Sweet Heart in Honeyed Desire

When Tang Mi returned home, it was less than twelve.

She threw her satchel on the sofa, and everyone fell down.

It's over, she messed up the interview, Fu Xin said that she might choke her.

The landlord's meanness made her feel hopeless.

"Well, the impulse really is the devil." She rolled over on the sofa, posing like a dead fish. Five seconds later, she bounced off the sofa, furiously delivering her resume on the computer, and calculating the possibility of finding a job before Fu Xin got off work.

After the first round of bombing was completed, Tang Mi went into the kitchen and gave herself a bowl of noodles. If I knew it, I wouldn't smash the cake on the supervisor's face, it would be a waste.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor of the living room, she continued to browse the recruitment website while sucking noodles. If she went back to college, she would never have imagined that she and Fu Xin would be so miserable.

Almost all of her savings were spent while studying in France. Fu Xin started her own business after graduating, and then failed miserably. She owed a lot of debt, and most of her monthly salary was contributed to the creditor.

After Tang Mi finished eating the noodles, he checked his mobile phone and did not notify him of the text message for the interview.

She sighed, washed the dishes, and then worries about taking a nap back to the room. Probably too worried, even dreaming dreamed that she and Fu Xin sleep tragically in Qiaodong.

In the end, Fu Xin's voice woke her up.

Tang Mi sat up stupidly, glanced at his mobile phone, and still had no text messages. Fu Xin stood next to the bed and looked at her with anticipation: "Tangtang, tell me you are already a human elite among Yu's!"

Tang Mi was silent for a moment and made a sad expression: "Little star, I think Yu's may not be suitable for me."

The smile on Fu Xin's face suddenly disappeared: "Why?"

"Because I don't like their personnel director."

Fu Xin glanced at her in confusion: "What happened to the director of personnel?"

Tang Mi said wrongly: "He insisted that I copied He Siqi's cake."

He Siqi is a school sister of the baking club of a normal university. She and Tang Mi's enmity and resentment Fu Xin knows it well. Hearing her name at this time, Fu Xin also took a look: "He Siqi? She came out again? How did the personnel director know about this?"

Although plagiarism was a rage in the school that year, it was a small game after all, and no one was interested after leaving the school. Did Yu's personnel director thoroughly investigate the life story of each interviewer before the interview?

Tang Mi shook his head and said, "I don't know, but he plagiarized as if he saw it with his own eyes. I explained that he didn't listen and said that he questioned my character."

Fu Xin frowned angrily. Tang Mi was too trusting in any Siqi when she was in college, otherwise He Siqi wouldn't put it together. In this case, Fu Xin always felt that Tang Mi was also wrong, and it was good to buy a lesson at a loss. But the person in charge of the channel can just ridicule, who gives him this confidence!

She patted Tang Mi's shoulders and comforted her: "Relax, the head of personnel should be the head office? You can't meet him in the future at work. When will I find an opportunity to help you beat him?"

Tang Mi held back her hand with excitement: "It's the same as what a hero sees, I already did it ahead of time!"

Fu Xin: "..."

She was silent for a while, then looked at her with gritted teeth, and two slender eyebrows shuddered in a timely manner: "You mean, when you interviewed, did you kill the interviewer?"

Tang Mi laughed harmlessly, "Yeah, look, we two thought of going together."

...

After five seconds of silence, Fu Xin finally broke out: "Tang Mi! Pack your quilt and go to sleep overpass tonight! My mother won't support you!"

She said she grabbed a pillow and smashed it into Tang Mi's face. Tang Mi escaped, Fu Xin walked into the toilet angrily again, and when she came out, she held a broom.

Tang Mi backed up with both hands: "You must calm down the stars, it is not worth the crime for me!"

Fu Xinzhang smiled and approached: "Rest assured, I will be unknowing."

Tang Mi: "..."

The mobile phone on the table buzzed twice in the chase of the chicken flying dogs.

Tang Mi picked up his cell phone like a straw.

A new unread text message.

Tang Mi hid, opened a text message and glanced, then shouted with joy: "stop!"

Fu Xin put down the broom in his hand and asked pantingly, "What last words to say now!"

"Yu's asked me to take the retest!" Tang Mi couldn't hide her excitement and raised her mobile phone in front of Fu Xin—

Hello Miss Tang Mi, congratulations on your passing the dream restaurant's first test. The re-test will be held this Friday. Please bring a cake, biscuit and chocolate made by yourself. The retest time is 10 am, and the place is in Yu's Building. Please participate on time. Tips: The interviewer for this re-test is President Yu, please be fully prepared.

Fu Xin read the text message verbatim and then blinked blankly.

"Wangtang Tangtang, are you going to meet the King of Gourmet Kingdom ?!" This world is so fantasy, Fu Xin shakes off the broom and grabs Tang Mi's shoulder and shakes.

It is understandable that Fu Xin was so excited about Tang Mi. After all, she wanted to interview the king for a year, but she still stays at the stage of thinking.

She grabbed Fu Xin's hand, a little faintly authentic: "If you shake it like this again, I can only see your king in the form of ashes."

Fu Xin paused his hand, and then looked at Tang Mi with anxiety: "If President Yu personally interviews you, you probably won't pass it."

"……why?"

"Don't you know that the sullen tongue is notoriously fussy in the industry! Any restaurant under the Yu family must first give him a try if any new dishes are on the market. If he says it's not delicious, this The dish can only be beaten into the cold! His tongue is the sole criterion for testing truth! "

Tang Mi's brow moved, she seemed to have heard such a statement.

Fu Xin looked at her thoughtful face and comforted out loudly: "Relax, if it is eliminated, I won't blame you, after all, it's depressed!"

Tang Mi: "..."

She was not comforted at all.

Fu Xin blinked anxiously, and looked up warily: "Tangtang, after seeing Yu Yi, help me take two photos secretly and come back. If you can't take it, look at him with two eyes and come back to help me Draw it. "

Tang Mi: "..."

How did you look hard at his eyes? Need to stare out?

Fu Xin didn't realize her doubts, and said to her with a regretful tone: "I wish I could see President Yu once, I knew I would go to learn pastry."

Tang Mi drew the corner of his mouth: "You'd better practice separating egg whites and egg yolks."

Fu Xin snorted: "Yu is always the flower of the famous Gao Ling in the gourmet world. It is said that no one has ever seen him laugh. It is not just laughs, I heard that even the basic emotions of anger and joy have never been expressed."

Tang Mi's brow moved, a person without emotion?

"Is he sick?"

Fu Xin: "..."

"You are ill! This is the perfect management of your emotions, and those who are not affected by emotions can make the most correct decision!" Fu Xin desperately defended his king.

Tang Mi tilted her head and looked at her and said, "You're right, but a person without emotion can still be regarded as a human?"

Fu Xin: "..."

She rolled up her sleeves and stood up from the sofa: "Tang Mi, come out, we will fight on the rooftop."

Tang Mi: "..."

Women's friendship is always the most untestable.

She poked her lips and looked up at Fu Xin with some confusion: "But why do you say I stunned the supervisor, he still let me pass the interview?"

Fu Xin also pondered: "If it wasn't for his broad-mindedness, or ... he was a shaking m."

The eyes of the two met in the air, revealing an unspoken expression.

Supervisor's secret, they will guard.

The next time, Tang Mi was actively preparing for an interview on Friday.

Because President Yu personally came out, she also attached great importance to her, and made more efforts in selecting materials and production than usual.

The night before the interview, Fu Xin lay at the kitchen door to watch Tang Mi make white chocolate mousse, and couldn't help but sigh, "Why are you a pastry chef but not fat?"

This is logically unscientific.

Tang Mi glanced at her little belly and said, "You can increase your sit-ups to fifty per night."

Fu Xin slipped the corner of her mouth: "A small belly is a symbol of **** and elegant."

"It grows on Madeleine, it just grows fat on you."

Fu Xin: "..."

She seriously suspected that all the fat that should have grown on Tang Mi had grown on herself.

She watched Tang Mi freeze her mousse into the refrigerator, walked to her and patted her on the shoulder: "Tomorrow's interview is not a pass, just to help me look at Mr. Yu."

Tang Mi: "..."

Bet on her tuition in France, and you must pass the interview tomorrow!

But when she really stood in front of the Yu's building door, she was not so confident. Yu's fame in China is very fortunate this time she met Yu's preparation for a new restaurant, but as a newcomer who has just returned from school and has no work experience, her competitiveness is not outstanding.

She checked the information of Yu's other western restaurants on the Internet. Two of them have been hired from France, and the rest are all famous pastry chefs in China.

In your own words, the only fame is probably the pastor's face with the cake.

She wandered around the door with the cake box for a while, but still dared into it. The security guard at the door questioned her and let her go. Taking the elevator all the way to the top, Tang Mi's heart is always hanging in the air.

The entire top floor of the Yu's building is where the president's office is located. Tang Mi's sense of direction is not very good. Fortunately, she met a beautiful secretary as soon as she got out of the elevator. After listening to her, the other party smiled and invited her to the rest area: Ten minutes before the appointment, Mr. Yu is still in the meeting. You can rest here first. "

"Ok."

These ten minutes were extremely long for her. She changed eighteen sitting positions and still did not let herself relax.

The translucent glass door was knocked twice, and the secretary of the beauty reappeared: "Miss Tang, Yu always lets you pass now."

"Okay, okay." Tang Mi panickedly picked up the cake box on the table and followed the secretary toward the president's office.

When the magnificent door opened to the sun, Tang Mi thought that she would be different when she came out. She was also a woman who had entered the president's office. 2k novel reading network