Listening to the sad and melodious sound of the strings, my mood fell into a state of turmoil again.

We were standing quietly beside the artificial lake. He listened to me, and it took a long time.

In the past, I always thought that people must communicate with each other in order to be familiar with each other. But since I met this "security brother", I realized that silence can actually communicate.

For example, we haven't said a word, and even today I'm the first time I've seen him, but I don't feel unfamiliar with him at all.

I believe this man is definitely not a security guard, or he must have something other than a security guard, otherwise Lin Kun, who has always been arrogant, would not be able to treat him very well.

The old people who know how to play often say that the flute is three years old and five years old, and the erhu is broken by a broken waist.

As both musical instruments, if you want to learn flute and Xiao, you can accumulate as long as you have time, but if you want to understand the erhu, you may have to settle down for a lifetime.

To be honest, this man named Zhu is not very good at playing Erhu, and there are even suspicions of being out of tune in many places.

But it doesn't hinder his selfless commitment at all.

For about two hours, he stopped what he was doing, slowly talked about putting the erhu into the small wooden box at his feet, and turned his head to look at me.

I immediately leaned over and asked with a smile: "Brother Zhu, do you... have any instructions?"

"Ah...ah...you...you...what have you experienced in the Purgatory Sutra?" he asked me stutteringly.

After thinking about it, I simply described what I saw and heard in the past few days. After hearing my words, he looked up at the lake and chuckled: "It's still the same as before... before."

I was slightly stunned and thought to myself, could this man have been there too? Or maybe he and Lin Kun are from the same department?

He stood up and stretched, and was silent for a moment as if he was thinking, and then spoke: "Change clothes."

"What clothes do I change?" I blinked in confusion and asked.

He didn't answer me, and walked towards the pebbled path with his piano case and pony stool. I hesitated for a moment and hurriedly followed again.

More than ten minutes later, he took me to the front hall of the hotel and led me to a large room similar to the kitchen. Several young and middle-aged men in chef uniforms immediately stood up and greeted: "Brother Zhu!"

The man surnamed Zhu pointed at me and explained to a middle-aged chef with a beard: "Ah...ah...he wants to stay here for two days, and make some arrangements."

The bearded man immediately smiled and continued: "Okay, I'll arrange for him to do the purchasing, that's easy."

The man surnamed Zhu waved his hand and explained hard: "No, it's the most... the most difficult... the most... the dirtiest, no... don't have any... special care, find someone to help him... to deal with the injuries on his body."

"Ah?" After bearded for a few seconds, he nodded and bowed his head, and said to me, "Let's follow me and change your clothes first."

I frowned and looked back at the man surnamed Zhu. I didn't understand why he got me here to help the kitchen. I wanted to ask but didn't know how to speak.

The man surnamed Zhu had a tense face and squeezed out eight words dullly: "Press down the violence and learn to be restrained."

After saying that, he turned around and left without giving me any chance to consult.

In this way, I, an unlucky guy who had just worked as a savage in the jungle for a few days, officially changed to become a helper in the kitchen, and I was also the one at the bottom.

The bearded man asked someone to help me with the wound on my body. I was worried and asked the doctor to give me a few shots of rabies vaccines. I was caught by a coyote a few times before, and I was afraid that there would be any sequelae.

After arranging me into the collective dormitory, the bearded man asked me, "Brother, have you offended Zhu Yan? He rarely arranges people for what he does."

"Zhu Yan? Is it the security guard just now?" I grabbed the back of my head and asked.

"Security? Don't underestimate him. He is a relative with our hotel owner. He is an security captain on the surface. In fact, he is in charge of all the big and small things in the store. Even the manager and the boss have to nod and lower their waists to him." After taking out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handing me one, he smacked his lips and said, "The backend boss of our Chengyi Hotel is not simple. Those who come here to consume are the leaders and big bosses in the city. In the future, the hands and feet must be hygienic when they work in the kitchen."

I slept all the way with my eye mask and headphones. When I woke up, I had already appeared here, so I couldn't figure out where I was standing at all. I pressed my throat and asked, "Ahem, where is this brother?"

"Uh? Brother, are you illiterate?" He was confused for a moment, and his two tobacco-smoked front teeth showed his teeth: "This is Shinan District of Qingshi, and the road we are on is called Jinguang Avenue."

"Oh." I licked my mouth and didn't continue to ask anything more.

The beard turned out a white chef's suit from a box with a high and low bed and handed it to me, patted me on the shoulder and said, "I'm not sure how many days you will do it, so I won't help you apply for work clothes. Do it well. If you have any difficulties, please contact me at any time. My surname is He."

"Okay, Brother He." I squeezed out a smile.

After a while, we returned to the kitchen again, arranged me to two young men with white skin, and then we went to work on something else with our hands behind our backs.

Through a brief chat with Beard, I roughly understood the environment I am in now. I am in Qingcheng City, Shandian Province, in a very high-end hotel. The man Lin Kun respectfully named Zhu Yan is the person in charge of this hotel. What I have to do now is to stay here as a chef.

The job of helping the kitchen is very cumbersome. It sounds like the position is quite high-end, but in fact it is just a handyman. All the dirty and tiring work in the kitchen are all for helping the kitchen.

After two innocent "little masters" took me to get familiar with the key to the kitchen, I asked me to officially start working and start picking leeks. Facing a large basket of green leeks, I was a little amused and crying.

Once upon a time, we were also the boss and the eldest brother. Not to mention picking and washing vegetables, I didn’t even clean up the dishes after dinner. As a result, Lin Kun really didn’t treat me as an outsider and just threw this piece into me as a handyman.

As soon as the leeks were picked, someone next to me called me: "Xiao Wang, go and pour out the rotten water."

"Hey!" I shook my hands and stood up, picked up a large bucket of rotten water, and asked a chef, "Where is this thing?"

The chef was impatient with Xiong Ke and said, "You are blind? Go out of the kitchen and keep walking east."

"You won't talk well? Swearing people." I frowned and suddenly became unhappy.

The man held the chef's hat on his head, rubbed against my body and walked over: "What do I do? I don't know what I'm doing? I'll tell you a few words, how much less work I do, are you responsible?"

I was hit and staggered backwards. Two splashes of water splashed my legs. I stared at my eyes and wanted to curse, but then I forced the fire down.

"Calm your mind, calm your mind!" I took a few deep breaths to comfort myself, it was no exaggeration at all. When the guy grinned and shouted at me just now, I actually had the idea of ​​picking up a kitchen knife and chopping her up.

To be honest, I was scared by this idea at that time. Although I was in a irritable mood before, I was definitely not so cruel.

I walked along with the rotten water bucket and muttered: "It must be the sequelae left in the jungle. No wonder Master Bianqi said I became violent."

After pouring out the rotten water, I walked back to the kitchen again. It might be time for dinner and the kitchen was full of lively.

A chef shouted at me: "Who... that little king, hurry up and pick the leeks."

"Hey." I responded listlessly.

Before he could sit down, someone yelled at the throat: "He who is helping the kitchen, hurry up and pack up the dishes."

The bearded man tied an apron and frowned and scolded me with great dissatisfaction: "Xiao Wang, what are you doing? You've started to get along with me, why are you still so slapping the leeks?"

I licked my lips and also had an angry explanation: "I only have two hands, you can let me fuck that later..."

The bearded interrupted me in annoyance: "Okay, don't talk nonsense! Get the dishes up quickly and do things more easily, don't be distracted!"

"Damn it!" I roared, resisting the urge to go wild, grabbed the edge of my trousers and muttered: "Peace, calm down."
Chapter completed!