"What's the matter? Where are you now?" Song Yiran's voice was a little less lazy, and a little more serious that made people feel stressed.
"In the bathroom of the mall. I drank too much soup." Lin Kesong rubbed her nose, and she was full of water.
"What's the matter with closed training? What mall bathroom, shouldn't you be cashing in your uncle's restaurant?"
Lin Ke Song had no choice but to tell Song Yiran the whole thing, including the experience of being forced to drink eight portions of cabbage and mint soup just now.
Song Yiran was silent for two seconds, then laughed all over the world on the other end of the phone.
Lin Kesong didn't even need to look at his face to know that he must be covering his stomach at this time, and the branches were trembling!
"Hey! Are you my brother! This master is a combination of obsessive-compulsive disorder and self-centeredness! The floor of his house is blindingly bright! And he can't make the slightest sound! This is not cleanliness. I think he has neurasthenia!"
"Brother, I really don't think you are suitable to be a chef. It's better to go back to your uncle's restaurant early to work and save money, and collect the tuition fees to go to the same school with me. Brother, I will cover you, and you will definitely fail a subject. Graduated successfully."
"Cut. You don't think I'm fit to be a chef?"
Song Yiran sighed on the other end of the phone: "Ke Song, in Europe and the United States, people's impression of chefs is different from the chefs who sweat like rain in the back kitchen in China. They are artists. You have no artistic skills since you were young. , I took you to see the modern art exhibition and you just fell asleep in the chair. So why force yourself? If you don’t like to do things that don’t suit you or you don’t like to do them, just don’t do them.”
Lin Kesong was silent.
Does she really dislike this
So why when Jiang Qianfan prepared lunch for Congressman Thomas, he watched his every move and every process more seriously than the review before the college entrance examination.
Why are you so happy to taste the cherries in the cabbage and mint soup
"I want to try again." Lin Kesong said sullenly, "If I win, I will save enough for my tuition! It's only three months anyway!"
Song Yiran was silent for a rare moment. Lin Kesong tilted his head, thinking that there was a problem with his mobile phone.
After a few seconds, his voice sounded again.
"Okay. But you have to tell me, who is your mentor?"
"This is a secret! I can't tell you!"
Song Yiran smiled, his laughter was very sweet, with a bit of helplessness: "Okay, okay! Anyway, there is only one point, don't force yourself to do things you don't want to do."
After chatting a few words without heart and mind, the phone hung up, and Lin Kesong sat up.
Oops, talking on the phone with a crush in the bathroom isn't romantic.
She exhaled and walked out of the bathroom with her head lowered.
Just as her feet crossed the door, before she raised her head, a cool voice rang in her ears.
"I'm so sorry, I'm such a combination of obsessive-compulsive disorder and self-centeredness. Not only that, but also cleanliness addiction and neurasthenia."
Lin Kesong suddenly realized that Jiang Qianfan was holding a blind cane and was standing quietly outside the bathroom door.
Mel followed behind him. And Mel shook his head at Lin Kesong helplessly.
Lin Kesong was completely dumbfounded, how could Jiang Qianfan come? Wasn't he sitting in the car all the time
Could it be that he also wanted to go to the bathroom, so he just overheard her conversation with Song Yiran
Jiang Qianfan! I see that you are so cold and arrogant, how can you listen to the corner of the women's bathroom!
It's just that none of this is a problem!
Jiang Qianfan turned around without saying a word. The back figure was even more solemn.
Is this the first time that he has made him unhappy today
Lin Kesong, ah Lin Kesong, are you doing a death collection today
You will definitely not have a good time in the future!
I really need to think about Song Yiran's proposal. This way is dead, so let's give up the detour!
"Miss Lin, do you know how long you have been in the bathroom?" Mel came to Lin Kesong and asked in a low voice.
"three minutes?"
Mel shook his head.
"five minutes?"
Mel still shook his head: "It's fifteen minutes. And the line to call you is always busy."
Lin Kesong is embarrassed. It was he who was on the phone with Song Yiran in the bathroom and forgot the time.
"Mr. Jiang is worried about you, so he came up to see you in person."
When Mel said this, Lin Kesong felt guilty.
But... Jiang Qianfan doesn't seem to be worried about her no matter what
What does she have to worry about? Isn't it just going to the toilet? Could it be that she was sent to another world as soon as she flushed the toilet
"He really said he was worried about me?" Lin Kesong asked Mel uncertainly.
"I guess." Mel replied solemnly, and quickly followed Jiang Qianfan.
How can you guess!
Who can guess Jiang Qianfan's thoughts!
They returned to the car, and after Mel answered a phone call, he turned to Jiang Qianfan who said nothing, "Mr. Jiang, Li Yan insists on seeing you."
"I don't think it's necessary to see him anymore."
Mel hesitated for two seconds, but still said what was in his heart: "Mr. Jiang, Li Yan sounds a little excited."
"When he sees me, he will only complain more excitedly, and he will not reflect on his own problems at all."
Mel took a breath. "I see."
However, Lin Kesong felt that the name "Li Yan" sounded familiar. Isn't this Jiang Qianfan's assistant
Could it be that it has been fried by this big ice cube
But also, the requirements for large ice cubes are so high, how can it be achieved by mortals
Under such silence, Lin Kesong returned to Jiang Qianfan's villa.
In fact, Jiang Qianfan's villa is very good, except that it is too clean, too quiet, and the house is too big but not popular.
Just as she was squatting on the ground and pushing the suitcase hard, Mel walked in and put a pile of books on Lin Kesong's desk.
"These are the basics of cooking starters, main courses, soups of all kinds, desserts. It's very detailed and I hope you will benefit from it."
Lin Kesong's gaze moved from the spine of the last book to the top one, there were a dozen or so.
What "How to Prepare Your Dinner", "Ingredient Origins", "Balance of Taste" and more.
Lin Kesong looked at Mel: "Do I have to read all this within three months?"
"Three months?" Mel smiled. "Do you want to spend three months reading books? This is what you should read and be familiar with in the first week."
Lin Kesong's lungs almost didn't come out.
"Besides that, from eight to twelve every morning, Mr. Jiang will guide you how to cut the ingredients without compromising the quality of the ingredients."
Is it the knives
"I'm going to fly to Atlanta tonight to handle some matters for Mr. Jiang. I wish you a good dream tonight in advance."
Mel left the room, and Lin Ke Song picked up a book and flipped through it, his eyes were about to fall out.
It turned out to be the English version! All in English!
Even if her English was not abandoned in her college days, she had never even seen so many words about food and cooking methods! Is she going to resume the "good" time of reading at night with the lights on
It's just that after the eight bowls of soup have been digested, Lin Kesong is now very hungry.
She opened the door, looked left and right, couldn't see Mel, couldn't find Nina... She didn't dare to walk around here... She had to take out her mother when she first came to New York and put it in her suitcase A bag of soda crackers. Although it was already broken, Lin Kesong still squatted in front of the wastebasket and ate deliciously.
What is the signature dish of a three-Michelin-starred restaurant, it is not comparable to the current biscuit residue.
After eating the biscuits, Lin Kesong lay lazily on the bed, looking at the high stack of books, there was a sense of sadness that the wind and rain were about to come to the top of Mount Tai.
Lin Kesong knew that living with it would only make him more uncomfortable with Jiang Qianfan.
There must be so many books to understand and memorize within seven days. Jiang Qianfan must have come up with a way to make her unhappy.
But as long as she really understands them all, Jiang Qianfan will not be happy!
Lin Kesong sat up, found the thinnest copy of "The Origin of Ingredients" and began to read it.
I remember in high school, when she recited and copied some classical Chinese, she could fall asleep even sitting at the desk. So at this moment, Lin Kesong is ready to lie down on the table.
But when she opened the book, she was stunned. There are many notes on the pages, all written with pens. The words are small, but very elegant. In some places, phonetic symbols are also marked, and in some places explanations are given. It was as if someone knew that Lin Kesong was going to study this book, so she was well prepared in advance.
For some reason, Lin Kesong just thought that Jiang Qianfan wrote these words.
But Jiang Qianfan was invisible. It was impossible for him to label her.
Lin Kesong opened those books one after another. What made her unbelievable was that each book had similar annotations. She could feel how the person who wrote them was sitting at the desk attentively, reading each page with a calm mind under the light.
With these annotations, Lin Kesong suddenly felt that the original jerky book became interesting. She never knew that the French would use sows when collecting black truffles! Did not know that corn turned out to be hermaphroditic! It was even more unexpected that the salmon would travel upstream during the spawning season to reach their destination!
Lin Kesong just found it very interesting. She didn't even notice when Nina brought the dinner plate to her.
When she turned to the last page of "Food Origins", she realized that it was half past nine in the evening.
She cleared the table and went into the shower.