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Shen Mochen took another sip and asked Shui Miaomiao, "You don't look like an amateur."

He is talking about declarative sentences.

Shui Miaomiao smiled, took a sip of wine, and proudly said: "Of course, I have a bartender certificate. I thought I was very popular in the bar. The one you drink now is one of my signature cocktails. One, I gave it a nice name, called Xianlu.

A suspicious expression flashed in Shen Mochen's eyes, saying: "The bartender's salary should be much more than that of you as a radio host. Why don't you be a bartender?"

"The host’s professional counterparts, as well as the bartender’s demand, there is no vacancy, it is difficult to find a job. In addition, the bartender’s working hours are also long, from 8 to 12 o’clock, I don’t have so much time now, I do Radio host, every Monday to Friday, 11:50 to 12:30 in the evening, just 40 minutes, part-time, mixed meals, after graduation, will go to a better place to develop." Shui Miao said frankly .

Shen Mochen nodded.

Her explanation is reasonable.

Shui Miaomiao drank all the wine in the glass, put it on the bar, patted Shen Mochen on the shoulder, and said, "Dine."

She went in and served tofu with crucian carp and chicken breasts.

Shen Mochen slowly tasted the cocktail in his hand, thoughtfully.

Shui Miaomiao put another two bowls of rice on the table.

Shen Mochen came over.

He tasted a crucian carp soup and it was delicious.

"It tastes good. When did you learn to cook?" Shen Mochen asked seemingly casually.

"Seven years ago." Shui Miaomiao was a little sad and said with exclamation: "Human, being forced to a certain desperate situation will inspire more survival potential."

"Will the personality change too?" Shen Mochen asked meaningfully.

"Of course. Nourishment and superiority make people weak, hard, tough and tenacious." Shui Miaomiao said, bowing his head to eat.

Shen Mochen chewed slowly and looked at her deeply, and asked, "Have you ever lost your memory?"

puff.

Shui Miaomiao didn't eat a bite and almost spouted.

Shen Mochen passed the napkin.

Shui Miaomiao smoked a few tissues.

She felt that Shen Mochen seemed to be tempting him, skipped this question, and asked, "How about you, have you ever lost memory?"

Shen Mochen raised her lips and said, "Do you think I have amnesia?"

"Hehe." Shui Miaomiao bowed his head in a guilty conscience.

At least she was certain that if he was really a man that night in the United States, he was not sure if she was a woman that night.

Shen Mochen didn't eat much, she put down her chopsticks gracefully and asked, "Do you want to pay off the debt?"

"Of course I think." Shui Miaomiao looked at him with wide eyes while eating, and nodded incidentally.

"I think you have some experience with bartending. We are better than bartending. You can guess the ingredients of the cocktail I made. I will give you five hundred yuan. If I can't guess the ingredients of your cocktail, I will give it. How about you five hundred yuan?" Shen Mochen asked.

"Okay, okay." Shui Miaomiao nodded. "I count."

She twisted her fingers and calculated, "Chanel's skirt is 12560. The inner/clothing is 1530, the last meal was 510, a total of 12400? No, 14200. 14200 divided by a 500."

Shui Miaomiao drew the division equation in the palm of his hand, his eyes rolled round, and he said with certainty: "Rounded to 25 cups?"

"OK." Shui Miaomiao said with a grin.

Shen Mochen's eyes looked at her profoundly, and slightly twisted her eyebrows, and said, "Is your physical education teacher teaching math?"