Food Circle Plug-in Emperor

Ma Huachao looked at the packing box in his hand in disbelief.

The few dishes he ate just now were all made with vegetarian dishes instead of the original ingredients?

But

He didn't eat it at all!

The shredded eel and deep-fried fish fillets are clearly fish meat!

The fresh and tender taste still lingers in the mouth, which is quite memorable.

Ma Huachao stared: "Well, how could this not be seafood? Then, what did you use to make it?"

It's not a secret either.

Fu Yu said with a smile: "Dried mushrooms, tofu, water gluten, you can rest assured that the ingredients in our store are genuine and the charges are reasonable."

When Ma Huachao heard it, he was dumbfounded.

"It's amazing to be able to use vegetarian dishes to make the taste of seafood!"

Fu Yu smiled: "So, you don't need to have any burden."

Ma Huachao stared blankly at Fu Yu, and after a while, his eyes suddenly turned red: "Thank you, me."

He just opened his mouth to say a word, and then he choked up and wept uncontrollably.

When the tears finally couldn't be restrained, the thin man burst into tears completely out of control.

Fu Yu's face suddenly changed, and he subconsciously wanted to go forward to comfort him, but he didn't know what he should say at this time.

Yao Shi was also dumbfounded.

It is said that men don't flick their tears lightly, but they haven't reached the point of sadness.

Only when people are sick, do they know how precious health is and how valuable money is.

The predicament of survival and the pressure of money have forced this thin man to nowhere.

But at this time, the care and kindness that Fu Yu, a stranger, gave him, seemed to be the last straw that overwhelmed all his pretense.

Even the severe pain during the illness didn't make him cry easily, but now, he was crying like a child.

Ma Huachao cried bitterly for a long time before he slowly eased his emotions.

"I came to Beian alone. In the hospital, no one cared about me. My family didn't know about my situation. They thought I was busy with work, so they never took the initiative to contact me."

"I just watched the money pouring out like running water every day, less and less. I really can't live anymore"

Both Fu Yu and Yao Shi were silent.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are things that people have to experience in their life.

As the saying goes, don't get sick if you have anything, but who can live without getting sick?

Fu Yu took the tissue on the table and handed it over.

Ma Huachao took it and wiped the tears off his face, then turned to the sympathetic waiter and said, "Check out."

After Ma Huachao paid the money, he turned back to look at Fu Yu, and then bowed deeply.

"Fu Chu, thank you."

Fu Yu hurriedly waved his hands: "Hey! Be careful about your waist."

Ma Huachao straightened up, his eyes were still red, but he smiled at Yu Zhan.

It's just that the helplessness and desolation in his eyes couldn't be concealed, which made people feel even more unbearable.

Seeing Ma Huachao follow the waiter to the cash register to check out, Fu Yu greeted Yao Shi and hurried back to the dormitory.

There is a thousand yuan in cash in his suitcase, which is the "cross-river money" he specially left on weekdays.

Fu Yu wanted to give Ma Huachao some money, although it wasn't much, but it was a treat anyway.

He knew that if he wanted to transfer money to Ma Huachao, he would definitely not accept it, but if it was cash, he should be able to send it almost.

Fu Yu hurried to the front hall, and saw the waiter who had served Ma Huachao walking over.

Fu Yu hurried forward to meet him and asked, "Where's the person?"

The waiter was taken aback, and replied, "Let's go!"

Fu Yu ran to chase out the gate again.

This time is the best time for business in the restaurant.

When Fu Yu went out, there happened to be a customer entering the store, and he hurriedly avoided to make way for the other party.

As a result, after such a delay, when he chased outside, there was nowhere to be seen Ma Huachao.

Fu Yu glanced at the one thousand yuan in his hand and sighed.

Back in the back kitchen, Zhao Meng had already learned what happened from Yao Shi.

Now seeing Fu Yu's dejected look, Zhao Meng asked concerned: "I've helped you a lot, and saved money, why are you looking so sad?"

Fu Yu told about his desire to donate money to Ma Huachao.

Zhao Meng looked at Fu Yu, feeling proud and helpless for a moment.

He comforted his stupid son with a tone of coaxing, "It's enough for you to have this kind of heart! And didn't you help him save more than a thousand dollars? What's the difference between that and donating to him?"

Fu Yu thought so too.

The two met by chance, it can be regarded as fate, he helped everything he could, and it was somewhat comforting in his heart.

Busy and busy until the shift shift at night.

Because Zhao Meng injured his hand, the few people in charge of the spoons could only work continuously in the big shift, but the small workers could shift normally.

After all the people in the day shift had left, someone from the white case brought over a pot of mung bean soup that had been boiled and let it cool down.

"Chef Wang said, it's too hot today. I'm afraid everyone will suffer from heat stroke, so we deliberately cook more and let's drink together."

Zhao Meng smiled and thanked: "Thank you Chef Bai!"

The relationship between Qianlima Baian and Hongan has always been good, and the red case often sends food over.

A small worker came over and divided up the mung bean soup.

Fu Yu picked up the bowl and took a big mouthful of mung bean soup.

The mung bean soup boiled like thin bean paste, and with rock sugar, has a touch of sweetness and coolness, straight to the bottom of my heart.

Fu Yu had a good drink, and when he called home at night, he couldn't help but raise his mouth.

Hearing this, his mother immediately said, "When you come back from vacation, I'll boil it for you too! Then we put honey, it will be sweeter and more delicious!"

Fu Yu chuckled, and suddenly remembered the nostalgic and helpless look in Ma Huachao's sad eyes when he talked about his family.

Fu Yu became homesick more and more.

Ever since Yao Shi took him to a music restaurant as a part-time job, Fu Yu has never had a break.

Fu Yu was entangled to death.

He really wanted to rest for two days and go home to visit his parents.

Since he took three days of annual leave to go home at the beginning of April, it seems that he is almost half a year younger, and his parents must miss him very much.

If he could go back and have a look at this moment, his parents would definitely be very happy.

But he was also worried that after the break, Zhao Meng couldn't do it well, and he would really delay taking the order, and the boss would use this to find fault.

And the annual leave is only fifteen days in total, excluding the eight days from the 30th to the eighth day of the new year, and the three days already taken, he only has four days of vacation left.

After the 11th, Zhao Meng's hand has healed, so he can rest and go home, right?

Fu Yu hoped so.

He really wants to go home now.

On the one hand, I have finally earned some money, so I can buy things and go back to honor my parents.

On the other hand, it was such continuous rotation day and night, even with the blessing of the system, he still felt somewhat exhausted.

If there is anything that can make him feel encouraged and excited during this period of time, it is the extra money he has earned at the music restaurant during this period.