When she came out of the kitchen, there were only a few empty plates left on the table, and the table of vegetables had been eaten up like wind and clouds.

Seeing her come out of the kitchen empty-handed, the audience in the hall was full of disappointment:

"Mr. An, why don't you cook a few more dishes?"

"Ah, I'm tired, gentleman is the chef. He is a businessman, but not a chef." Pei Xiaoqing smiled gently.

When I raised my eyes, I saw Fatty Jin squatting in the corner and drawing circles. My white and fat face was full of sorrow, and my eyes were revealed in the two slender slits.

He was so fierce before, but now he looked like an abandoned stray dog. Pei Xiaoqing felt soft and stepped forward and said, "Boss Jin..."

"The restaurant is yours." Fatty Jin stood up, took out a letter of contract from his sleeve and slapped it hard on the table, and said with a heroic look as if a hero cut off his arm.

Pei Xiaoqing said: "Don't you let all the guys evaluate it? The winner is a matter of the result?"

"I've divided it, the dishes you cook are really delicious." Fatty Jin's tone softened, and his eyes also showed a look of regret.

He is a person who dares to act and keeps his promises.

Seeing Pei Xiaoqing laughing, Comrade Jin Yuanbao shortened his body and squatted back to the corner, looking at Pei Xiaoqing with a gaze. That way, the more resentful he was, the more resentful he was, just like he was the abandoned little resentful woman, while Pei Xiaoqing was a cruel and fickle man who was abandoned.

Pei Xiaoqing couldn't help but feel chilled under his eyes. Fatty, you have to pretend to be weak and have a weak figure. You are a tonnage-level figure, looking at people with a pitiful look will really make people unable to bear it.

It seems that Lord Yuanbao loved this restaurant very much. The thing he had always been proud of was suddenly lost by a bet and lost again. The fat man must be unwilling to accept it, but he was a promise made in front of everyone. He couldn't even regret it.

"Young boss, what should I do? If you lose Feng Mingxuan, the master will definitely blame you today."

"I am willing to accept the loss of the bet. Even if I am beaten to death by my father, I deserve it." Comrade Jin Yuanbao looked at Pei Xiaoqing with his squinting eyes.

Pei Xiaoqing had no choice but to surrender: "Young Master, I won't want your restaurant in vain."

Fatty Jin opened his squinting eyes a little, and turned from a ray of sky to two crescent moons.

"It's yours. I'm just using my cooking skills. I'll pass on my skills to your cook, and you'll give me a 30% bonus every month!"

"Really?" Jin Yuanbao immediately stood up again and almost hit Pei Xiaoqing's head. Pei Xiaoqing really didn't know how he could have such a fast speed when moving his tonnage with such a speed?

Then he denied his speculation, how could a Jianjiazi grow up with fat?

"Real than pearls."

"Then write the document." Jin Yuanbao was afraid that Pei Xiaoqing would regret it. He thought that the family wealth he had exported was back, but he lost 30% of the dividends. The one he exchanged for was a superb cooking skill. The fat man immediately passed the gains and losses in his mind and said hurriedly.

What I wrote again was not a document, but a contract. One of the people present was the county magistrate, who asked him to be an intermediary, sign and seal, and prepared a copy to the government office for archives.

But after a fight and cooking a few side dishes, I got 30% of the bonus in the most prosperous restaurant in the town. Pei Xiaoqing felt that today was so smooth. Even the sun outside was much warmer and warmer. When she was about to return to Yuan's house, she heard someone scolding in the lobby downstairs:

"Where did the stinky beggar come from? I dare to get my clothes dirty."
Chapter completed!