MTL - After the Eldest Sister-in-law Died Young, Dai Wen Remarried.-Chapter 36 Watching people place dishes

Chapter 36: Watching others order dishes

When the little guy heard what his mother said, he finally shut up obediently. He touched his round belly and found that he really couldn't eat anymore.

 But he was not willing to give the remaining half of the bun to others.

Hearing this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "Mom, I want to eat it for dinner!"

"Okay." Yun Qinghuan looked at him with a smile. He gnawed the buns quickly, and there was a lot of meat foam on the corner of his mouth. He stretched out his hand to wipe it off, and the little guy looked at her warily.

 “Mom, what are you going to do?” She also shrank back, thinking she was going to take half of the bun in his hand.

Yun Qinghuan was speechless, "Is it possible that you won't even give it to mom if she wants to eat your buns?"

Being questioned fiercely, Chef Bai laughed angrily. He glanced at the man in the black Chinese tunic suit with a half-smile, "Who are you? You said you want to eat and I will cook it for you? Look at you." Yes! Director Che is the director of the steel factory, can you compare with him?"

She silently pushed him a glass of water and said, "Eat slowly, don't choke."

Even though he said this, he felt that he was very proud. After all, being able to eat well in a state-owned hotel in this era was a very prestigious thing.

　　Looked at her disapprovingly, then ran to the basin next to her and wiped the foam from the corners of her mouth with her hands, and then put it into her mouth to eat.

 “Brother-in-law, eat quickly.”

　　He also pushed the remaining braised pork with potatoes towards him. He is a big man, and he can eat better than a girl like her and a little guy like Bai Jinan, so he left four buns and half a plate of meat for him.

The man in the black Chinese tunic suit could only endure it, thinking that the state-owned hotel did not have these two dishes today. He could only secretly regret that he had picked the wrong time. Who would have thought that not long after sitting down to eat, this chef Bai would actually Just slap him in the face in front of his friends, how could he bear it?

I thought I would take a shower when I get home later, and my clothes would have to be washed anyway.

The little guy panicked instantly. He was so confused that he quickly stretched out his little hand to hold his mother's hand.

The man in the black Chinese tunic suit felt that his face was red and he was very shameless. He brought his friends to eat here specifically to save face today. He heard that the signature dishes of this state-owned restaurant were braised pork ribs and braised fish, so he immediately ordered them. As a result, Chef Bai said with a slumped face that he wouldn't cook it today because he didn't want to eat it.

Director Che had a tough attitude and insisted on letting Chef Bai serve them another plate of braised pork ribs. "Don't complain about Chef Bai. He is also in a dilemma. After all, there is only so much meat supplied every day. Once it is sold out, it will be gone." "

Yun Qinghuan smiled very kindly, but little An An felt that his mother disliked him for some reason.

Several men sitting with the man in black tunic suit also stood up and had a particularly good attitude towards the car director.

 “Okay.” Bai Naihan responded with a smile, and ate the buns much faster.

He looked at Chef Bai and said, "Chef Bai, I'm in charge today. I'll make an extra portion of braised pork ribs and give it to this comrade, and I'll pay for it."

Yun Qinghuan finished teasing him. Seeing him like this, she felt soft in her heart and said with a smile, "Mom won't eat. An An is so good. I just wanted to tell you, An An, there is a lot of meat foam on the corner of your mouth. I think Wipe it for you."

 Ouch!

 Hesitantly, he took the bun back and looked at Yun Qinghuan seriously as he explained, "Mom, tell An An what you want to eat in the future, and An An will work hard to earn money to buy it for you."

Suddenly, she noticed that the white and fat chef's eyes lit up. He stood up and walked directly to the door. He said happily, "Director Che, why are you here?"

 Still feeling a little guilty, she no longer looked at him, but looked around boredly.

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On the other side, there was a table of people whose faces were livid when they heard this. One of them, wearing a black Chinese tunic suit, asked Chef Bai directly, "I asked you just now if you have braised pork ribs and braised fish, and you still said no. Why did you do it as soon as he came?" You said yes? You are treating me differently!"

Beside him, Bai Naihan was chewing a bun and watching the interaction between mother and son with a smile from the corner of his eyes.

His hands were greasy because he had just finished eating the buns. Yun Qinghuan saw the greasy little hands from the corner of his eye and his eyebrows twitched, but because he was acting on purpose, he could only endure it.

 It’s just that she is shallow, but it turns out she can still be like this.

She smiled and took out her handkerchief to wipe his mouth, but the little guy avoided it. He quickly said, "Mom, minced meat can also be eaten. It would be a waste to wipe it off!"

At the entrance of the state-owned hotel, there were a few dignified people standing. In the middle was a stout middle-aged man wearing a dark green Chinese tunic suit, who should be the chef's Director Che. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "Chef Bai, today I brought Some of my friends are coming over for dinner, are there braised fish and braised pork ribs?"

She just said it casually and didn't really want to urge him to eat quickly. After all, it was still early at two o'clock in the afternoon and there was nowhere to go after eating. It was better to sit in the shop for a while.

Next to him, Bai Naihan couldn't help but chuckle. Yun Qinghuan glared at him, and he suppressed his laughter again.

As soon as the man who made the fuss heard that the middle-aged man in a green tunic suit was the director of the steel factory, his arrogance suddenly dropped a lot, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He quickly waved his hand, "Director Che, I have it." My eyes don’t recognize Taishan, so I didn’t recognize you. We are already full and don’t need ribs.”

Director Che was also happy after hearing this, "You, Chef Bai, can still handle things, but you don't have to do it specially for me. Just serve whatever your restaurant has."

 Chef Bai doesn’t give face to everyone!

Especially since he brought several friends with him, Chef Bai is doing him a favor!

As for the greasy leftover buns that he chewed with saliva, she didn't want to eat them yet.

These soft words really touched the heart of Yun Qinghuan, an old mother!

 It feels like the little maternal love is a bit overwhelming!

Yun Qinghuan: “…”

Chef Bai's eyes narrowed as he smiled, "As long as your director comes, I will find a way to make it for you even if you don't have one. Find a seat and sit down. I'll go and make it for you right away."

The little guy's oily little hands finally touched Yun Qinghuan's clothes, leaving a fingerprint. His big innocent eyes looked at her, "Mom, don't feel bad, An An will give you some buns to eat."

Yun Qinghuan was ashamed to see how much he cared about food.

Director Che smiled with a smile and waited until Chef Bai finished speaking. Then he happily walked over and acted like a good old man, "Okay, don't hurt everyone's harmony because of me."

He pretended to be sad and wiped the non-existent tears from his eyes with his hand.

Chef Bai smiled happily when he heard this, "Don't worry, Director Che, our hotel has it, just wait."

The man in the black tunic suit smiled and did not dare to respond.

  After all, he couldn't ask why there wasn't so much meat, but the one he brought first didn't have braised pork ribs, but the car director got what he asked for later?

Yun Qinghuan's mouth twitched as he watched this farce. This was clearly a matter of looking at someone else's order.

 (End of this chapter)