"Brother Yuanbao is so serious. Be careful in the future. I have been spoiled by me, so I didn't hurt Brother Yuanbao." Pei Xiaoqing said with a shallow smile.

"It's okay." Yuanbao glared at Zi Sang, turned around but muttered in a low voice: "I have never seen such a fierce girl. I'm not afraid of not getting married."

"What did you say?" Zi Sang heard it sincerely, immediately blushed and stomped his feet and scolded.

"Did I say anything? I said nothing. I said Zisang, are you listening more?" Jin Yuanbao was so angry that he suddenly trembled with a stern body, spreading his hands and making trouble.

Zi Sang snorted coldly in anger, turned his head and ignored him.

Jin Yuanbao specially set up a half private room for Pei Xiaoqing on the second floor, so she is not disturbed. After teaching a few dishes every day, Pei Xiaoqing will come to this private room to rest. Speaking of which, although she knows a lot, it can’t take a few days to teach. Now, except for the few dishes she put in the box, what she knows has basically been passed on to the chefs. From tomorrow, she will not have to go into the kitchen again.

Sitting in the private room, Pei Xiaoqing took out a drawing to let Jin Yuanbao look at it.

Fatty Jin looked at the thin lines on the drawings and the squares drawn, and was a little dizzy:

"Brother An, what is this?"

"Don't you understand this? Look at the sketches drawn by my young master, from north to south, from left to west to east, here is the gate of the restaurant, which is the entrance. Here, we need to build a passage so that guests can feel different services when entering the door. Let's look at it, we need to build a battalion, a good piano player, and a good piano player to play. Here, we need to build a platform to be a good performer..."

Zisang looked at Jin Yuanbao with contempt, and pointed at the drawings with white fingertips to explain to him. His voice was crisp and sweet, his speech was quick and sensible, and he was quick and quick. Jin Yuanbao didn't understand anything, so she stopped patiently to explain to him.

When Pei Xiaoqing was drawing this picture at home, she carefully explained it to Zisang. Unexpectedly, this girl had such a good memory. The most important thing is that she was a little talented in reading the drawings, and she understood everything after only saying it a few times.

Now, Pei Xiaoqing's verbal remarks have been spared.

Although Fatty Jin was full of fat intestines, his mind was very flexible and he could understand it at one point. The more he heard the small eyes squeezed into a seam by the fat meat, the bigger and brighter it became. Just like the two shining lights in the darkness, his eyes became warmer when he looked at Zisang.

After Zisang finished speaking, he picked up the tea on the table and took a sip. Jin Yuanyu's small eyes beads turned up and down with her hands. When she finished drinking and put down the cup, he muttered in a low voice: "That's my tea..."

Zisang's pretty face suddenly turned red. She was too thirsty, and she was purely subconscious action. In fact, it was nothing. It was just that the fat man thought about it, and the air was filled with the smell of ambiguousness and embarrassment.

"You are the owner of Feng Mingxuan. I'm a guest after coming from afar. You don't even have a meal, so you're so embarrassed to say..." Zi Sang's pretty eyes narrowed, pointing at Jin Yuanbao and cursing.

Jin Yuanbao's neck shrank, his body flashed behind Pei Xiaoqing, and he looked at Zi Sang with timid eyes and said, "The real murderer is not afraid of not getting married."

His extremely heavy tonnage was hiding behind Pei Xiaoqing, and it looked like a big like hiding behind a sheep. It looked very funny, and there was such a classic sentence in his mouth.
Chapter completed!