Song Tan Jishi

The rain lasted for an unimaginable amount of time, and the sun didn't come out for a whole week.

From the initial anticipation to the numbness of everyone, Wu Lan began to dislike her because her quilt was damp!

Not only the quilts, but also the things in the warehouse are well packed, but in this weather, humidity is everywhere!

At this moment, she began to miss the warehouse on the mountain. It was so big and specially dried. If it weren't for the inconvenience of storing the food at home, she wouldn't have to worry about it now.

In this weather, everyone is still busy except Song Youde - he stopped weaving straw mats at the beginning of the month. The batch of curtain cushions and the like that he took over from Boss Chang have now been finished.

 Besides them, only Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun are left.

Qiaoqiao's classes are particularly rich on rainy days, and he is smarter than the average child. Now he is making rapid progress and has already begun to learn quadratic equations.

 The sense of accomplishment in teaching such students is enough to make Xin Jun smile every day, and he truly feels like a teacher.

 In contrast, there were Wu Lei, who was munching on cattle and sheep materials, and Zhang Yanping, whose face was numb in front of the computer.

 The former is about to be entrusted with an important task, and has received double suppression from family and physics. Now he is in extreme pain holding the materials specially compiled by Professor Song.

If it weren’t for that rice bowl, who would have to suffer like this? !

 And what about Zhang Yanping?

  He is in charge of the online store. There is nothing in the store now, so it should be easy.

 But the problem is that the number of fans has increased rapidly recently, and I don’t know who took Amway, but around the same time, they all came to send him messages backstage.

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

  【How are sour cowpeas sold? 】

  【How to sell rice? Is there free shipping in Bay City? 】

　　【How to sell Tremella? When will it be available? 】

I can’t get this tea, boss. Can I sell it for 1,000 per pound? Sent to Bay City]

 Bay City Bay City Bay City!

Zhang Yanping is very annoyed: Where do these new fans come from? Is it because I haven’t watched any of the live broadcasts, or I haven’t looked carefully at the store? His current situation is written down on his details page.

Furthermore, tea is supplied in limited quantities every day, which is a welfare in the first place. One pound plus 1,000, so why doesn’t he just sell it to Boss Chang?

Unexpectedly, these people kept asking questions over and over again. Every time it was time for dinner, they became more and more active in asking questions. Every time he came back from dinner, there would be dozens more unread messages.

Some people directly said that they were chefs at five-star hotels in Bay City and wanted to talk about supply.

Hey, don't you know how far it is from Bay City? What's more, where is the supply available? All supplied to Boss Chang.

 However, everyone who comes is a guest.

Zhang Yanping was arrogant, but when he was doing customer service, he shouted "kiss" and "baby" smoothly, so it took a lot of words just to get rid of this group of people.

 Then he couldn't help but feel complacent: Oh my, Tantan's products will soon be spread across the country, and star hotels are asking for them!

 In another two years, will all Michelin chefs have to take root here?

 Thinking about it this way, the irritability caused by the repeated problems has gradually become bearable.

 But he can endure it, but some people cannot.

 Since arriving in Beicheng, Lu Chuan has never had a satisfying meal.

 Let’s not talk about the fact that we were not full at the first meal. After that, we were chased and harassed every meal time. From director Zhang to the artist, everyone became more and more shameless.

There was a wolf in front of him, and a chef behind him. Lao Zhong wanted to pester him three times a day, asking for the seller's contact information, but said that the online store had nothing.

He has already asked the other party about this matter, and they made it clear that it would be troublesome to place orders if there are too many friends, and new friends will not be added...

No, it's 5:00 in the afternoon, and Lao Zhong is still standing in front of the small locked cabinet, sighing, looking gloomy, and not moving.

He didn't move, but the chefs next to him were itching. Now they quickly found a topic to ask him: "It's already this time, why aren't you cooking yet?"

Lao Zhong was dejected: "I won't do it today. The customer said he had something to do and went out." This is strange!

Having been here for two or three days, because these ingredients are so unique, everyone in the kitchen paid more attention to Mr. Lu, Lao Zhong’s patron.

Who doesn’t know that he has a special constitution and feels uncomfortable even if he takes even two steps outside?

That day at the hotel door, I was rubbed against a standing picture held by a fan - really!

The front desk has reported it live several times, but it was just a slight rub, and the other person's elbow turned red all of a sudden, leaving a bright mark.

The fan was originally angry because he didn't see the idol, but when he saw this, he lost all his arrogance. He just stood there with Li Hui in his arms, bowing and apologizing to him repeatedly...

 Really, it looks so serious that I could be admitted to the hospital at any time.

Lu Chuan is so good-looking, but when his arm was rubbed, people gasped in pain. In this way, the entire hotel knew that Mr. Lu's statement about his sensitive constitution was true.

 Wear a mask again, never leave the door, never take a step outside, and do nothing else except discuss every day...

 Everyone feels accustomed to it.

How can such a person say that he has something to do when he goes out?

What's going on?

The group of people in the back kitchen were so eager to see what they were doing that they lost all enthusiasm for the work at hand.

 After all, the other party went out, so Lao Zhong stopped making dinner.

 If they don’t cook dinner, how can they carefully observe the ingredients on the side?

well!

 For a time, the entire kitchen became depressed.

Lu Chuan, the center of the topic, has arrived at Dongjiang Airport at this moment.

It has been three days since he came to Beicheng. His candied roasted chestnuts have been stored at the property for one day, and his chilled radish leaves have been stored for ten hours!

If these good things were broken in the box, he himself would regret it.

Of course, as long as you tell Lu Jing, his mother will definitely not mind coming to help.

 But the problem is that Lu Jing doesn’t have these things. If she is asked to take care of them, I’m afraid she will have to take care of them in the end.

Lu Chuan was not such a person with no self-control, but the past three days had been like a year.

Although extra meals were arranged every day, not only did he not have enough to eat, he also couldn't go to the gym!

After much thought, I still couldn’t bear it anymore and decided to go back overnight to pack up the express.

 But there is no way to explain this reason. He had already discussed it with Director Zhang and planned to stay for at least a week this time. Now he is going back at night after only three days. Is it possible that he has to tell everyone that he is going back to collect the express delivery?

Thinking of this group of stalking people, he frowned, and then decided to put his cell phone away.

When the plane to the imperial capital took off from Dongjiang Airport, in the hotel, Lao Zhong, who was reluctant to leave and was about to get off work, was still sitting in front of the small cabinet with a bench, holding the key in his hand, struggling to walk on the edge of violating professional ethics. :

“I’ll open it and take a look, I’ll take a look...I’m really not a cook, how can I look at it..."

 Update 2, good night.

 There will be 800 chapters soon. As expected of me, I write so slowly!

 I don’t want to either…