Today is a classic Western restaurant style. Because the chef is very passionate, he stews and cooks with extra heat.

People are like this. When you are frustrated in love, you always have to be proud of your career. If you lose face, then you can only say that you have failed as a human being.

"A plate of spaghetti bolognese and cream of mushroom soup."

"Two filet mignons, tomato sauce."

"The remaining braised beef tongue is still cooking, please wait."

Mr. Qianyuan pushed the trolley gracefully and gracefully, stopped at the designated location, bent down and brought the dishes that the two beautiful girls were waiting for to the table.

In addition, let them know that there is still another dish that has not been served, so please wait.

On the plate in my hand, half of the beef is fried to a golden brown, while the other half is slightly brown with beautiful marble lines, which looks tender and juicy. This half is a low-temperature steak that looks only medium-rare, but is actually seven-year-old.

The accomplished chef shows off his skills.

Some fresh spices are placed on the side, which smells like a cold fragrance. The colors on the plate are bright and bright, which arouses appetite.

Seeing the surprised smiles on the two guests' faces, he nodded and smiled.

But it’s not over yet, the steaks in this restaurant always have the most amazing finishing touch.

Topped with the still-hot gravy, the hot beef steaks, which had turned orange, lay quietly, huddled together and glowing under the light with the fragrant juice.

The last process is carried out right under the eyes of the guests.

He pulled up his sleeves, slightly bent his wrists, picked up a few chopped green onions, a bunch of spices, salt and pepper, and sprinkled them in the air to inject soul. The clear soup flowed in the gaps between the steaks, pepper noodles and minced green onions.

Red and green, decorated with hot dishes.

"Please also have a meal."

Qianyuan threw away his hand and turned around gracefully, preparing to deliver food to the next customer in the order on the order.

It's a pity that even such a free and generous Tokyo handsome guy will be regarded as a stumbling block on his love road by dissatisfied and malicious customers, who will deliberately make things difficult for him.

"No, why did you add chili powder?"

The hook-nosed girl stopped him and couldn't help but frown and ask.

Mr. Qianyuan sighed softly.

She has such a bad attitude. This little girl seems to have a bad temper and a vicious face. She will probably have a hard time finding a boyfriend in her life.

However, no matter when and where, as long as you are at work, you must keep smiling at God. "Receiving God, the customer, with the best spirit" is the spiritual purpose of the service industry.

Mr. Qianyuan turned his back and readjusted the curvature of the corners of his mouth with his fingers, using his professional skills as a voice actor, and continued to say in a gentle tone:

"No, this guest has misunderstood. I added spicy seasoning, not cheap chili powder from outside." He turned around and emphasized.

"What are you talking about?"

"No nonsense."

"I mean...this stuff is spicy, right?"

The hook-nosed girl spoke word by word, clearly showing her dissatisfaction: "Why do you need to add spicy seasoning without telling me in advance?"

"This guest, you really misunderstood. Although it is called spicy seasoning, this is actually salty and not spicy at all." Mr. Qianyuan explained with certainty.

"It's called spicy seasoning, isn't it spicy?"

The girl took a breath of air. She was shocked by the "open eyes and lies" of the person in front of her.

But the sound sounds familiar, have you heard it somewhere?

But his face doesn't look like he's lying, he's swearing.

"Really?" the girl fox asked.

"real!"

I'm still dubious, after all, the color is too bright.

The hook-nosed girl asked the ungrateful waiter to stand here obediently. She didn't care about the kind words of Miss Dongshan next to her, "Please be lenient and be merciful." She frowned, determined to open her eyes for this person tonight.

A lesson for those who lie.

If you do something wrong, you have to admit it and stand upright and get beaten. This is the rule of human society.

She looked down at the dinner plate, held the fork in her hand, and gently slid the silver-white knife on the steak.

The outer layer of the steak is fried golden, but the inside of the steak is tender and tender, which is a sign of medium rare.

The tomato sauce on the outside soaks down the cut.

When the steak comes close to your mouth, your nose smells it first.

The rich meaty aroma mixed with a burst of rosemary rushes into the tip of the nose, making people drool instantly.

Of course, you can’t just look at it, you have to actually taste it.

"Aww."

The girl swallowed the food on her fork in one bite. The moment the steak entered her mouth, it was gently squeezed by her mouth, and the meat juices spurted out instantly.

The sweet beef juice mixed with a burnt aroma spreads in the mouth. When chewing, the large grains of sea salt and small grains of pepper and salt stimulate the taste buds to be more sensitive.

The fat sandwiched in the beef seemed to melt in your mouth, but what hit your throat was not greasiness but a milky beef aroma.

The taste seemed to melt in my heart, and an ultimate deliciousness emerged spontaneously.

"Oh, it's delicious." Miss Dongshan looked at the girl with bright eyes and praised.

"It's delicious..." The bell girl nodded, not denying this fact.

"The question is, is it a bit spicy?"

"Yeah." Honest Miss Dongshan nodded.

The girl turned her cold eyes to the handsome waiter next to her.

Men today are just deceitful and full of lies.

"Really?" The young man scratched his head.

"real."

The girl snorted loudly.

"Then can I have a taste to confirm...it hurts! Sister Qiushan, spare your life!"

"I'm sorry. If you are dissatisfied, our store will be happy to exchange a new plate for you two."

After hearing the argument, Maya Akiyama had already come to Qianyuan's side, and a strong and slender arm was already pressing his head and bowing in greeting.

The attitude is very sincere.

Except for the reluctant guy next to me.

But no matter what happens at this time, the store owner can only bow his head.

Girls naturally don't embarrass girls. The hook-nosed girl waved her hand, then pointed at the boy's brand name opposite and said arrogantly: "I just want him to admit his mistake. The spiciness of the steak is still edible. There is no need.

Change the plate."

"But now please ask this little bastard named Qianyuan to apologize to me! It's best to sit in the soil seat position!"

The girl crossed her legs, pointed her fingers heavily at the ground, and asked sternly: "Is this the professional ethics you should have as a waiter to admit your fault to me for the lies you told me?"

The words are very familiar, they seem to be the lines from the actor's studio next door.

Mr. Qianyuan scratched his head and asked tentatively:

"Miss, is your surname Owada?"

"Ha-where did it go..."

The girl glanced at the face opposite her suspiciously. She was so handsome that he was rare in the world. Unless he had a twin brother, he would be pretty good.

As out of touch as ever, I haven't seen him for more than a year, and he still has the same personality.

Famous brands have even written the answers.

Dragging the stool a little way forward with a clattering sound, the girl stared into the other person's eyes.

"I said, Qianyuan, are you pretending not to know me on purpose?"

This tone seems a bit familiar.

However, I instinctively told Mr. Chihara that it would be better not to recall it.

"I don't understand what Sakura-san is saying. There are guests over there, so I went to entertain them."

"You're still pretending not to know me now! Why are you blocking me?" The girl behind him grabbed his sky-high price work clothes and asked angrily.

The young man turned around, feeling an inexplicable feeling of nostalgia and sadness for no reason.

We haven't seen each other for so long, but she is still as lively and cute as ever.

It's really rare that his playful temperament doesn't change at all.

It's even more itchy.

"Absolutely, weren't you the one who told me about using the voice changer?"

"Why do you have such a crazy face now?"

Mr. Qianyuan, who had completely given up on the realistic image, put his hands on both sides of the small face of his housekeeper's image painter.
Chapter completed!