Qin Feng has blown countless cows in his life, and he believes that he can rank among the top three when he blows these things today.

Qin Feng did memorize "The Analects of Confucius". When he was in his junior year, he thought about taking the postgraduate entrance examination, so he read "The Analects of Confucius" several times seriously and memorized about one-third. But if you still remember it now, it is definitely a hehe. The situation of books like "Laozi" and "Gu Wen Guanzhi" are similar. I have read and memorized them, but I am definitely not as familiar as Qin Feng and Wang An. As for the so-called books that can fill the rooms on the second floor, it is even more important to be the world's biggest.

But it doesn't matter, the key is Wang Anxin.

Compared to the subject that majors in ancient Chinese, which requires some thought to graduate, Wang An, who is born in the business management major, has obviously not as good as Qin Feng's academic qualifications under the premise of the same bachelor's degree.

He was fooled.

When Wang An got down from the building, he was carrying a small bag in his hand.

What he packs in his bag are his toiletries and changing clothes.

Whether it was educated or hit, Wang An, who was mentally overstimulated, had no shame to appear in front of Qin Feng again.

"What are you doing?" When he came out of the kitchen, Wang Yanmei called Wang An.

Wang An said lightly in a tone that is more sad than death: "I'm a little confused and want to go home and be quiet."

Wang Yanmei glanced at the bag in Wang An's hand, frowned immediately, and said angrily: "Are you leaving again?"

"Mom." Qin Feng followed out from behind and explained to Wang An, "My uncle will be back next month."

Wang An turned his head to look at Qin Feng, and sighed softly: "Let's talk about it."

"Besides. Besides, I just won't come back?" Wang Yanmei said angrily. "You can't even do it here, what else can you do?"

"Ha!" Wang An smiled bitterly, with a sad face, "Yes, what else can I do..."

Wang Yanmei saw something wrong now, put down her work and asked, "What's wrong? You just got up, are you? Who has messed with you again?"

"No." Wang An shook his head gently and said in a daze, "Sister, I think Ami's life will be hard in the future."

"What and what?" Wang Yanmei said inexplicably, "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing. It's really nothing." Wang An didn't say anything, his grievance was pure and natural. He avoided Wang Yanmei, stepped out of the door with his side, and left without looking back.

Wang Yanmei chased after her for a few steps, watched Wang An's figure gradually move away, and stood there for a while with complicated eyes, and finally sighed with a long sigh of anger: "Oh, you're such a waste of life..."

When he returned to the house, Wang Yanmei still didn't count Wang An's departure on Qin Feng's head.

In Wang Yanmei's view, there is no such logical relationship at all.

Qin Feng was also happy that Wang Yanmei didn't ask anything. Although he felt a little sorry for Wang An ran away, to be honest, managers are much easier to recruit than technicians. If there is a real chef in the store now. And if Qin Feng had to choose between chefs and Wang An, Qin Feng would definitely fire Wang An without hesitation. He is a scholar who is useless. This is a fact that the so-called "literati" must recognize.

After Wang An left, Qin Feng took over his job without any burden.

Before lunch, the staff guidelines were written out.

The content is very simple. It is nothing more than "no late or leave early", "no privately taking items in the store out", "no smoking in the kitchen", etc. The total number of rules is only fifteen. As long as you are not a person with a particularly poor memory, you can basically memorize them all after you take a look at them three or four times.

With one person missing in the store, Wang Yanmei made a little less lunch.

When Su Tang came to the restaurant for dinner, she saw that Wang An was not here and asked strangely: "Where is my uncle?"

"Die." Wang Yanmei was so upset that she said nothing.

Qin Jianguo couldn't help but touch her.

Wang Yanmei continued to feel unhappy and said, "What are you doing? Is there any difference between him now and he is dead? It's just a pool of mud!"

Su Tang was eating the big crab and sighed: "I actually resigned today. My uncle is really useless..."

Qin Feng heard the two of them talking about Wang An in a crosstalk tone, and felt that Wang An was really frustrating. But it was not someone else's fault. If Wang An could not be so arrogant, with his level, he would not be like this shit in a small place like Dongou City.

After a delicious lunch, Su Tang and Qin Feng were on the second floor for a while, then went home to study honestly.

Qin Feng still finished eating and pretended that nothing had happened. He worked with his future mother-in-law in the kitchen. Wang Yanmei was silent. Anyway, this was not the first time she saw Qin Feng and Su Tang hugging each other and kissing and touching. Since her daughter came to the door so proactively, she, as a mother, could only prepare to wipe Su Tang's butt. I just hope not to hold her grandson so early...at least, even if Qin Feng's career is slightly successful first.

Qin Feng finished his sword work and left another door at noon.

The bamboo sticks and plastic bags in the store are almost used up, so I have to go to the grocery market to replenish them. There are also various seasonings, order menus, and all these scattered things need to be bought by the way. Originally, these jobs should be left to Wang An, because as far as the skewers are concerned, these things can be classified as logistics content in a broad sense. However, since Wang An has run away, Qin Feng has to do it himself.

Qin Feng hasn't come for a long time, but he still remembers the stalls in the market.

After walking around, it only took half an hour to get a few big bags on his hands.

I bought all the things I should buy, but Qin Feng still didn't rush to leave.

He walked around for a while and finally found what he wanted agar powder.

Agar powder is not cheap. A large bag of whole kilograms is sold in bulk for 120 yuan.

Qin Feng only bought one bag and held it in his hand, and it felt that the weight was also quite good.

When he got home, he simply called a taxi and drove all the way into the back alley of No. 18 Middle School, and then stopped.

When he returned to the store, Wang Hao, Huiqin and Mao Jianing had already arrived. As for Xu Jianyang, he was on the night shift, so he would not show up after 6 o'clock in the evening.

Qin Feng put the items one by one, took two bags of extra agar powder himself, and was about to go out again as soon as he came back.

Qin Jianguo asked strangely: "Where are you going?"

"Go home and make something." Qin Feng replied.

"What are you doing?" Wang Yanmei continued.

"Almond rot." Qin Feng lifted up the agar powder and proved his innocence.

The people in the room were curious.

Mao Jianing, who was born and raised, wondered: "Is almond rot made of this? What kind of powder is this?"

"Agar powder." Qin Feng explained, "Yanshu can also be made with this."

"Isn't yam soup made without lamb?" Wang Hao seemed puzzled.

Qin Feng said: "The yam soup I mentioned is not the yam soup you understand. I am talking about the yam soup for desserts."

"Can mutton be made into sweet? How to eat sweet?" Wang Hao fully utilized his own style and his mind was simply unable to turn around.

Qin Feng gave up his treatment and said to Qin Jianguo and Wang Yanmei: "I plan to develop something new. The front desk is half empty now. If I can get some homemade drinks to sell, the space at the bar will not be wasted."
Chapter completed!