Become a Master of Painting Cakes In Abusive Essays

What Duanmu Zhengjie was thinking and what conclusion Bian Yingning came to has no idea.

Basically, Bian's industry will hold more than two exchange meetings every year, and the original owner will attend it every time, so that many people above the director of the store know who their small boss is.

If you don't say it in advance, we're not ready for anything!"

This is too much for her, Bian Yingning smiled dignifiedly: "Don't be busy, I'm seeing a friend around here today, I just want to come here for lunch."

"Hey, this is my sister Duanmu. If you see her coming to dinner in the future, you will greet me like seeing my father, you know?"

Duanmu Zhengjie: "?"

So, she is equal to her father?

"Okay, hello, Miss Duanmu!" The manager greeted Duanmu Zhengjie kindly.

Duanmu Zhengjie nodded and said nothing.

"Then the little boss is going inside? There just happens to be an empty box."

"I won't sit in the box, I'll pack a few dishes and go and bring the menu." Bian Yingning glanced at the restaurant's situation. The business was still good, and the seats were basically full.

"Okay." The manager brought the menu, and Bian Yingning asked Duanmu to clean up.

After flipping through the menu, I chose to order a simple dry fried beef for myself.

Although it's a bit dry, I haven't eaten this for a long time, and I'm a little greedy.

The manager was a little embarrassed when he saw Duanmu Zhengjie ordering Niuhe: "That little boss, the chef who is better at making fried Niuhe is on vacation today, and the remaining chefs may only be able to cook eight Do you mind if it tastes like this?"

Although the taste is only two points off, but Bian Yingning's mouth knows very well. The manager is afraid that Bian Yingning will taste the taste and feel dissatisfied after a while, so he wants to take a vaccination.

Bian Yingning was scanning the situation in the store, when she heard the sound, she looked at the menu: "It's okay, then I'll fry one for my sister myself."

Duanmu Zhengjie was stunned: "You... will you still do this?"

This was a little unexpected.

At first she wanted to say that whoever is fried is not fried, as long as she can eat it, she will not pick, but she did not expect Bian Yingning to do it herself.

"Miss Duanmu doesn't know, our little boss's cooking skills are no worse than the chefs in our store, and any store you take casually is like a pillar." The technology is in place.

The ancestor of Bian's family was originally a chef. Later, when he opened his own shop and seized the opportunity, he began to develop from food to housing, combining the two into one.

The original owner was taught from childhood that if a good boss can only manage dryly, sooner or later, he will be deceived and cannot go far. Only by truly stepping into the industry can he move forward steadily.

So although the original owner is only in his twenties this year, he has some attainments of his own in the production of Chinese and Western food.

Duanmu Zhengjie's gaze towards Bian Yingning began to look different, and he didn't say anything about it, but it was probably more shimmering.

"Sister Duanmu, sit here, I'll fry one for you, soon." Bian Yingning put down her bag and rolled up her sleeves, and was ready to go into the kitchen, Duanmu Zhengjie shouted live her.

“I… can I go in and see?”

Bian Yingning smiled and said, "Of course you can, as long as you don't mind the smell of oil smoke."

…

The back kitchen of the restaurant is very big. Now there are many customers outside, and the chefs are working hard to cook.

As soon as Duanmu Zhengjie's high-heeled shoes stepped in here, he saw the fire and heat inside, the thorny stir-frying sound and the dish in the air that the chef spit out, all provoked people Can't take my eyes off.

Suddenly a word emerges, the worldly fireworks are the most touching.

Duanmu Zhengjie looked at her quietly, shook her head and insisted on following her.

The cooker hood in the kitchen is still very powerful, but I was shocked at first sight, and I felt acceptable when I came in.

The manager left a big pot for Bian Yingning, and he helped to arrange the side dishes and deliver them. Bian Yingning placed the dishes in a suitable position for him later, and asked the manager to give instructions Make a winter squash clam soup.

After she finished, she said to Duanmu Zhengjie: "Dry fried beef is warmer, drink a winter melon and clam soup to nourish, and balance the two."

"Okay." Duanmu Zhenghao, who was wearing a serious suit, was out of tune with the kitchen, but the calm and relaxed attitude she was standing by and watching didn't make people feel weird.

Bian Yingning asked, "Sister, is there anything you don't want to eat?"

Duanmu Zhengjie looked at the side dishes next to her, there were onions, sprouts and chives, she whispered, "I don't like onions very much."

There is no way to accept it, although it is very nutritious, it is still a queen."

I have never seen a lady from an aristocratic family as strange as Bian Yingning, Duanmu Zhengjie couldn't help laughing when she heard it, and then she felt rude and raised her hand to cover her mouth and nose.

And it was too late, Bian Yingning forgot to fish out the scalded green vegetables, just like seeing the blooming lotus of the elegant snow mountain.

"Sister, you look so good when you smile." Bian Yingning was infected by her smile, and laughed lightly.

Duanmu Zhengjie's smile closed for a moment and then expanded again: "You look so silly."

"?" What?

Bian Yingning suddenly returned to reality.

I praise you for being good-looking and you praise me for being stupid?

I have come and gone!

It's okay to praise her as cute...

Forget it, when it comes to cuteness, she can't help but think of Shang Qingfen's fat face, hum.

Take out the green vegetables that have been hot for a long time. Bian Yingning changed the water and gave the green vegetables flying water again. After removing them and pouring clean water, wipe the pot dry, and put the beef in the oil...

Duanmu Zhengjie watched Bian Yingning put down the whole set in an orderly manner. In less than ten minutes, a fragrant and steaming fried noodles came out of the pot.

Bian Yingning first took two chopsticks for Duanmu Zhengjie in a small bowl for her to try, and took a bite of it herself.

"Oh, it's really delicious, how can I be so good." Bian Yingning looked intoxicated.

Duanmu Zhengjie, who was surprised by the taste, swallowed the praise along with the powder.

It's just that her eyes look at Bian Yingning from time to time, I can't boast, it's time to take off.

…

When I came out of the hospital, the sun was very good, and I couldn't see the rain not long ago.

"Ah, the heaven of H city, it's just like a woman's emotions." Bian Yingning sighed from the side of the road, and asked the strongest bodyguard to queue up for her to buy strawberry cheese milk tea.

Seeing the tall and strong bodyguards lining up to buy milk tea among a group of little sisters, Bian Yingning shook his head and sighed: "The world is getting worse."

The rest of the bodyguards around her just pretended they couldn't hear anything.

Drinking the sweet and sour milk tea, Bian Yingning stretched: "Come on, go home."

Today's task will be done here first, she has to go back and work hard to inherit the family business.

…

At night, when Bian Yingning was scratching her hair for management, the sound of the system suddenly sounded.

A series of credits directly smashed her into a coma.

"Hey, Shang Qingfen's mission has been completed like this? I don't seem to be doing anything yet."

Originally, all her points were spent when she exchanged dance clothes for Shang Qingan, and there was only a little cake painting experience left. I thought it was a difficult accumulation process, but I didn't expect this A task done in a few days is so valuable.

[Total host points: 2149 points, cake drawing experience value: 35]

…

Bian Yingning planned to go to the cooking practice room after class today, but was pulled by Zhang Zhizhi: "You remember, there is the last class tonight, so remember to come."

Physical and political lessons?

Bian Yingning flipped her hair: "I really forgot if you didn't remind me, what time is it?"

I remember the last time I slept in the Xingzheng class, as if it was only yesterday.

Hope the teacher has forgotten her.

"Six-thirty to nine-thirty." Zhang Zhizhi said with an expression she already knew: "I'll just write the test paper and take the test after I finish it. Remember to come."

"Hmmmm."

However, before Bian Yingning got to the practice room, she received a call from Hua Cancan, who had been quiet for many days: "Where are you doing?"

"Learning at school."

Hua Cancan gave a disdainful smile over there: "Learn from your size, come out and drink with me."

Bian Yingning frowned: "You only drink this afternoon, Chan Er, why don't you soak it in a wine vat."

"I don't care, will you accompany me?" Hua Cancan shouted over there.

Bian Yingning looked at the time, it was four o'clock.

"Okay, where are you."

Hua Cancan gave Bian Yingning a location, which is a Japanese restaurant not far from the school.

Go to a Japanese restaurant for a drink?

…

Bian Yingning found that this place was different from where she remembered eating sashimi and sushi, and there was a faint scent of sake.

Hua Cancan is a wine bug, where there is wine, there is her.

She opened a small private room, and the waiter in kimono took Bian Yingning to the door of the private room and opened the door for her to see Hua Cancan lying on the table, facing the door, staring at the wine glass, sitting sitting position.

"I ran away from home."

"Running away from home?" Bian Yingning frowned.

Hua Cancan is a little bully at home, no one can cure her except her aunt: "Have you quarreled with your aunt again?"

“…”

Thinking of the fate of Hua Jiangrong in the original book, combined with the memory of the original owner, Bian Yingning also poured herself a glass of wine.

"Be nice to your aunt, she's not easy, and she pets you and loves you, so don't keep arguing with her."