Lingmiao is a peaceful and harmonious place.
But Pang Wensheng was furious.
He never expected that the other party would dare to delete him as a friend!
Does she even realize her place in the interstellar world?
This was the first time he had ever met someone who dared to delete him from their friends list.
As Pang Wen remained angry, he couldn't help but laugh at himself.
He insisted on working as a chef at this restaurant.
He really got into a fight with her.
So he kept sending messages to the other party, and when the other party didn't reply, he quickly sent a private message.
As a result, I discovered that my account had been blocked.
he:"……"
Ling Miao received his barrage of private messages, which further solidified her belief in herself.
He's definitely a scammer!
These days, things that come to you uninvited are usually not good.
The phrase came to mind, and she glanced at Zheng Wenrun.
The other person seemed confused, looked back at her, and then looked away.
Ling Miao lowered her head and thought silently.
Except for Zheng Wenrun.
However, if he hadn't suddenly appeared, I wouldn't have gotten a chef for nothing.
Thinking about it this way, Ling Miao felt that it would be great if all those chefs had screws in their heads.
However, she knew that this idea was just wishful thinking, so she put it out of her mind after thinking about it.
As for the person who kept sending her private messages, Ling Miao got annoyed when she saw that he was still sending them, so she simply blocked him.
Now it's quiet.
Pang Wensheng was dumbfounded.
He laughed in exasperation. When the time came for his reserved starship, he didn't even bother to pack his things. He immediately boarded the starship and sped off to Tardar.
Meanwhile, it was already the second day for Ling Miao, and Hobson's friends and family came to apply for the job.
Just as Hobson had said before, his friend was also a man of few words.
His large, muscular joints revealed how robust he had once been, but now...
Ling Miao looked away, a touch of melancholy in her heart.
Just like Hobson, the opponent's wrist bones were thick, but only a thin layer of skin and flesh were attached to his body, making him look terribly thin.
He also lost sight in one eye and became lame in one leg.
It made them look even more destitute.
He was holding the hand of a little boy, about five or six years old, who had inherited his father's physique, with strong wrists and arms, but like his father, the little guy was pitifully thin.
His wife followed behind him.
Surprisingly, his wife was much petite and delicate, but all three of them were similarly thin.
Meeting her gaze, the delicate woman gave a soft smile.
Ling Miao looked away and pointed to the ingredients beside her, "Come and try it!"
The other party acted swiftly and skillfully, appearing extremely composed.
As Ling Miao looked at him, she brought out the breakfast she had prepared that morning and gestured for his wife and children to eat.
The child stared at her with wide, round eyes, saying nothing, and stood close to his mother.
The petite woman fidgeted with her fingers, seemingly a little nervous, before speaking, "We don't need to, let's wait for Commons."
Seeing her shake her head, Ling Miao had no time to say anything when she saw her gaze pass over her and land on her husband behind her.
His eyes held an obvious expectation.
Ling Miao paused, then understood what the other person was thinking.
She sighed almost imperceptibly and turned to look at Commons.
Just as Hobson had assured him, the opponent's knife skills were extremely proficient.
The potato shreds were cut finely and neatly.
Each root is distinct, and they are all the same size and thickness.
She was very satisfied and immediately offered to hire him.
"Thank you."
Commons looked directly at the girl in front of him, bowed respectfully, and then his gaze fell on Hobson, who had been watching him.
He curved his lips into a smile, looked at his former brothers, opened his mouth, and silently said, "Thank you."
Hobson waved his hand dismissively.
The woman visibly relaxed upon hearing that her husband had passed the interview, and even the child standing beside her showed a hint of joy on his face.
The whole family knew the purpose of Dad's visit this time.
Once the child relaxed, their gaze involuntarily fell on a plate of food that had just been served.
Each one resembles a plump, blooming flower, wrapped in a white, translucent dough, revealing clearly the brown rice grains inside.
Not only the rice grains, but Perod's excellent eyesight also spotted the diced mushrooms mixed in with the rice grains, and it seemed there were other ingredients as well.
The entire dish was so exquisitely presented that it resembled a plump and adorable work of art, standing gracefully on a snow-white plate, making one's mouth water.
But it wouldn't be outdone, emitting a steaming hot aroma, the fragrant mist constantly wafting into his nostrils.
"Gurgle—"
Perodua's face flushed red, and he stood there dumbfounded, at a loss for what to do.
The woman hugged the child, and the grandfather seemed a little embarrassed. She lowered her head, and the tips of her ears turned red.
Commons' expression didn't change, but Ling Miao noticed that the corners of his lips tightened, and even his face tensed up.
His eyes darkened.
Ling Miao watched him walk up, his large hand touching the child's head, his voice barely audible, "Are you hungry?"
"without…"
The child wanted to shake his head, but when he looked up and met his father's gaze, he couldn't say anything and could only lower his head in a stammering voice.
Ling Miao stood awkwardly to the side, and was about to move away when she heard the child's barely audible voice.
"sorry."
You haven't done anything wrong to me.
Commons scooped up the child, reached for the shumai on the plate, picked one up, and put it in the child's mouth.
"It's Dad's fault."
Instead of feeding his own family, he caused his wife and children to suffer, unable to even get enough to eat.
His wife understood what he meant and was about to shake her head when she saw him shake his head first.
The wife didn't say anything, but looked at the shumai being offered to her lips, smiled, and ate it without hesitation.
Ling Miao: Wow!
I feel like I'm being stretched to the limit.
But it looks really good.
She couldn't help but drift off into her own thoughts for a moment, and the next second she felt a gaze fall upon her.
Following that gaze, I met Commons's eyes.
What does it feel like to spy on a couple? Ling Miao is feeling quite embarrassed right now.
Although she felt that the other person hadn't done anything that would make her blush or her heart race.
But I just inexplicably find myself gripping the ground with my toes.
Now they've been caught red-handed.
She gave an awkward smile and was about to say something to ease the tension when Commons spoke first.
“You said before that she could work with us.”
He looked at his wife beside him, who followed his gaze and looked at Ling Miao with expectant eyes.
Ling Miao nodded quickly, "Of course, do you know how to chop vegetables? Would you like to work in the kitchen or the dining room?"
The woman seemed a little embarrassed. She shook her head and said, "I'm sorry, I know nothing about cooking."
"That's alright. You just stay in the restaurant and explain things to the customers and manage their emotions."
"If you're really too busy, you can help Xiaoyuan with the food delivery."
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