Sweet Heart in Honeyed Desire

Since Tang Mi had met Yu Xin that day, he had never seen him again in the following days, and even Yu Yi had never been to the restaurant again.

Dream just opened at noon that day, and there were only a few guests sitting at the table. A man in a suit pushed in and saw a good-looking handsome guy in the foreman. He greeted him personally and actively: "Hello sir, do you have an appointment?"

Dr. Zhang looked at her sideways, a professional smile on her lips: "No."

Foreman Yu blinked at the stars: "How many are you?"

"Only me."

"Sir, please." Foreman Yu diligently led him to an empty table and passed the menu.

Dr. Zhang glanced over the dessert, slowly glanced at each cake: "Your cakes are very beautiful, are they the same?"

Foreman Yu said: "All photos are taken in kind, please rest assured."

Dr. Zhang closed the menu and handed it back to the foreman: "I want a piece of wine stained fruit cake and a swan puff, thank you."

Foreman Yu looked at him with a smile: "No need to order anything else? Our foie gras here is also very good."

"No need to."

Yu foreman retired with regret.

It was still the foreman who came to deliver the food. Dr. Zhang raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw the delicate cake on the plate. He picked up a spoon and took a small piece into his mouth. He called the foreman: "Sorry, can I see your pastry chef?"

Yu foreman paused subconsciously, then asked with a smile, "Is there something wrong with the taste?"

"Oh, no, it's great." Dr. Zhang gave an expression of appreciation, "so I want to thank her personally."

Tang Mi was cutting the dough, and the foreman came over holding the dinner plate and knocked on the operating table: "The guest at table 9 said he wants to see you."

Tang Mi froze and looked at her nervously: "Is there anything wrong with the cake?"

Yu foreman put aside his lips and said, "He said it was great, thank you personally."

"Really? Really?" Tang Mi raised her face in excitement. This was the first time a customer said she wanted to see her. "Then you help me look at the oven. It's time to take out the baking tray!"

Foreman Yu: "..."

However, Tang Mi has gone a long way.

Before walking to table 9, Tang Mi first adjusted her clothes and hat, then politely said, "Hello."

Dr. Zhang turned her head to look at her, and her eyes were filled with interest: "You are the pastry chef here?"

"Yes."

Dr. Zhang's eyes glanced over her badge, then drew the corner of her mouth: "Tang Mi, your person is as sweet as your name, and of course, the cake you made."

Tang Mi was so shy that her face was red, and she subconsciously said, "It's not as sweet as your mouth."

Dr. Zhang stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud. Tang Mi couldn't help but apologized quickly: "I'm sorry."

"Oh no, you are very interesting." Doctor Zhang smiled at her, "Sit down and talk."

Tang Mi waved his hand and said, "No, I'll stand still."

Dr. Zhang did not reluctantly, he scooped a small piece of wine stained fruit cake with a spoon and put it on his lips: "The combination of fruit and cream always surprises me, plus the rich fragrance of rum inadvertently from the cake It ’s oozing out, and you wo n’t get tired of eating this delicious food many times. ”He ate the cake in the spoon and looked at the puffs on another plate.“ This swan puff is even more beautiful, it ’s almost It's a work of art and I can't bear to eat it. "

Tang Mi said with a smile: "If the guests leave the cake on the table intact, the chef will scold me."

Dr. Zhang smiled a little, and pulled out a business card from his jacket pocket and handed it to Tang Mi: "I'm glad to meet you."

Tang Mi took the business card and gave him a stunned glance: "Psychologist?"

Dr. Zhang nodded to her with a smile: "If you have any psychological problems that need to be channeled, please come to me."

Tang Mi accepted the business card with a smile. This person looked very expensive at first sight. If she really needed psychological counseling, she would go to the supermarket to squeeze instant noodles.

Dr. Zhang seemed to see through her thoughts and chuckled: "Looking at the delicious cake you made for me, I can give you 50% off."

Tang Mi is a little embarrassed. Does the psychiatrist read mind surgery?

After she returned to the baking room, the foreman said to her happily: "I saw that he gave you a business card, and showed me 呗."

Tang Mishun handed her the business card to her, and the foreman held the baby in her hand and looked up: "Oh, psychiatrist, high IQ and high-income crowd." She took out a pen and paper from her apron and quickly telephoned the phone number Copy it down.

Tang Mi glanced and asked, "Why, do you have psychological problems that need to be channeled?"

Foreman Yu said, "Is the Acacia disease?" She said here, looking forward to it, "Would you say that the psychiatrist will sacrifice hue to cure the patient?"

Tang Mi smiled at the corner of her mouth: "Look at your face."

Foreman Yu: "..."

In the Yu's building, Yu Yi was sitting on an office chair reading documents. The mobile phone on the table vibrated a bit, and the sender showed "Dr. Zhang".

Yu Yi took the phone and opened it for review.

"I met Miss Tang Mi. The cake she made was very delicious and had a magical power to make her happy. I think I understand why you chose her, but I still want to tell you that I intend to hire her as my personal Pastry chef, I left her a business card. "

Attached with the text are two photos of the pastry.

Yu Yi stared at the message for a while, saved the two photos, and then deleted the message.

Tang Mi was busy for a day, and after returning home, she collapsed on the bed and didn't want to move.

Fu Xin held a box of instant noodles and yelled at the door: "Tangtang, don't you have dinner?"

Tang Mi softly said, "I ate at the restaurant."

"Oh, if you want to have supper later, remember to call me together."

Tang Mi: "..."

Can't you do it yourself!

Tang Mi secretly decided that if he was hungry for a while, he would hide in the room and secretly eat biscuits. He would never get used to the bad fault of Fu Xin.

She lay on her stomach for a while, then turned to the depressed phone. She looked at the number for a while and took out Dr. Zhang's business card from her bag, hesitating to make a phone call to inquire about the double personality. No no no, he will charge a fee, she still asks for free.

She turned on her computer and typed the double personality into a search engine.

The search results suddenly jumped out a lot, she roughly looked at it, and many said that the formation of dual personality was due to the shadow of childhood. Tang Mi's brow moved, what kind of childhood shadow does Yu always have? He looks more like giving childhood shadows.

Hmm, but it is not necessarily, there is always a lot of secrets that are unknown to such giants, such as xxplay, x abuse ...

Stop Tang Mi! What do you usually see!

Tang Mi shook out a bunch of mosaics in his head and ran to the living room to find Fu Xin: "Little star, I want to eat counterfeit vegetables, do you want?"

"Yes, I want!" Fu Xin, who was lying on the sofa watching a TV show, bounced, and almost overturned the instant noodle soup on the glass coffee table.

She picked up the change and went hand in hand with Tang Mi to buy counterfeit vegetables. Although the neighborhood they lived in was old, it was fortunate that the road section was good. The snack stalls downstairs were comparable to the back door of the university.

After choosing the dishes and buying some barbecue, the two sat down directly at the entrance of the restaurant. Tang Mi looked at Fu Xin, who was suffering bitterly, and asked leisurely, "Did you have any childhood shadows?"

"Ah?" Fu Xin took a moment to glance at her. "Did you not know the shadow of my childhood? The confession to the monitor was rejected in the first grade, the confession to the entertainment committee in the second grade was still rejected, and the third grade was told Who confessed? Anyway, it was still rejected. In the first year, Bancao came to me very well, but as soon as I said I liked him, he broke up with me the next day ... Sophomore year ... Sophomore year when……"

Tang Mi: "..."

She knew all these things, but now when they are connected in series, they are extremely tragic.

She touched it in her pants bag and passed Dr. Zhang's business card: "If you can't figure it out, go talk to him."

Fu Xin: "..."

She stuffed her business card into her bag, and wrinkled her nose at Tang Mi: "If you really care about me, please help me to have an interview with you, Mr. Yu? If you interview him, it will not be a minute to get a raise or a raise. Thing! "

Tang Mi flattened her mouth: "Do you think I can see him every day?"

Fu Xin blinked his eyes and put down the skewer in his hand: "Oh Tangtang, how do you think your tone is a bit wrong? Like a wife complaining that her husband is not going home?"

Tang Mi was so hot on her cheek that she kicked her directly under the table: "Fu Xin, aren't you hurt?"

Fu Xin smiled and said, "What do I have to do with you? Don't do it with you."

Tang Mi frowned at her, then picked out all the skewers and licked them one by one.

Fu Xin: "..."

So fierce revenge.

When Tang Mi went to work the next day, he was summoned to the office by the manager. She was a little nervous, and the manager asked her to sit down in the chair opposite to him, and handed her a document: "This weekend, the convention center will hold a baking exhibition. The head office considers that our restaurant has just opened and can take this opportunity. Publicity, so decided to let you participate as a representative. "

Tang Mi looked at her wryly, "Am I going?"

"Well, of course, other restaurants in Yu's will also provide pastries, but the pastry chef will not be there. I just gave you a pastry catalog. Our restaurant accounted for most of the cakes. You have to prepare the cakes for the exhibition. Maybe it ’s going to be transferred after the baking exhibition. Is there a problem? "

"No, no problem." Tang Mi hadn't returned yet. She had participated in the baking exhibition in City A before, but only as a diner. She was impressed by the variety of cakes at the exhibition, and she was fortunate to meet several well-known pastry chefs. Unexpectedly, after a few years, she had the opportunity to participate in this baking exhibition as an exhibitor.

"Then you have to work hard these days." The manager looked at her and smiled at her.

The blood in Tang Mi's heart seemed to be gradually burning at this moment: "Relax the manager, I will prepare well!" 2k novel reading network