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The stove is nine feet nine.
Author: Gu Yan
Chapter one: Because I lost my job.
Updated on April 6, 2009 12: 56: 27 words: 3989.
Zhang Hui ate all the dishes in the last plate. It is better to describe his eating style by "swallowing" than "eating". In the end, Zhang Hui patted his swollen belly, looked at Cui Cui sitting opposite him, and then turned to the chef standing behind him and gave him a thumbs-up sign. "Yes, really, the taste is quite positive, but the color of this dish is a little poor. Just put less soy sauce next time! "
Although the owner of this restaurant hasn't seen Zhang Hui settle accounts with him these three days, he has never complained, because Cui urged his restaurant to do free publicity in magazines. After all, it is an honor for a food editor like Cui Cui to come to his restaurant to check the dishes. Zhang Hui stood up at this moment, put down his chopsticks, pulled out a messy place of dishes on the table, then took out a notebook from his carry-on bag and turned to a page, handed it to the chef and said, "Master, please sign your name!" In case you become a famous person in the future, it's also a souvenir. "The chef quickly rubbed his hand on his body, grabbed the pen and signed it, still nagging:" Pleasure! It's not easy for the descendants of Hebei Kitchen God to eat my rice! "
Cui Cui actually hates Zhang Hui's cheating, because after all, this is his job and Zhang Hui is nothing more than a meal. At first, Cui Cui thought cheating like this was interesting, but later he felt bored. He warned Zhang Hui: Don't make a fool of yourself with the signboard of your ancestors. However, Zhang Hui can be angry every time he answers: I make a living with my ancestors' brands and eat a hundred meals, just like Shennong tasting a hundred herbs! Maybe one day. ...