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Chapter 311: He will most likely become the God of Cookery in Hong Kong in the future(2/2)

No, it needs to be changed.

As long as he works in the store, he can't change it.

The environment affects the character. In ancient times, there was a mother Mencius. In order for her son to learn well, she changed her place of residence three times before she trained a Mencius.

Therefore, He Jinyin clenched his fists and had an idea to imitate Mother Meng and change his environment.

He had already stood up, but his legs remained motionless, as if he had his own thoughts on this decision.

The boss has already entered the kitchen. If he rushes over now, his colleagues will definitely think that he is asking for leave before he talks about resigning. After all, this is one of the methods they taught to ask for leave.

Forget it, let’s talk about it after finishing this meal.

Also, didn’t he say that he wanted to find money and give it to Ali? If he resigned, he would go to pocket the money?

Although I have 10,000 Hong Kong dollars in the bank, I cannot rely on this money for the rest of my life.

Let’s wait and talk about resigning.

Thinking of this, He Jinyin sat down silently, hoping that no one would notice him.

In just two or three minutes, he had already made two of the biggest decisions in his life. Too many brain cells had died and he needed to slow down.

The more you want to be noticed and steal the limelight, no one will necessarily applaud you; often the less you want to be discovered, without exception, everyone will be seen.

"Ah Yin, what are you doing? You stood up for no reason, as if you were worried. Within a minute, you sat down again, looking like you were peeling off a layer of skin."

Zhou Xingxing, who was sitting next to He Jinyin, could see it most clearly. He put down the tea cup in his hand, turned sideways, and asked with concern.

He is him, and his boss is his boss. Zhou Xingxing will not look at others through colored glasses.

What's more, He Jinyin is still the younger brother's friend.

He Jinyin hadn't spoken yet. He raised his head slightly and saw Uncle Da, Third Uncle, and Zhou Xiaoxing all craning their necks to look at him, with worries in their eyes.

"I'm fine, I'm just thinking about how to surprise Ali later."

"Oh."

The four people leaned back. They thought they would hear the gossip from the owner of the shop, but they didn't expect this.

"Ah Yin, listen to you, Ali is still a student, right?"

Zhou Xingxing and He Jinyin are both in love, so they can naturally talk about this topic together, unlike Uncle Da and Uncle Da, who expressed their disappointment and got together to chat.

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As for Zhou Xiaoxing...it was a rare opportunity to pull up his chair and arrive in front of He Jinyin.

Is the younger one interested in ditch girls?

"Yes, Sir Zhou, if I remember correctly, the Amin you are chasing is a teacher, right?"

"Yes, you have a good memory, but one thing you don't know is that I am chasing her in a student style..."

"Ah?"

This reversal happened so fast that He Jinyin couldn't accept it for the time being. He thought that like Hong Kong student He Sir, they were a perfect match for a talented man and a beautiful woman. I didn't expect that there was a story behind it.

"Ah Yin, the story is very complicated. What you need to know is that my boss is involved with students. He knows best what students think today."

Zhou Xiaoxing received the look from the boss asking for help, nodded slightly, made a no-questions-asked gesture, patted He Jinyin on the shoulder, and pulled him out of his astonishment.

"Oh, that's it, that's good, Sir Zhou, don't you think so, how do students date?"

He Jinyin touched his head and kept searching in his memory. He still remembered that Amin, whom Zhou Xingxing was chasing, was in an international school known for its high admission rate. If he was a student, then all he knew was that he was doing it because of the pressure to enter school.

Troubled students.

Are they the same as the students at his Global Elite Center?

His thoughts seemed to have been read through by Zhou Xingxing. The latter's first words were: "Ah Yin, I know what you are thinking. You must be wondering whether the students at the Edinburgh School and the students at the Global Elite Center are thinking the same thing.

."

As soon as he finished speaking, He Jinyin nodded repeatedly without any hesitation.

It was at this time that the boss led all the employees in the store to line up and serve the food.

Each person holds a dish in his hand, and the boss introduces it with a smile. From time to time, he pays attention to Zhou Xiaoxing's reaction, and finds that the latter doesn't even look at it, even if the boss comes close to his ear.

Seeing this, the boss gave up and comforted himself in his heart. Zhou Xiaoxing sat next to He Jinyin, and surrounded He Jinyin with the young man with side-parted bangs, discussing important matters.

However, the two middle-aged uncles he didn't pay much attention to, their eyes lit up when they saw a dish, and they started eating without calling Zhou Xiaoxing.

No one paid attention to the boss during the first wave of dishes being served. The tall and thin man put down the dishes, pulled the boss and walked to the kitchen.

"What are you doing to me? Didn't you see that Boss Zhou wants to talk to me?"

The boss was dragged away by his own employees. He was so embarrassed that he had to talk about everything to save face.

Even if it’s a big talk.

"Yes, talking to you from behind makes me look up to you."

The tall and lanky guy is extremely sarcastic, knowing that the boss will say this. He is like this every time, using strong words to make excuses.

"That's it, let's talk, why don't you bring me here to do it?"

"No, I just saw you being ignored. No, there are still dishes in the kitchen that need your instructions."

After speaking, the tall and lanky man made a show of respect and pushed the boss, who kept turning around, into the kitchen. At the same time, he waved to other colleagues to enter the kitchen.

The menu is only one-third full, and there is still time to be busy.

On the other side, at the dining table, Uncle Da and Uncle Da enjoyed their meal and completely forgot about what they said before about them being stupid.

This meal was based on Zhou Xiaoxing's momentum to buy a store. They didn't believe that the boss dared to collect money.

I have to say that the decoration in this store is not very good, the owner is tacky and the staff are philistine, but the chef's skills are really good. For example, the roast goose in front of Uncle Da and the cabbage in front of Uncle San are better than what they eat every day.

It tastes a hundred times better.

There is no harm without comparison, they finally understood.

They didn't even bother to raise their heads to ask Zhou Xiaoxing and the others to use their chopsticks. The smell would naturally attract customers without them having to say anything.

"Brother, Ah Yin, let's talk while we eat?"

Zhou Xingxing's words came to his mouth, and when he smelled the fragrance slowly wafting from the table, he subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva and made tentative suggestions.

It was not just for himself. The moment he spoke, he vaguely noticed that the mouths of the two people in front of him moved slightly, especially He Jinyin, whose eyes kept staring at the table.

Don't tell him that He Jinyin saw that the table was dirty and wanted to wipe it.

"Okay, Zhou Sheng, Zhou Sir, the chef in our store is very good. If he doesn't cook, he can cook every dish to the level of a five-star hotel. This is also why the boss and colleagues

The reason why the service attitude is so poor is because the customers came from the New Territories and Cheung Chau."

He Jinyin finished these words as quickly as possible, as if advertising the store. Seeing that the two people around him had already picked up chopsticks and picked up the dishes, he quickly followed.

I wonder if it was his imagination, but the portions of every dish on the table were larger than what he usually saw...

The boss has changed his gender and knows to seek truth from facts, and the goods are genuine?

This idea only appeared in his mind for a second. He Jinyin shook his head and threw it away in disbelief. With the boss's cunning and cunning character, he specially ordered the kitchen to make this in order to sell the store at a good price.

Ignore these for now, just eat some.

The table was quiet for a few minutes. After everyone had a good meal, they put down their chopsticks and looked at each other with smiles in their eyes.

It was Zhou Xiaoxing who spoke first.

"Uncle Third, what do you want to buy? Will you lose money if you buy it for two million?"

The answer was already written on Third Uncle's forehead. After shaking his head desperately, he continued.

"Xiaoxing, don't say anything yet..."

Sensing that someone was looking towards him, the third uncle lowered his voice, leaned in a little closer, covered his mouth with his hand, and continued.

"Two million is so worth it. The chef's skills alone are not worth the price."

"Uncle, is that so?"

Zhou Xingxing sat down on the chair where his third uncle returned, picked up a piece of roast goose, put it in his mouth, and asked, not quite believing it.

Yes, this dish was more delicious than anything he had ever tasted, but he didn't believe it when a chef was worth millions.

Since Zhou Xingxing has been working so hard, he has seen tens of thousands, but in his salary card, he has not seen millions.

The number one killer of the Flying Tigers didn't even find one million, and he never met a cook, so the third uncle just said that. Isn't that an exaggeration?

"That's right, Third Uncle, he's just a chef. You told me so!"

Uncle Da didn't believe it either. He had been working as an undercover agent for more than ten years and had worked diligently and hard without complaining. He had never seen a hundred thousand yuan. How could a poor person be worth a million?

Impossible.

"Haha, don't believe it. If I'm not wrong, this chef will most likely become the God of Food in Hong Kong in the future if his skills remain unchanged."
Chapter completed!
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