Zheng Shuiyu was a little puzzled: "Then why did he feel at ease to let you come out of a girl's house and work in such a small place?"

Kiyo said: "He's busy."

Zheng Shuiyu was a little confused about her.

The next second, she entered the kitchen. Zheng Shuiyu's husband He Qiang was the chef. He had good knife skills and was cutting potatoes.

He taught Muyo: "The fingers should be bent and the back of the hand should be pressed against the surface of the knife, so that you will not cut the hand. When the knife is fast, it will be a piece of sword light..."

In fact, He Qiangyuan has not reached that level, and he just makes a fuss in front of the little girl.

Kiyo said: "I'll give it a try."

She tried to cut a few times, and then her hands gradually got faster, and the blades and cutting boards hit each other, like fast-paced music.

Cut one, then another, and cut the chopping board with fine yellow potatoes, shredded artwork in elegant posture.

He Qiang opened his mouth wide and looked at it. Zheng Shuiyu and Zheng Li were attracted by the sound and leaned into their heads from the kitchen door.

I reached out to touch it again, the basin was empty and the potatoes were cut.

Mu Dai picked up the knife and threw it hard towards the cutting board. The corners of the kitchen knife were chopped into the wooden board, standing firmly, like a strong note that suddenly stopped music.

Then he turned around and faced the three people's mouths that could not be closed, bent his knees, lowered his head, and carried his apron, like a ballet little swan that was over.

I giggled and went out, feeling comfortable.

Zheng Shuiyu felt that the waiter was recruited by the real value.

Next month, she may be able to pay a salary for the tycoon, so that she can be too arrogant and be poached.

***

That night, dinner time just passed and the midnight snack time was not up, and it happened to be a free round.

Muyo sat at the restaurant door and looked at the red public telephone booth across the street.

Then he took the paper and pen, lay on the table and wrote something. After finishing writing, he looked up at Zheng Li and waved to her to come.

Zheng Li liked her for no reason, but liked to follow her and trot all the way to her.

Kiyo said: "Are you rich? Do me a favor."

She wanted to make a phone call, but she had just started working and had not had time to pay her salary, and she had only two corners of steel in her pocket.

Zheng Li nodded quickly: "Yes!"

The two of them squeezed into the telephone booth. Mu Dai turned around and closed the door. After Zheng Li threw in the coins, she slowly pressed down a string of mobile phone numbers. While waiting, she stuffed the note to Zheng Li and said, "Read as you wish."

With the street lights and the various colors of lights in the alleys, Zheng Li saw the lines clearly. She didn't understand a little, so she looked at Mu Dayi and wanted to ask: Why?

Mu Dai leaned against the glass surface of the telephone booth, his head was slightly tilted, his plaid shirt rolled up his sleeves, revealing his fair arms. She stretched out her fingers to her lips, signaling her not to speak more.

His eyes were gentle and quiet, his long hair brushed across his shoulders, and a soft halo was crawled by the lights hitting him from behind.

Zheng Li felt that if she was a man, she would almost fall in love with her.

The phone was connected, and a man's low voice came from the other end: "Hey?"

Zheng Li was stunned and quickly held up the note, chanting in her own unstandard Mandarin.

"Hello, our company specializes in various real estate, with commission discounts and in-house services, which is your best choice for investment and property purchases..."

The phone hung up.

Zheng Li was pinching the note, a little at a loss, and Kiyo lowered her head and kept laughing.

After a while, she whispered: "I'm so impatient."

After saying that, he pushed the door and walked towards the restaurant with his pace.

Zheng Li followed closely behind and asked, "Sister Mumu, is it your enemy? Is it your intentional call to make trouble?"

There was a sound of shouting from the end of the alley. Mu Dai turned his head to see a group of gangsters carrying a box of beer, shouting and shouting towards the restaurant. They were either bare chests and backs or were wearing loose clothes. They were not old, and they were probably only ten years old.

Kiyo said: "Hurry up, the midnight snack is about to open."
Chapter completed!