Chapter 14 I came here for a chef interview, but I only received a brief...

An Fusheng slept in his office last night.

He Zhi went out yesterday and never came back. An Fusheng wanted to ask He Zhi if he knew where the original owner lived, but he didn't have the chance. He also couldn't find the original owner's residence information in his office or on his computer.

With nowhere else to go, he had to stay in the office.

An Fusheng was very satisfied with the office environment. There was air conditioning and the sofa was very soft. Although the sofa was a bit short for his current height, he moved his office chair over and it was just right for him to put his feet down.

The only downside was that he was still half asleep in the morning and forgot that he was sleeping on the sofa, and even more so that Afu had been trying to sleep on him all day yesterday, so he moved Afu's bed next to the sofa.

When I woke up in the morning, I rolled over and fell off the sofa onto the floor, crushing Ah Fu who was fast asleep. I pressed on Ah Fu's tail and hurt it, which made Ah Fu angry.

To appease Afu, Anfusheng cleaned the office, deliberately placing the mop where Afu was standing. Unexpectedly, Afu became even angrier, squatting in front of the office's floor-to-ceiling glass, looking outside, leaving Anfusheng with a cold, indifferent back view.

“I have a job interview, do you want to come with me?” An Fusheng asked.

The furry figure remained unmoved.

"If you don't want to go, then I'll go alone."

An Fusheng added cat food to Afu's bowl, picked up his bag, and really intended to go out alone.

"Meow~" Afu walked to Anfusheng's feet and looked up at him with a wronged expression.

An Fusheng laughed, grabbed the scruff of its neck, lifted it up, and mischievously tossed it into the air. Afu nervously clung to An Fusheng's hand. An Fusheng grinned triumphantly and put it into the bag, saying, "You little rascal."

"Meow~"

The security guard had already checked the bus route for An Fusheng yesterday, and An Fusheng finally arrived at his destination after changing buses twice.

There is a bus stop at the children's welfare home. An Fusheng got off the bus and saw the gate of Xingchen Children's Welfare Home with almost no effort.

An Fusheng walked to the door, but the door was closed and there were no security guards. An Fusheng raised his hand as if to knock.

"Bang!"

An Fusheng looked down.

A small head peeked out from under the door.

"Hehe!" The little head drooled as it smiled at him.

An Fusheng: "..."

His little head was fixed on An Fusheng's bag, his eyes full of excitement. He stretched his neck and reached out with his little hands to grab at things through the gaps in the fence.

It looks like a crayfish.

An Fusheng took two steps back.

The cat that was almost caught suddenly moved away. Wen Xingrui tried to grab it a few more times in the air, but couldn't catch it. Frustrated, Wen Xingrui pouted and burst into tears.

"Xingrui, what's wrong? Oh no, don't stick your head out, you'll get stuck... Oh no, Xingrui's head is stuck in the door again!"

At a shout, a group of children rushed towards the door.

"Why is it stuck again?"

"I told you to look, but you didn't."

"I'm doing my homework."

"We shouldn't have let him out..."

All eyes were fixed on the person outside the door.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, An Fusheng stammered and argued, "No...it wasn't me."

In the morning, fearing that Afu would feel suffocated in the bag, he cut a small opening on the side of the bag to let it breathe.

Unexpectedly, along the way, the small opening was torn into a large one by Afu, and Afu's head came out of the opening.

The child must have seen Afu and wanted to catch it, which is why he stuck his head through the crack in the door. Although it can't be said that he had nothing to do with it, the child did crawl through it himself.

"Big brother?" one of the children called out.

An Fusheng looked closely and realized that they were familiar faces—the same few people who had been clinging to him the day before yesterday!

"Is it you?"

"Big brother, why are you back?"

“Me…Big Brother? You know me?” An Fusheng asked.

“You’re our eldest brother, of course we know you.”

The iron gate was opened from the inside.

The children filed out and surrounded An Fusheng, asking him questions.

"Brother, did you come to see us? Aunt Lou said you weren't coming back and told us not to bother you anymore."

"Big brother, I miss you so much."

"Big brother, can you make us wolf tooth potatoes?"

...

“Am I really your eldest brother?” An Fusheng pointed to himself.

A group of small heads of varying heights nodded in unison.

"This is an orphanage. You live here?"

The uneven little heads continued to nod in unison.

So the original owner was from an orphanage? Then why weren't they surprised at all when he disappeared for a few days and came back?

"Don't I live in a welfare home?"

"yes."

Why don't I live in a welfare home?

"Because you've grown up."

"No, it's because my older brother graduated from university."

"No, no, it's because my older brother can earn money on his own now."

“Yes, Aunt Lou said that once she earns money, she can have her own home, and once she has her own home, she won’t need to go back to the orphanage.”

"What's wrong? Xingrui is stuck in the door again?" Bai Miaomiao rushed over anxiously, but first saw the young man standing outside the door. "Big brother?"

The forgotten Wen Xingrui was pushed outside along with the door to a flowerpot. It was impossible to know what plants were originally planted in the flowerpot, but the weeds inside had blossomed into tiny flowers, and a small blue butterfly was fluttering among the flowers.

Wen Xingrui was attracted by the butterfly, reached out to catch it, and grabbed a handful of dirt, then started playing with the dirt.

"Hey, Xingrui, you can't eat dirt!"

Bai Mangmang reacted quickly and grabbed Wen Xingrui's hand as he was about to put dirt into his mouth.

Everyone's attention finally returned to Wen Xingrui.

"Big brother, Xingrui is inside the door, what do we do?"

The children looked to An Fusheng for help.

An Fusheng had no choice but to give the bag to Bai Miaomiao to help carry it, and then squatted down to hug Wen Xingrui.

He tried pulling it back, but it didn't work; its head was too big. He then tried pushing it forward, but he couldn't push it out either…

How did they manage to stuff this thing in there?

“We might need to make the gap a little bigger,” An Fusheng said.

"Then how do we do it?" several children asked An Fusheng, surrounding him.

"Move aside a bit, I'll use my hands to bend those two railings that are blocking my neck."

When Wen Min returned from the hospital, she saw a group of children gathered around the gate, chanting "Go for it!" in unison.

"What's wrong?" Wen Min asked curiously as she walked over.

The children turned around when they heard the sound.

Then, Wenmin saw a young man among the children grimacing as he lay on the rusty iron gate, with several brown rust marks on his left cheek.

"Fu Zai?" Wen Min asked uncertainly.

It's not that she was blind; the young man in front of her looked disheveled and not very bright, which was quite a contrast to the refined, mature, and steady image of An Fusheng in her memory.

An Fusheng was using both hands and feet to forcefully bend the iron bar when he heard the sound and looked up at Wen Min.

Wen Min: "Is it you?"

An Fusheng: "Yes...right?"

"hey-hey!"

"Oh dear, this unlucky kid, how did he get stuck in the door crack again?" Wen Min took a few steps forward, squatted down, grabbed a railing and shook it vigorously until the railing fell into Wen Min's hands.

Everyone: ? ? ?

What just happened?

How did the iron railings disappear in the blink of an eye?

Wen Min picked up Wen Xingrui, patted the dirt off him, and said, "He always likes to squeeze through the cracks in the door, and he always squeezes through this hole, so I had someone cut this pole down. But I was afraid he would climb out, so I made it movable. It's just that he hasn't been squeezing through it much lately, so it's not very flexible anymore, haha."

An Fusheng silently rubbed his hands behind his back, then looked at the children with a mixture of doubt, reproach, and indifference. Why didn't you remind me that this railing was movable?

The children shook their heads frantically; they really didn't know!

"Alright, alright, hurry up and go inside." Wen Min took out a wet wipe from her pocket and wiped the mud off Wen Xingrui.

"Go wash up quickly, there will be interviews coming soon. If you bunch of naughty kids look like this, you'll scare them away and they'll have to keep eating Aunt Lou's cooking."

The children ran to the bathroom in terror.

"Big brother, let's go! Aunt Lou's cooking is terrifying!"

An Fusheng looked bewildered. He followed them to the bathroom to wash his face, then slowly returned to Wen Min. "I...I'm here for an interview."

"Huh?" Wen Min was wiping Wen Xingrui's dirty fingers.

"I... am here for a chef interview."

Wen Min froze: "You?"

An Fusheng: "Mm."

Wen Min: "Interviewing a chef?"

An Fusheng: "Mm."

Putting aside the question of why An Fusheng would come to interview for a chef position, and how An Fusheng knew she was hiring a chef, Wen Min asked him directly.

An Fusheng: "I applied for the job online."

Wen Min: "But I only received one resume, and the person was a 54-year-old man."

An Fusheng felt a pang of panic. The security guard was right; jobs were hard to find these days, and many people were vying for any position. It seemed this person was his competitor, and had even submitted a resume, while An Fusheng didn't have one!

"Luckily I arrived before him." An Fusheng was relieved and put on a great show to promote himself. "I could cook when I was five, clean when I was six, take care of children when I was seven, and hand wash clothes when I was eight. I can definitely do this job."

Wen Min looked at An Fusheng with a complicated expression: "Fuzi, although you spent most of your time at boarding school when I took over the orphanage, I still know you very well. You have no problem taking care of the children, doing laundry, and cooking, but do you really know how to cook?"

An Fusheng said eagerly, "I can do it, I can cook..."

No, he is the original owner now, and this is where the original owner grew up. The person in front of him knows the original owner. An Fusheng swallowed his words halfway through.

Wen Min asked, "Why are you looking for a job here? Didn't you say you were working at a good company?"

After thinking for a long time, An Fusheng said, "I fell a few days ago and damaged my brain, so I... can't do my old job anymore."

Wen Min: "Did you damage your brain?"

An Fusheng: "Yes, I don't remember anything from before... including how I did my old job."

"Amnesia?" Wen Min looked at An Fusheng, his mind racing with images of An Fusheng being fired by his boss and left all alone because of amnesia.

After thinking for a long time, she said with a sympathetic look, "Then you can help take care of the children at the orphanage for now. You can leave whenever you want later."

“I can cook.” An Fusheng was still a little worried that if the person who could cook came, he would be squeezed out. He didn’t care whether the original owner could cook or not. If he lost his memory and his previous skills, couldn’t he gain new skills? Who knows? Anyway, he could.

Wen Min yawned: "Let's decide whether to cook later, depending on how the interviewees are doing. Can you keep an eye on Xingrui for me? I need to catch up on some sleep. When the interviewees arrive, can you have Miaomiao call me?"

“Okay.” An Fusheng agreed verbally, but in his heart he was thinking that when the interviewees came later, he would tell them that he had already hired a chef.

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