qiu held the cake and nibbled it bit by bit, and glanced at the chef.

Well, it doesn't smell good.

After Master Wang Wu finished commenting, everyone turned on the praise mode clockwise. The chef looked very elegant and had a good temper and responded softly.

After talking about it, it was Zhong Yu's turn.

"It's pretty good." Zhong Yu said lightly: "I'm a rough person, and I eat everything and think everything is delicious. It's a waste to ask me."

Qiu Qiu glanced at him.

The guardian always lies, who dislikes his buns as kitchen waste!

"Where is Mr. Qiu?" The president of the news smiled foolishly: "I must like it after eating so much."

Qiu Qiu didn't respond, he still had half a piece of cake to eat.

Everyone saw him finishing the cake like a silkworm gnawing mulberry leaves. Then they burped a little and said, "It's normal."

Everyone: "..."

No, 80% of this table has entered your stomach, so you just say something like an average!?

Seeing that everyone's expressions were too shocked, Qiu Qiu picked up the ice cream that Zhong Yu had not eaten and said while digging: "Then, that's OK? It's OK, except for the pancake just now."

Qiu Qiu said, wrinkling his nose: "That pancake is very not delicious."

The chef disciples subconsciously looked at Ma Yuan.

Ma Yuan's face turned red.

There is no other reason - he made most of the pancakes on the whole table.

"Look at what I'm doing!" Ma Yuan held it all night and was now furious: "What the hell are you? Come and comment on me too!? Do you know that this is what I did, on purpose!?"

Qiu Qiu was surprised: "I don't know."

"Do you know whether you know it?" Ma Yuan's voice was torn apart: "After you staying with a big man, you feel that you are awesome too! "It's something that can rely on people's power!"

Qiu Qiu slowly opened his eyes wide and thought to himself that I am a Slime, so I am not like a dog.

"Ma Yuan!" the chef shouted.

Ma Yuan gasped heavily, his eyes looked at Master Wang Wu with red eyes, then gritted his teeth and pointed Qiu Qiu with his index finger, and turned around and went out.

His junior brother couldn't catch it even after he took it.

"Sorry." After the chef was silent for a moment, he spoke slowly: "My eldest disciple, I'm a little unrestrained. It's really not necessary to run out like this. I apologize to you for him."

After saying that, he turned to Qiu Qiu and smiled and said, "This guest, although Ma Yuan has something wrong with his words and deeds, can you explain to me why you don't like this pancake?"

Qiu Qiu opened his mouth and closed it again.

He was a little disappointed.

"I don't know what to say," Qiu Qiu was a little confused: "I'm not a food commentator, I just know it's not delicious."

The chef smiled and nodded: "I understand, thank you."

The conversation ended, and the chef turned to Master Wang Wu: "I'm really sorry, maybe this guest has a special taste and is not very consistent with Ma Yuan, which is why this result is achieved. What does the master think?"

Wang Wu's expression was even more serious than when he first entered the door. At this moment, he looked at Qiu Qiu, with a faint disappointment and dissatisfaction in his eyes.

He replied to the chef: "The pie has basically been done to the extreme, with almost no shortcomings."

"That's good," the chef nodded calmly and said, "When I go back and tell Ma Yuan, he may get better and will not collapse."

In just a few words, the chef pulled the balance in everyone's hearts away from him.

Almost everyone thinks that Qiu Qiu is making trouble. Judging from Ma Yuan's appearance, they had a grudge before, so do they take revenge on him on such occasions? People do things.
To be continued...