Chapter 15 A Misunderstanding
There is no impenetrable wall in this world. Especially when the gossipers use their utmost strength.
Yun Mo never expected that she and Manager Wen had already performed a heart-wrenching love story that transcended age, which could be called the interstellar version of Yu Xuanji and Wen Tingyun.
Chef Fang held the spoon in his hand, with a look of regret and disappointment on his face, "Alas..."
He sighed deeply and turned away.
Yun Mo poked Wang Xiaocan: "What's wrong with him?"
Wang Xiaocan also looked at her with a very complicated look: "Don't you think Manager Wen is too old?"
Yunmo: ...
"You were born before I was born, and I was born when you were already old."
Chef Wang must have read a lot of classics to be able to come up with such high-quality sentences.
Yun Mo raised her hand to her forehead, recalling Manager Wen’s loud shout, and suddenly felt extremely wronged.
This morning, embarrassment was mixed with schadenfreude, regret, and countless other human emotions.
Chef Fang, Chef Ruan and others brought out dishes with a mixture of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty flavors and pushed them in front of Yunmo, hoping that she could understand them.
Yun Mo slammed the table and pointed at a tall man with a bulbous nose, "Come here!"
"What?" Sun Zhihang's eyes flickered, and he didn't dare to look at her.
"You are good at spreading rumors. You are well-informed, emotional, and have good writing skills. Why don't you join a paparazzi team?" Yun Mo stared into his eyes and snorted coldly.
"Don't accuse me wrongly." Sun Zhihang stiffened his neck.
Yun Mo had a faint smile on her lips and pointed at him with her index finger, "You're doing great!"
"Let me ask you, you saw me enter Manager Wen's room. Did you see what we did? What time did you see me go in, and what time did you see me come out?"
"I didn't spread it," Sun Zhihang said with a red face.
Yun Mo pretended not to hear and looked at the time on her wrist. "I'm telling you, I entered room 306 at 10:55 and came out at 11:01. The surveillance footage shows it all. So I want to ask you, what do you think those six minutes are enough for?"
"Only six minutes?" The dozens of chefs and kitchen assistants who gathered around looked at each other in bewilderment.
At this time, Manager Wen also came down the stairs, stretching lazily. "What are you guys doing together?"
However, he received a lot of sympathetic looks.
"Oh, Sun Zhihang thinks that we spent about six minutes last night to complete a series of activities from taking off clothes to putting on clothes," Yun Mo said slowly with her arms around her chest.
"Puff..." Manager Wen spat out a mouthful of tea and choked, coughing repeatedly.
"I didn't say that," Sun Zhihang yelled and continued to struggle.
"Your eyebrows are straight, and your philtrum is short. When I called you just now, you turned your head and neck and your body remained motionless. From a distance, you looked smiling, but up close, you looked angry but not quite. You have the typical wolf-like and tiger-like appearance."
"I can't control how cunning you are. It's your business if you like to spread rumors, but you can't mess with me!" Yun Mo narrowed her eyes and looked at him meaningfully.
Only then did the colleagues realize that something was wrong. The person involved was so calm, could there really be a misunderstanding?
"I clearly heard it from Wang Xiaocan," Sun Zhihang said, quickly trying to pass the buck when he saw Manager Wen's eyes starting to turn cold.
Wang Xiaocan's face turned pale. "I...I heard it from Sister Wu."
Everyone's eyes turned to the middle-aged woman with broad shoulders and a round waist.
Sister Wu: "I heard it from Li Jiangang."
Li Jiangang was so anxious that his face turned red. After a while, he said, "Ah, I remember now. I heard Sun Zhihang on the phone in the men's room saying he heard shouting from Room 306. That's why I said that."
Sun Zhihang: ...
Anyway, things have come to this point. He simply stiffened his neck and said unconvincedly: "What's wrong with me saying it? You dare to do it but not let others say it?"
"Shut up!" Manager Wen was shaking with anger.
Their restaurant, Fez, has always been known for its strict hiring practices. Even temporary workers are carefully selected. I didn't expect such a groundless thing to happen.
"Then Yunmo, what were you doing in Manager Wen's room in the middle of the night? Do you dare to tell me?"
"Treat him," Yun Mo snorted coldly, pointing at Manager Wen's neck, "He has a bad cervical spine."
Everyone had initially believed it, but now they felt speechless. This reason was too fake.
"Pfft," Sun Zhihang laughed, "Do you think we are fools?"
As if she knew what he was thinking, Yun Mo pinched his chin with her right index finger and thumb. "They say seeing is believing, hearing is believing. So today, I will teach you how foolish it is to chase shadows."
"I'm waiting," said Sun Zhihang.
Yun Mo ignored him, "Chef Fang, please come."
She moved a stool and motioned for Chef Fang to sit down.
Chef Fang was already a little shaken. He didn't want to believe it in the first place, so he sat down and cooperated after hearing it.
Yun Mo pulled his hand over and took his pulse briefly.
"Chef Fang has a lot of problems, including cervical spondylosis, periarthritis of the shoulder, and varicose veins in the lower limbs..." Yun Mo said as Sun Zhihang curled his lips.
"Isn't it obvious? For those of us in this line of work, this is an occupational disease." Sun Zhihang muttered.
Until Yun Mo's hand pressed on the acupuncture points on Chef Fang's back...
“Ah…”
Chef Fang yelled, startling everyone.
Chef Fang was already quite restrained, but his voice still lingered in the lobby, and he was almost in tears.
“Oh…oh…harder…”
Everyone looked at Chef Fang who was almost lying on the chair, and looked at each other in confusion. Is it really that exaggerated?
At the same time, Yun Mo felt a strong force of faith in her sea of consciousness, which made her instantly alert.
The power of faith? !
Oh shit!
It turns out this is possible!
She also felt it last night. She thought it was from the Million Spiders, but it seems it came from Manager Wen.
It turns out that pinching the shoulders and neck can also generate the power of faith!
Why is she still struggling to open a shop? What kind of life is that?
Yun Mo looked at the remaining dozen or so people like a hungry wolf seeing a good fat sheep.
"Anyone else want to try?"
"Let me try it," Chef Ruan was so curious that he sat down.
"Ahhhh..." Chef Ruan's composure was not much better than Chef Ruan's, and his tears and snot kept streaming down.
"Lao Fang, Lao Ruan, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing their performance, everyone's eyes almost popped out of their heads. It was too exaggerated.
"It's so comfortable..." Chef Fang felt as satisfied as if he had taken a hallucinogen, and lay motionless on the sofa.
Everyone: ...
"Does anyone else want to try? Since we have the chance today, I can give you five minutes," Yun Mo said slowly.
"Of course, this person does not include you!" She pointed at Sun Zhihang and showed a devilish smile.
"Who cares?" Sun Zhihang slammed the door and left.
"I just don't believe it. I'll do it!" A young man rushed over at lightning speed and quickly sat up straight on the chair.
"And me, I'm second in line!"
Regardless of the purpose, a long queue immediately formed behind them.
Yun Mo first checked the bodies of these people one by one. There was nothing serious, but there were indeed some pains in the muscles and bones, and some symptoms in the cervical and lumbar spine.
Yun Mo thought about it and decided to give everyone a set of five-element massage. If there is any disease, it can be cured, and if there is no disease, it can be used as a relaxation.
That group of young colleagues was very exaggerated and expressed themselves more directly.
“Ahhh, that feels so good!”
“…Ah, ah…”
"Ah, Yunmo, you are my goddess from now on?"
(End of this chapter)
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