With anticipation, Xu Zhifeng pedaled the bike and pulled Uncle Gong back to Wanyue Tower.

But his mood soon became unbeautiful.

"Well, good boss, I understand. I will pay more attention to communication methods in the future."

Xu Zhifeng hung up the communicator with a dark face, and then looked at Yan Yingjian, who was successful in the villain opposite him.

Yan Yingjian waved at Xu Zhifeng with a slight smile, "Goodbye, you, go home early to rest. It's time for you to get off work tonight."

After saying that, the fat man turned around and took a turtle step and moved out with pride.

Bang!

Xu Zhifeng slapped him on the desk.

It feels like eating salt-baked flies.

Despicable villain, bad things for me!

You will complain, are you a three-year-old brat?

It turned out that Yan Yingjian, who had suffered a defeat in the quarrel with Xu Zhifeng, turned his head and called Xiang Wanyue, and broke the matter out. There was no need to add fuel to the fire and insult it.

For example, Xu Zhifeng, as a subordinate, was so arrogant and blatant in the store, making troubles and making connections.

Although Xiang Wanyue did not listen to her side, she found a balance and each beat a big shot.

The woman first recognized Xu Zhifeng's behavior of protecting He Wenya, so that Yan Yingjian would not be stubborn, so as not to let go of other colleagues.

Then she called Xu Zhifeng and asked Manager Xu not to fight against Yan Yingjian, which made the atmosphere in the store chaotic.

According to Xiang Wanyue's intention, Hou Tianhao's banquet reception business has changed hands tonight.

The hotel's profit is one million, and the commission from the receptionist can be about 20,000 to 30,000.

The bonus was moved from Xu Zhifeng to Yan Yingjian's head, just as a trick for Xu Zhifeng.

This board is not painful or itchy, and it is very delicate and delicate to find Wanyue's balance.

But no one knows that what Xu Zhifeng really cares about is not the bonus, but the free food.

In the change of time, he had no objection at all, and he also wanted to praise Xiang Wanyue's imperial mind.

But it really won't work tonight.

Even if he comes to work, it would be better to give Yan Yingjian the bonus directly.

But he can't say that.

Think from the perspective of Wanyue, the hotel rules are to get the money if they work.

Letting Xu Zhifeng go to work and get money from Yan Yingjian is not only a violation of the rules, but Xiang Wanyue also feels that the plan to beat Xu Zhifeng is too heavy, too bullying and too insulting.

Xu Zhifeng could not say that he was masochist and asked for humiliation, nor could he tell others that he wanted to get a fry.

This is not a question of whether you are face or not. But as the manager of the lobby of Wanyuelou, he wants to eat food all day long. How funny it is to spread it?

Xu Zhifeng took a deep breath and thought to himself that it is impossible to admit defeat, I have to think of a solution.

In the private room, Yan Yingjian, who was smiling on his face, explained to Hou Tianhao, only saying that Xu Zhifeng had something to do and went home.

Although Hou Tianhao was a little regretful, he didn't ask much.

As for Xu Zhifeng, who should have gone home, he was standing in the kitchen pretending to help the kitchen.

The kitchen was filled with smoke, and the sounds of pots, pans and chopping vegetables were heard one after another, making it very lively.

But one of the places was relatively empty, with only three people standing there in groups.

Uncle Gong was looking at the glass bottle in his hand under the light with a fascination, and there was a small drop of dark blue liquid inside.

This is the blood under the sea, with a crystal-like luster.

The other person is Master Zheng, Uncle Gong's closed disciple, who is concentrating on mixing ingredients.

Another person was Hou Tianhao's entourage.

Seeing Xu Zhifeng coming, the follower greeted him with a smile. He didn't know that the bakery outside had been taken over by Yan Yingjian.

While chatting with Xu Zhifeng, he swept the corner of his eyes on the pile of ingredients.

The more he looked, the colder he felt.

He most hopes that Uncle Gong can make soup dishes, so that he can pretend to taste salt and take it away in his mouth.

But these ingredients gave him a strong sense of uneasiness.

"Just judging from my decades of experience in the palm of the pallet, the precious ingredients of sea blood, such as cold nature, cannot be heated when exposed to fire. Only by making it into the cold cake can it maximize its medicinal power. My cold cake contains ice spring water and Hanshan pine nut pulp... can perfectly harmonize the wonderful taste of sea blood!"

After Uncle Gong finished his explanation, Manager Xu’s heart was indeed very cold.

The broken piece of cold cake is made into a whole piece. I will dig a hole on it and try it out!

If there is no outsider, he can still start before the gel, but the main owner is here.

How to do it?

Watching the super cold cake prepared by Uncle Gong slowly solidify and form, and then as Master Zheng carefully brought out the big sea bowl, Xu Zhifeng was calm on the surface and irritable on the inside.

The cold cake in the sea bowl appears psychedelic light blue, and the glossy mirror is sometimes shining brightly.

Xu Zhifeng gritted his teeth and said, "Go away from your Xiang Wanyue!"

I won't accept your board!

He looked confident and took the sea bowl from Master Zheng and put it into the wooden rack beside him. Then he turned around and smiled slightly at Hou Tianhao's follower.

"This kind of cold cake is well-made, and it contains the mysterious energy of the seabed blood. It will cause the air to run away when you walk. Let me do it. I will serve the dishes in the store the most stable."

He is showing off his skills.

Uncle Gong was helping out, "Manager Xu is right. Before he was promoted, he was the top dish in our store. This cooking is also a skill, and it is the last step, which is very important."

Others nodded in agreement.

Xu Zhifeng left with him, and he was indeed professional.

I saw him hold his head up and his chest slightly, his waist slightly, and his steps were steady. No matter how he took a step, the wooden frame in his hand was always kept on a horizontal line.

The mirror of the cold cake could not see any tremor.

He made it an art to hold the plate.

Yan Yingjian was waiting at the door of the private room and was on standby at any time, but he was wandering outside the sky.

He was thinking about how to spend the money he got tonight and how to use this to disgust Xu Zhifeng in the future.

Also, Xiang Wanyue has already made a final decision on He Wenya's matter, so it would be difficult to handle what he promised Ding Song, and he has to reconsider it.

In particular, we must be careful of Xu Zhifeng's stubbornness.

He was so confused that someone didn't even notice it when he walked in front of him.

"Manager Yan, borrowed it."

Xu Zhifeng said in a muffled voice.

Yan Yingjian didn't expect that this guy hadn't left yet. He suddenly came back to his senses, got out of control after anger, and his mouth grew bigger and bigger.

When Xu Zhifeng saw that he was about to curse, he turned his back smoothly, so that the fat man's saliva would not spit into the bowl.

"Xu! Zhi! Peak!"

Yan Yingjian indeed roared and even raised his hand to push Xu Zhifeng's shoulder.

oh!

He suddenly covered his mouth and howled, and a vaginal pain came from his crotch.

Xu Zhifeng took the initiative to attack him first, and after eating, the rabbit kicked his legs between his legs.

This is a severe blow to ordinary people, but after all, as a Xuanshi, Yan Yingjian can withstand it.

He was immediately furious, and his aura surged all over his body, and he wanted to mobilize Xuan Jia's power to teach Xu Zhifeng to be a human being.

At this time, he suddenly pressed his palm on his shoulder, "Manager Yan, what do you mean? Spit into our big dish? Do you want to overturn the dish?"

Hou Tianhao's sergeant took action and was actually a D-level master.

Yan Yingjian's qi and blood were pressed down. Xuanli, who was about to emerge, shrank back and replied in a daze: "No."

Xu Zhifeng turned around at this time and said expressionlessly, "The bowl of cold cake in my hand is a bloody dish at the bottom of the sea. Do you want to pay 7 million?"

Yan Yingjian's neck shrank and he quickly apologized to Hou Tianhao's entourage, "Brother, I'm sorry. I'm distracted and didn't see it."

"It's okay, I understand. Not everyone in Wan Yuelou is full of wonderful people like Manager Xu."

This guy is also very straightforward.

Yan Yingjian was very embarrassed, but it was no longer reasonable to continue fighting in front of the guests, so he had to make way aside in a quiet voice.

He was so angry that he bit his teeth, but he could only swallow them with blood.

It was not until Xu Zhifeng's hearty laughter came from the private room that he closed again that he realized that Xu Zhifeng had gone back on his word and forced himself to intervene.
To be continued...