Chapter 797 797. The Suffering of a Job
This rainy time was beyond imagination, and the sun didn’t come out for a whole week.
From the initial anticipation to the current numbness, 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, moisture 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 ingredients 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 he 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 truly feel like a teacher.
On the other hand, Wu Lei, who was holding cattle and sheep data and munching furiously, and Zhang Yanping, who was looking at the computer with a numb face.
The former is about to be entrusted with an important task, and has accepted 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 job, 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. I don’t know who took Amway. At about the same time, they all came to send him messages backstage.
【Is 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 was annoyed: Where did 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 details page has written about the current situation.
And the supply of tea is limited every day, which is a welfare. One pound plus 1,000, so why doesn’t he sell it directly to Boss Chang?
However, these people kept asking questions over and over again, and they became more and more active every time it was time for dinner. Every time he came back after 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.
But, 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 spread across the country, and star hotels will ask for them!
In two years’ time, will all Michelin chefs have to take root here?
Thinking about it this way, the irritability caused by most of the repeated questions has gradually become bearable.
But he can bear it, but some people can't.
Since arriving in Beicheng, Lu Chuan has not had a satisfying meal.
Not to mention that I was not full at the first meal, but after that, I was chased and intercepted every meal time, from director Zhang to the artist, each one became more and more thick-skinned.
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. They clearly said that too many friends would be troublesome if they placed orders, and new friends would not be added...
No, it’s 5:00 in the afternoon, and Lao Zhong is still stuck there. The man in front of the locked cabinet sighed, looked gloomy, and didn't move.
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?"
Old Zhong Dejectedly: "I won't do it today. The customer said he has something to go out." This is strange!
After coming 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 physique and feels uncomfortable even if he takes even two steps out of the house?
That day, I was rubbed against the standing picture held by a fan at the door of the hotel - really!
The front desk has reported it live several times, but it was really 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 any arrogance. He just stood there holding the portrait, bowing and apologizing to him repeatedly...
Really, it looks so serious that I can go to the hospital at any time.
Lu Chuan is so good-looking. 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 house or take a step outside, and do nothing else except discuss every day...
Everyone feels accustomed to it.
But such a person now says he has something to do when he goes out?
What's going on?
The group of people in the kitchen were looking forward to seeing what was going on and 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?
Alas!
For a moment, the entire kitchen became frustrated.
And 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 would regret it himself.
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 her stomach in the end.
Lu Chuan was not such a lack of self-control in the first place. The past three days had really been like a year.
Although extra meals were arranged every day, not only did he not eat enough, 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 delivery.
But this reason cannot be explained. He had already discussed it with Director Zhang. This time he would stay for at least a week. 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 phone on silent mode.
When the plane to the imperial capital took off from Dongjiang Airport, in the hotel, Lao Zhong, who was about to get off work reluctantly, was still moving a bench and sitting in front of the small cabinet, holding the key in his hand, wandering around with difficulty On the verge of violating professional ethics:
"I'll just open it and take a look, I'll just take a look...I'm really not a cook, how can I read it..."
Update 2, good night.
It’s almost 800 chapters. As expected of me, I write so slowly!
I don’t want to either...
(End of this chapter)