As the Oriental City, which has been famous all over the world since the 1930s, it is an existence that countless people in the country are lingering in their dreams. Since the great conference in 1978, many people with great enthusiasm have come here to work hard for their dreams, transforming a group of people who have carried farm tools into private entrepreneurs who have legally become rich with dragon heads.

Mu Maoyuan came here to work hard with the same idea. Although he is just a young man now, according to his parents' words, it is because of this that he has to go out of the house and go to the big city to see the world.

Mu Maoyuan was lucky. Not long after he arrived in Shanghai, he entered a foreign clothing company with a poorly fluent English.

In fact, Mu Maoyuan did not learn about this company from the formal recruitment channels, but its presence was too strong. He watched the grand bidding meeting from the corner of the scene, a super large order of 20 million US dollars. What does that mean? Not to mention the US dollar, even if it is just 20 million... no, even if it is only 2,000 yuan, it is an absolute astronomical figure for him.

So, living in a basement with a monthly rent of less than 10 yuan, eating a one-yuan breakfast with fried dough sticks, soy milk, tofu, brain and eggs, Mu Maoyuan made up his mind on the spot to apply for a job at this super-large company located on Fanhua Nanjing Road!

Then, he succeeded...

Perhaps it was because it was the new company's settlement period, and the interviewer was the blonde at the job fair. He should be forty years old, but he wanted to go to an intellectual beauty who was only thirty at most. What surprised Mu Maoyuan was that just after he said the extremely unstandard pronunciation "Gambling is poisonous", the girl actually spoke in a fluent Chinese!

In this way, Mu Maoyuan started working in this big company, and his position was just a clerk who was responsible for handling a large number of documents. That's it, he soon discovered how wise and powerful his decision was.

First of all, the salary level of this company is good, about 30% higher than the same position in other companies. This is a very impressive improvement, and foreign-funded enterprises are good. What makes Mu Maoyuan most happy is that the canteen on the eighth floor is definitely the world of him, a foodie.

Mu Maoyuan speculated that although the female boss was an authentic American, she was definitely a Chinese culture lover. Otherwise, how could she get the canteen to prepare such exquisite food? Moreover, not only Chinese food, but any employee can also taste authentic Western food here!

Steak, red wine, chocolate cake, pizza, butterscotch, etc., although the price is higher, it is definitely much cheaper than the newly opened Western restaurant on Nanjing Road.

With just one thing, Mu Maoyuan was sure that the loyalty of the company's employees was absolutely nothing to say.

One day at noon, it was time for dinner again. Mu Maoyuan, who had finished work all morning, rushed to the cafeteria without stopping. After all, he got up a little late this morning and didn't even have time to eat breakfast. But that's the case. After he arrived at the cafeteria, he found that the Western Restaurant area had been photographed for a long time, and he probably couldn't get it today.

"Hey, Xiao Mu, it's been quite early today."

The person who called him was Lin Yalian, who worked as a waiter in the clothing flagship store on the first floor of the company. Seeing that she happened to be photographed in the Western Restaurant area, Mu Maoyuan was overjoyed and ran over and handed her a sum of money: "That's great, you happen to be in line, can you help me buy a pizza? It's the one who holds ham sausage."

Lin Yalian is really a beautiful girl, and she is so kind. She took the money handed over by Mu Maoyuan and giggled: "What kind of ham sausage is it called bacon, bacon, do you understand?"

Mu Maoyuan's face turned red: "Okay, okay, I know that you can't learn English well, so don't laugh at me."

Mu Maoyuan still remembers until now that when Lin Yalian knew that the words "gams are poisonous" she said to the interviewer, what expression did she have? Especially after knowing that the interviewer actually spoke Chinese fluently and asked him to speak Chinese...

After Lin Yalian bought a pizza on behalf of others, the two of them casually found Zhang Kuanda's table and sat down and started lunch. Mu Maoyuan naturally ate bacon pizza, and Lin Yalian tasted a steak. Mu Maoyuan saw that it was cut with one-size-fitting, and the meat was a little red. He frowned and said, "Why hasn't this steak been fried yet? How do you cook the rice in the kitchen?"

Lin Yalian was about to put the beef in the mouth, but she was stunned when she heard this, and then she giggled.

Mu Maoyuan naturally saw it inexplicably, but because of his expression, Lin Yalian immediately smiled even harder. After his inexplicable expression turned into depression, Lin Yalian giggled and said, "Idiot, this is called 80% cooked! According to the authentic Western food, foreigners don't fry the beef until it is cooked. They say that the taste is bad and the nutrition will be lost."

Mu Maoyuan frowned: "Although I don't understand it very well, it seems to make some sense, but... after all, it's not cooked. Can it really taste delicious? Aren't you afraid of breaking your stomach?"

Lin Yalian blinked her eyebrows, and the steak turned to the side she had not cut, and said softly: "Why do you want to try a piece?"

Mu Maoyuan's face turned red again.

"Well……"

It is better to choose one of the two animals than animals. Mu Maoyuan chose the latter. When he really delivered a 80% mature steak to the population, he suddenly realized that he was indeed a long way from being a beast.

"Um... so fishy... Um... although it's quite tender... but it's really fishy! Um... Is this 80% mature? Oh my god..."

Mu Maoyuan's expression at this time was like a face on a concave mirror. Any expression could be presented on it. Lin Yalian smiled secretly and said, "It seems that eating this for you is really a mouse chewing barley. Do you know how much it will cost if this steak is placed in the store outside of us?"

Even if I haven't been there, Mu Maoyuan can certainly imagine how expensive an authentic Western restaurant can be.

"Anyway, I really can't stand it, the smell is too heavy."

Lin Yalian cut off a piece of the entrance with a smile: "You can't stand this? I've been to that restaurant. In addition to 80% mature, there are also 70% mature, 50% mature, and even 30% mature steaks!"

Mu Maoyuan was stunned: "Just kidding? Three matures? Isn't that different from raw? Then who can eat it! Unless..."

At this moment, a little girl sat down next to the dining table.

Mu Maoyuan was stunned for a moment and then realized that although the girl was only thirteen or fourteen years old, she was obviously not an employee of the company, so she should be the child of her parents who came to the company to find her parents.

"Hey, kid, you come to the cafeteria to have a meal too. You're eating..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Maoyuan suddenly became mute.

The surface of the steak is beautifully charred brown, with sweet gravy floating on the surface. However, when the girl's knife rises and falls, the inside is indeed bright red like the tender flesh of the watermelon. There is even bright red juice around the disk and is squeezed out by the knife.

Chewing, listening to the sound of bright red blood squeaking in the girl's mouth, Mu Maoyuan widened his eyes and opened his mouth and said, "Oh my god, girl, your meat is not cooked at all!?"

The girl glanced at him, said nothing, and continued to eat meat. Lin Yalian giggled and said, "This is the three-mature steak, Xiao Mu, how about it, were you scared?"

Is this the three-mature ripening? Apart from the thin layer of the outermost ring, it is just a whole piece of raw meat!

"Miss, aren't you afraid of having a bad stomach when you eat such raw meat? This is your first time eating steak. Could it be that you picked the wrong one? It doesn't matter if you picked the wrong one. Brother can buy another piece for you. We don't have to force ourselves, so..."

"Xiao Mu!"

Lin Yalian kicked him hard under the table. Mu Maoyuan was stunned, but heard her say, "I didn't see the child eating so well, why are you worried about?"

Indeed, it was the time when the steak of 200 grams per piece that was swallowed by the girl. This was four taels of raw meat, and the girl ate it all so easily, which completely scared Mu Maoyuan.

"Child, this steak..."

"This is Spanish black pork ribs, which are slow-cooked at low temperatures. Black pork is paired with Viera white wine from Spain. It is a national food of Spain. The standard process is to slowly cook the black pork ribs at 63 degrees low temperatures for 12 hours, so that the meat is balanced inside and outside, with crispy skin, and properly retain moisture inside. The characteristics are rich in the mouth, oily but not greasy. The standard meal wine should have a fresh fruity aroma, moderate acidity, and a refreshing taste."

As he said that, after drinking the wine and wiping his mouth, the girl glanced at Mu Maoyuan casually and said, "So, this is not steak."

After saying that, she disappeared into the cafeteria as suddenly as when she was Tathagata.

Seeing the girl's back as she flew to the door quickly, Mu Maoyuan opened his mouth silently several times, and finally said, "The steak we eat... doesn't seem to be as...so..."

At this time, Lin Yalian barely sighed.

"So I just kicked you, Xiao Mu, although I don't know where the girl got this dish, she must be a relative of our company's senior management, right?"

Mu Maoyuan blinked: "Our company management...it seems to have just come from the United States not long ago, a group of foreigners who are... NBA, NBC or something...?"

Lin Yalian blinked: "I knew that no matter whether it is our canteen or the newly opened Western restaurant across the street, there are no 3-mature steaks sold, because Chinese people will definitely not eat them."

In this way, Mu Maoyuan looked around in astonishment, at the dining car in the western dining area and colleagues around him, and finally looked back at Lin Yalian with a wry smile.

"Okay... Anyway, I know, I really don't eat..."
Chapter completed!