I’m 8 Million Poor

Jiang Baiwan was frightened by Ji Chen's heroic attitude. Just about to ask Ji Chen if he would choke, he saw the man in front of him "pounce" and spit out the peeing cow pill.

"...It's very hot." Jiang Baiwan sighed, "Be careful."

She handed Ji Chen a glass of water, and Ji Chen took a sip, only to feel that the burning sensation in her mouth a little bit. Jiang Baiwan watched Ji Chen start to sweat on his forehead, and couldn't help but said, "Is it really so delicious?"

Ji Chen's noodles didn't change the color: "It's delicious."

Jiang Baiwan looked at him suspiciously, always feeling that this person was talking nonsense, but thinking about such a big president as Ji Chen, what could have deceived her?

"Forget it, I'll try it myself." Jiang Baiwan got up and ran into the kitchen, then took out a pair of chopsticks. Ji Chen's hand holding the bowl stiffened, his eyes lowered and he did not speak.

Jiang Baiwan didn't notice what was wrong with Ji Chen. She picked up a piece of fish tofu from Ji Chen's bowl and put it into her mouth. After chewing twice, her entire face became distorted.

Jiang Baiwan swallowed the piece of fish tofu with difficulty. She frowned and said to Ji Chen after a long time: "Your taste...is it different from normal people?"

How did he say that such unpalatable malatang is delicious?

Ji Chen's complexion remained unchanged: "My taste is relatively light."

Jiang Baiwan looked at Ji Chen, and then at the bowl of mala Tang that was so unpalatable to make her doubt her life, and finally he sighed: "It's okay, you don't need to comfort me, I know this bowl of mala Tang is unpalatable. I didn't put so much The salt and monosodium glutamate, I thought it was not bad to eat lightly, but now... the soup base is the most important thing."

"You still have to find a chef," Jiang Baiwan took the chopsticks in Ji Chen's hand, "Okay, don't eat it, it's so unpalatable, I'm afraid you will ruin your stomach if you think the taste is light."

Ji Chen obediently obediently, without persistence-it was really unpalatable, so let's not eat it or not.

Jiang Baiwan poured the expensive and unpalatable Mala Tang into the trash can, then sat back in front of Ji Chen, and sighed deeply: "It seems that there is no way to open the business for the time being. I have to find a chef. Let's study the soup base together. Although it is spicy, it is also something that we eat. We still have to pay attention to this aspect of eating..."

"It's okay," Ji Chen suddenly interrupted Jiang Baiwan's words. He added and explained with Jiang Baiwan's puzzled eyes, "I can find a chef for you."

Jiang Baiwan: "...If you find me a chef with three Michelin stars, I can't afford it..."

Ji Chen hooked his mouth: "No, it's just an ordinary chef."

Jiang Baiwan still looked at him suspiciously: "You don't have to force it, I know you feel pitiful and want to help me, but... Ji Chen, after all, we have cancelled the marriage contract, you don't have to take any responsibility to me."

Ji Chen nodded calmly: "I just want to help, not responsible."

Jiang Baiwan thought for a moment, but still refused: "No, I know how many kilograms I am, Ji Chen, I regard you as a friend, do you regard me as a friend?"

"...Of course." Ji Chen only felt that when he said these two words, his throat was a little dry.

Jiang Baiwan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: "That's good, I don't have many friends."

Ji Chen looked at Jiang Baiwan's smiling face, and after a long while, he pulled out a ridiculous smile.

Originally, when Ji Chen went out today, his emotions were still very high, but when he came back, Assistant Xu keenly felt the change in Ji Chen's mood—extraordinarily bad, and it couldn't be worse.

Assistant Xu was a little frightened. I don't know what happened between President Ji and Ms. Jiang this time. He couldn't help but confessed to Ms. Jiang, but was rejected by others?

Ji Chen's low air pressure lasted all afternoon, until he was about to get off work. Ji Chen suddenly stopped Assistant Xu: "Go and help me with something."

Assistant Xu said in his throat, "You said."

Ji Chen explained to Assistant Xu in this way. Assistant Xu glanced at Ji Chen with a little surprise. Ji Chen also happened to look at him: "Is there any problem...?"

"No." Assistant Xu shook his head quickly, "Then I will go first."

Ji Chen nodded, and Assistant Xu left the office. He closed the office door, looked down at the little piece of paper that Ji Chen had just written to him, and couldn't help but sighed inwardly-Why did Ji always cancel the marriage contract with others when he helped Miss Jiang?

He doesn't understand the rich world.

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It didn't take long for Jiang Baiwan to forget Ji Chen. She is now devoting herself to her Mala Tang shop, just to make a big hit when it opens.

It's just that the Mala Tang made by herself is too unpalatable. After Jiang Baiwan tried it again without giving up, she found that she had to find a serious cook. A bowl of Mala Tang is neither numb nor spicy, only a hot one is left, so what else is there to eat?

So she hung up a red paper recruitment notice. During the period, several people came one after another, but Jiang Baiwan was not satisfied—without him, the spicy soup they made was heavy salt and heavy MSG. Jiang Baiwan only drank it. I feel my tongue is numb when I take the soup.

Just want to find a chef who is good at cooking, how can people condescend to come to her small spicy restaurant? Jiang Baiwan sits at home every day, playing games and waiting for the phone, while worrying about when he can find the right master.

On this day, Jiang Baiwan wanted to open the game again as usual, but was interrupted by a sudden cell phone ringtone. She grabbed it and looked at it. It was an unknown number. Jiang Baiwan pressed the answer button: "Hello, hello."

"Hello, is it Boss Jiang?" A slightly older voice came from the other end of the microphone, "Does your house still hire a chef?"

Jiang Baiwan jumped up from the sofa: "Recruitment! Where are you now? Let's make an appointment for an interview."

"I'm right at the door of your fifth ring... Mala Tang." The person on the opposite side obviously hesitated while reading the name of the restaurant. Jiang Baiwan is now in a hurry for a chef, so he quickly said to the person: "Please wait at the door of the store. Wait, I'll be there soon."

The person on the opposite side agreed, and after hanging up the phone, the person looked up at the name of the Mala Tang shop, with the obvious doubt on his face, and then he suddenly realized it.

When Jiang Baiwan rode the battery car to the door, he saw an old man standing at the door. The old man was wearing a well-fitting blue cloth, with white temples and big glasses on his face. He looked ordinary.

Jiang Baiwan parked the battery car and trot to the old man: "Hello, hello, I am the owner of the fifth ring, Jiang Baiwan, are you applying for a chef?"

The old man nodded, and Jiang Baiwan hurriedly opened the door. As she opened the iron gate, she asked, "Thank you, what do you always call you?"

"My surname is Wei, Wei Dao." Wei Lao said slowly.

Jiang Baiwan was stunned for a moment, then returned to his usual expression, and he also bluntly said: "This name is really good, and it's magnificent when you hear it."

"Lao Wei, let me first tell you about the conditions of our recruitment here. Although we say that we are recruiting chefs, we are only a small mala Tang restaurant, so the salary is definitely not as high as that of those restaurants," Jiang Baiwan led Wei Dao to Walking in the shop, "The monthly salary is 4,000, without board and lodging, there are five social insurances and one housing fund, and then double pay at the end of the year, and there is usually a physical examination.

Jiang Baiwan felt that the price he offered was very kind: "But these are all things after the application is successful, we still have to interview, and the interview is not troublesome, so please make a bowl of spicy soup now."

Wei Dao followed Jiang Baiwan, squinting his eyes to listen to Jiang Baiwan talking. After Jiang Baiwan finished speaking, Wei Dao said: "Okay, what ingredients are in your kitchen now, I'll make one...make a bowl."

Jiang Baiwan naturally agreed. After introducing Wei Dao to the kitchen, Jiang Baiwan went out and waited.

Standing in the small kitchen, Wei Dao looked at the basic equipment around him and couldn't help sighing in his heart-thinking of him dignifiedly... why did he become a mala Tang?

However, we still have to do it. Wei Dao took some ingredients out of the refrigerator, stared at the big bucket in front of him, and rolled up his sleeves.

Jiang Baiwan was originally sitting outside...playing games, but she didn't know when it started, and there was an indescribable fragrance lingering on the tip of her nose. The scent was not so strong, but it was very attractive. Jiang Baiwan had no intention of playing games, he just kept sniffing the air.

This is too fragrant!

Jiang Baiwan randomly stuffed his mobile phone into his pocket, and he stood in front of the kitchen. She watched Wei Dao busy in the kitchen, eager to go in, but was afraid that he might run into some chef's taboo.

It was Wei Dao who spotted Jiang Baiwan standing in the doorway, and the teacher felt a little funny inexplicably. He coughed dryly and waved to Jiang Baiwan: "Come in, come in and have a taste."

Jiang Baiwan rushed into the kitchen eagerly. As soon as he entered the kitchen, the attractive scent became thick. Wei Dao served Jiang Baiwan a bowl, Jiang Baiwan grabbed the chopsticks at hand, carefully picked up a piece of the same fish tofu, and took a bite.

Looking at Jiang Baiwan's serious expression, Wei Dao became nervous inexplicably. Seeing Jiang Baiwan swallowed the piece of fish tofu, Wei Dao couldn't help asking, "How is it?"

"...This is too delicious." Jiang Baiwan let out a sigh of relief, "It's really delicious."

With that said, Jiang Baiwan ate another piece of shrimp cake, feeling the mellow but not unacceptable taste in his mouth. Jiang Baiwan looked at Wei Dao again, his eyes looked like a sweeping monk.

Wei Dao touched his chin: "How is it?"

Jiang Baiwan put down his chopsticks: "Master, I will add five hundred for you. Would you consider signing with me for three years first?"

Wei Dao smiled: "Yes, but I have a condition. Don't pay the five social insurance and one housing fund, just give me cash."

This is not a difficult task, Jiang Baiwan nodded happily, and the two immediately signed the contract happily.