Song Tan's Notes

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 the quilt was damp!
Not only the quilts, but also the things in the warehouse have been packed very well, 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 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.

Apart from them, the only ones left were Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun.

Qiaoqiao's classes are particularly rich on rainy days, and he is smarter than ordinary children. 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 truly feel like a teacher.

In contrast, Wu Lei, who was engrossed in cattle and sheep information, and Zhang Yanping, who looked numb at the computer.

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, 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 1000 per pound?Sent to Bay City]

Bay City Bay City Bay City!

Zhang Yanping was very 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 current situation is written down on his details page.

Moreover, the supply of tea is limited every day, which is a welfare. One pound plus 1000, so why doesn’t he just sell it to Boss Chang?
But 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 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 effort 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 two years, 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 endure it, but some people can't.

Since arriving in Beicheng, Lu Chuan has never 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, everyone became more and more shameless.

But 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 and saying that there was nothing in the online store.

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 they would not add new friends...

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!

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 had 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 Li Hui, bowing and apologizing to him repeatedly...

Really, it looks so serious that I can go to the hospital at any time.

Lu Chuan was 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 another step, and do nothing else except discuss every day...

Everyone feels accustomed to it.

But such a person, now he says something is wrong when he goes out?

What's the matter?

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

After all, Lao Zhong stopped cooking dinner when the other party went out.

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

Ugh!
For a moment, the entire kitchen became frustrated.

Lu Chuan, who was at the center of the topic, had already arrived at Dongjiang Airport.

It has been three days since he came to Bay City. His roasted chestnuts have been stored at the property for a 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 he told Lu Jing, his mother would definitely not mind helping him.

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 person without self-control, but these three days were really 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 thinking about it, I still couldn't bear it anymore and decided to go back overnight to pack up the express delivery.

But there was no way to explain this reason. He had already discussed with Director Zhang that he would stay for at least a week this time, and now he went back at night after only three days. Could it be that he had to tell everyone that he was 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 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 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 two, good night.

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

I don't want to either...