MTL - The Male Lead Doesn’t Cooperate-Chapter 75 Don't be a prodigal son 3

Song Jianjun went out for two days, and when he came back, he told his family that he had found a job for Song Cun.

Song Cun looked at his elder brother in surprise.

Mother Song couldn't see any expression on her face, and asked, "What work?"

The boss doesn't like the youngest son, and he doesn't know what kind of job he can find. If it's dirty and tiring, it's better to farm the land at home to earn work points. If there is something, the family can help.

Song Jianjun said: "The state-owned restaurant in the town works as a cook."

Song's mother was overjoyed: "Are you sure about this?"

The cook is good. You can't go hungry if you are a cook. No one knows better than her how delicious your own little treasure is. If you become a cook, can you eat on your stomach? Even if you can't eat it on your stomach, it's better than home food!

Song Jianjun nodded with a smile: "My comrade-in-arms' father is a master in a state-run restaurant. He helped his comrades out a little last year. He heard that I was going to find a job for my younger brother, so he asked him what he would do. They are all rural children. What will happen? I thought my younger brother’s cooking was delicious, so I told him, and then I found out that his father is a chef in a state-run restaurant. He said that if my younger brother’s cooking is really delicious, let him go to the restaurant to try it. "

What's more, he didn't help his comrades with some small favors, but saved his life. If he hadn't helped his comrades at a critical moment, he would have lost his life simply by breaking his leg. But these are all things in the army, and you can't say them casually, so let's not talk about them.

Song Cun: "..."

Is he going to develop into a chef?

He knew how difficult it was for a country boy to get ahead these days, not to mention that Yuanshen only went to elementary school and hadn't studied for many years. It was unrealistic to suddenly say that he wanted to go to school, and Yuanshen was almost eighteen.

He also thought about the college entrance examination. Even if the college entrance examination is resumed, taking the college entrance examination is a bit surprising. If you really enter the university, you may not be sure what others think.

In fact, it is not bad to change the way of life.

"Thank you brother!"

The original brothers and sisters were really kind to him, he asked: "What do you want to eat at noon, I'll be the cook."

The cook is the cook. Although he is not very confident in his cooking skills, since the elder brother has already found him a job, he can do it if he can't.

Besides, if you are not good at cooking, if you practice more, you will always get better.

What's more, he has also eaten the food in the state-run restaurant. Let alone the taste, at least his cooking skills can pass the test. Of course, he has always had high demands on himself. If he wants to do it, he must do his best, otherwise he will not do it.

Song Jianjun smiled and said, "Do whatever you have at home."

It was rare for Song's mother to have a good face towards her eldest son, and said: "This time, I have done something serious."

Song Cun said: "Mother, elder brother is a soldier. The duty of a soldier is to protect the family and the country. They are always doing business. If you say that, elder brother should be sad."

His eldest brother helped him find a job, and he was very moved. Once Mother said that, let alone the eldest brother, even he didn't like it.

Song's mother wanted to say that she didn't say this for your own good, but looking at her youngest son's cool eyes, she couldn't be biased when thinking of his words, otherwise it would make other people dissatisfied, and it would make him a little bastard. She lowered her head and said nothing. I said it, but I was annoyed in my heart, why couldn't I control my mouth?

Song Jianjun felt a little happy when he heard what his younger brother said. No matter how much his mother didn't understand him, as long as his younger brother could see his painstaking efforts, he would not be in vain to worry about him.

He hasn't been back for more than a year. He didn't expect to come back this time. The younger brother has changed so much. Not only has he lost his previous coquettish energy, but he also knows how to be considerate of others. This makes him very relieved. He is indeed Song Jianjun's younger brother. Big, big gets better.

As for the others, I didn't think too much about it at all. Wouldn't it be better if my younger brother became more sensible? They are stupid to think too much.

In fact, Song Cun can also understand Song's mother. She is used to being partial to one person. It is not easy to change. Even if it is not easy, he has to pressure her to change. Otherwise, there will be conflicts in the family. He thought for a while and said: " Mother, the village is organizing literacy, right?"

Song's mother nodded, "There is no work now, and the literacy class has been organized again. Those educated youths have nothing to do, so let them teach the villagers."

Song Cun murmured and said: "Mother can go to the literacy class to learn if she has nothing to do. It is always good to know a few words."

Mother Song's expression was a little strange, she looked at him: "Do you dislike your mother for being uneducated?"

What her son has done these days makes her feel that he dislikes her, and now he asks her to study. Doesn't it mean that she is uneducated? How could this not make her sad?

Song Cun hurriedly said: "How come? Many people in the village are accepting learning to literacy. Could it be that they are also learning because their family members dislike them?"

"That's definitely not it." Mother Song said, she didn't mean that at all.

Song Cun smiled and said, "In this case, how can I despise you if I ask you to study?"

Mother Song pursed her lips and said, "Aren't I surprised that I was asked to learn to read characters for no reason?"

Song Cun said to her: "Isn't it true that all the aunts and aunts in the village are learning it? I thought that my mother is not the unmotivated person, so I suggested you to learn it. How did you become disgusted with you?"

Song's mother's face gradually calmed down. As long as her son doesn't dislike her, she can do whatever she wants. She said, "That's not true. I must be more self-motivated than anyone else. Either I don't learn, or I want to learn, and I will definitely be able to do it every time." 100 points."

Song Jianjun and Song Huaimin heard their mother's words, silently lowered their heads and shrugged their shoulders. Seeing Song's mother staring at them, they turned sideways slowly so that she would not find that they were holding back their laughter.

Song's mother snorted, and said with a bad face: "What's wrong? Don't believe what I said?"

Li Juan hurriedly said: "That's definitely not possible. If my mother is going to study, I will definitely get 100 points in the exam."

Song's mother stopped, although she said that, but she had to get 100 points in the test, and she knew it was not easy. When the second daughter-in-law said that, she felt a little weak, and blamed her daughter-in-law for being troublesome, but since she had already said something, You can't admit cowardice, otherwise, wouldn't it make your daughter-in-law look down on her? Surely not.

Song's mother is a person who does what she says, and since she said she would study, after lunch, she found a pen and a notebook and went to the literacy class. When the villagers saw her coming to the literacy class, they were puzzled and made some jokes. Mother Song was not one to let people joke back, and said, "What's wrong? The literacy class is just for you? My old woman Can’t come? It’s too wide.”

The joker can only shut up, the literacy class is prepared for the whole village, and all villagers in the village, except school-age children, can come to the class. Even if Song's mother came to the literacy class at an early age, they couldn't stop her, let alone say anything.

On the second day, Song Cun followed his eldest brother to the state-run hotel in the town. As soon as he arrived at the state-run hotel, his brother's comrade-in-arms Wang Zhiwei came out to welcome him. Song Cun noticed that his walking posture was a bit wrong. He was injured, he closed his eyes, and followed behind his elder brother obediently.

Wang Zhiwei looked at Song Cun and opened his mouth: "Jianjun, your younger brother doesn't look like you at all."

Song Jianjun glanced at his younger brother: "It's not like I look like my father, and Song Cun looks like my mother."

Seeing Song Cun's whiteness and tenderness, Wang Zhiwei was a little worried about whether his small body would be a little thinner when he was throwing spoons in the kitchen, and said, "If you don't want to be a cook in a state-run restaurant, you can go to our textile factory."

He is now the captain of the guard team of the textile factory in the town, and he still has some weight in the factory. It is no problem to arrange a worker to go in.

Song Cun stood up and said, "I can."

Ever since he knew he was going to be a cook, he planned to pick up the old boxing techniques and practice them every day, and there would always be results.

Wang Zhiwei glanced at him: "Your boy is quite ambitious, you are indeed Song Jianjun's younger brother."

Song Jianjun said next to him: "We are countrymen, and we don't know anything except farming, so Song Cun has some talent in cooking. Let him be a cook. He is not in vain. Let him work in a factory as a worker. What does he know? ?”

Wang Zhiwei nodded, and led the two brothers into the state-run restaurant. It was already mid-morning, and there were no diners in the state-run restaurant. A few people entered the back kitchen, and there were several people in the back kitchen, including a female cook.

Wang Zhiwei called out, "Father?"

Chef Wang was instructing his apprentices to knead the dough, when he heard the voice, he turned around and saw his son leading someone in, and said, "Are you here?"

As he spoke, he looked at Song Cun, with thin skin and tender flesh, thin arms and legs, he didn't look like a cook. Song Jianjun saved his son, even if Song Jianjun's younger brother didn't know anything, he would accept him.

Song Cun smiled at him. Chef Wang saw his smile and said without asking any questions, "Let's start working today!"

When the other people in the kitchen heard his words, they glanced at Song Cun secretly.

Song Cun noticed other people looking at him and asked, "What am I doing?"

Chef Wang glanced at the kitchen, pointed to the pile of potatoes in the corner, "Can you peel those potatoes?"

If it doesn't work, it means that the kid doesn't know anything, so arrange him to serve the bowl in front.

Song Cun smiled and said, "Okay."

After speaking, he looked at his elder brother, "I'm going to work here, elder brother and brother Wang, if you have something to do, go there."

Song Jianjun nodded and told him, "Be diligent."

Song Cun: "I know."

Song Jianjun said to him again: "Leave the bicycle here for you."

After Song Jianjun and Wang Zhiwei left, Song Cun sat there silently peeling potatoes. Although he wasn't very quick, it didn't look like someone who didn't know how to cook at all. Chef Wang was a little relieved. I don't know what other people think.

Song Cun took a potato. He was a little slow at first, but he gradually found the trick, peeling faster and faster, and a pile of potatoes was quickly finished. Song Cun asked, "Master Wang, should this potato be cut into cubes or shredded?"

Chef Wang was a little surprised to see that he finished peeling the potatoes so quickly, and he was satisfied with this kid in his heart. Although he accepted the kid for his son's face, he couldn't do it, even if it was hindered by Song Jianjun's life-saving grace to his son , he wouldn't say anything, but he would also feel uncomfortable, he said: "Cut shreds, fry potato shreds."

Song Cun washed the potatoes, picked up the cutting board and began to chop them. After Chef Wang taught his apprentice how to roll noodles, he turned around and found that Song Cun had already cut the potatoes in half. He ran to have a look and found that The shredded potatoes were thinner than his. I have to say that he was a little surprised, and asked, "Are you good at knife skills?"

Song Cun smiled. When he came here, Master Wang asked him to work here without saying anything. He guessed that Master Wang must have agreed to work in the state-run hotel for his elder brother's sake. It is due to the Wang family, otherwise even the father of the elder brother's comrade-in-arms would not treat him so leniently. Hearing Master Wang's words, he did not answer directly, but said: "My elder brother is an upright and strict soldier with self-discipline."

Although he didn't get along with his elder brother for a long time, he also knew him well. If it weren't for his really good cooking skills, the eldest brother would definitely not agree to let him work as a cook in a state-run restaurant.

Hearing this, Master Wang was a little stunned. Thinking of his attitude just now, he felt a little uncomfortable. He shouldn't doubt Song Jianjun's behavior. Since he said that his brother's cooking skills are not bad, he must be good. How could he see Song Cun Later, he suspected that he knew nothing, but Song Jianjun wanted to use his son's life-saving grace to find a job for his younger brother? It is his villain's heart that measures the gentleman's belly. The old face was a little red, and he corrected his mistakes. He asked, "What kind of food do you know?"

Song Cun asked what he would do in a while, but he couldn't tell. He looked at the potatoes he was cutting in his hand: "Hot and sour potato shreds, potato roast pork?"

Master Wang asked: "Can you know these two?"

Song Zong glanced at the kitchen and saw pork and pork ribs: "Braised pork, braised pork, sweet and sour pork ribs, stewed pork, fried shredded pork with green peppers, fried shredded pork with ginger"

Master Wang: "Not bad."

Song Cun paused and asked, "Do you want to talk about pasta?"

Master Wang hurriedly said, "No need."

After finishing speaking, his old face was a little ashamed. He is good at pasta, and although he is good at cooking, he is not that good. He was called a chef because of the state-run restaurant he managed.

When other people heard Song Cun's words, they didn't take it seriously, thinking that he was bragging. They didn't believe that he could cook so many dishes at such a young age. He was a country boy and had nowhere to learn.

A woman in her forties in the kitchen looked at Song Cun with an unkind expression and said, "Why don't this little brother be in charge today?"

This woman is the second chef in the kitchen, and she is responsible for most of the cooking.

Song Cun was right and said, "I can try."

In the kitchen, a young man slightly older than Song Cun said with a smile: "Master Yang, please don't, none of us know his skills, if what he cooks can't be eaten, wouldn't it be a waste of ingredients?"

Even though Song Cun said he could cook a lot of dishes, Master Wang didn't dare to let him cook the dishes without seeing it with his own eyes. He said, "Song Cun has just come to work and hasn't figured out the situation of the restaurant. How can he let him cook the dishes?"

Not to mention that Song Cun was the younger brother of his son's savior, even if he was a newly recruited cook, he wouldn't let him cook the first day of work without knowing the situation.

Master Yang snorted, glanced at Song Cun, and said to himself that he was young and had a strong tone, and he could try it. Do you really think it is so easy to cook? The kitchen is for him to try it?

Song Cun didn't continue to fight for it, he was new here, so he could do whatever he was asked to do.

All morning, Song Cun was chopping and washing vegetables. When it was time for lunch, guests came one after another. Master Wang asked Song Cun to stand next to Master Yang to watch her cook. Even if Master Yang didn't want to, he didn't. However, I can only let him watch, for fear that he will steal his cooking skills, and when he puts the condiments, he always hides it.

Song Cun saw it, but didn't make a sound. He didn't want to steal any culinary skills from Master Yang. He also saw that Master Wang's pasta in the kitchen was really good, but Master Yang's dishes were fried. It can only be said to be adequate, and they are all common meals, and do not require much cooking skills.

The guests dispersed, and a group of people in the restaurant were hungry. Master Wang looked at Song Cun and said with a smile, "Go and fry some dishes, let us see your cooking skills."

Song Cun didn't ask him what dish he wanted to stir-fry. He had already entertained the guests, so what to stir-fry the rest of the dishes? Master Wang really wanted to see his cooking skills. Well, you can figure out the rest yourself."

Song Cun nodded. There are seven or eight people in the restaurant. It is definitely not enough to cook a dish of braised pork. There are several pots in the kitchen. The ginger, garlic and meat are all prepared. Just cook the pork belly. He put the pork belly in first. Add seasoning and flying water into the water, and then go to fry other dishes. He looked at the leftovers, including potato shreds, radish shreds, Chinese cabbage, and some fungus, mushrooms and the like.

He fried a hot and sour shredded potato, mixed it with shredded radish, made another dish of cabbage, shredded mushrooms, shredded fungus, fried shredded pork with fungus, and finally cooked pumpkin soup. Considering the large number of people, he made a relatively large portion , When the braised pork was cooked, a group of people looked at the dishes on the table, and couldn't help being stunned. Don't talk about the taste, just look at the color of the dishes, which are better than those made by Master Yang.

Master Yang looked at the dishes on the table, his face was a little bad, but he didn't say anything, just took the steamed buns, sat down to eat, she would like to see how this kid's cooking skills are, if not? snort!

A group of people sat on the table, but Song Cun didn't make a sound. He just ate meat the day he came, and he didn't smell the meat for a while. Seeing that everyone was already seated, he started eating with chopsticks. He couldn't help but sit down, took a piece of ruddy and elastic braised pork and fed it into his mouth, he couldn't wait to chew it, it was so delicious, how could he be so good at cooking, swallowed the meat in his mouth, couldn't help it Another block was clamped.

Seeing Song Cun's actions, several other people picked up a piece of meat and ate it. As soon as the meat entered their mouths, their eyes lit up, and they couldn't help but look at the young man from the village. It was so delicious, tender on the outside and tender on the inside. , fat but not greasy, the difficulty is that the color also makes people look very appetizing.

Master Wang has seen the world. He saw the expressions of everyone, and he knew that Song Cun's braised pork is good. He picked up a piece of meat, and after eating, he couldn't help nodding, and said, "Song Cun's braised pork is delicious." Well, the chefs of the state-run restaurants in the provincial capital are at this level."

After waking up to exercise in the morning and working all morning, Song Cun was so hungry that his chest was stuck to his back. Even when he heard Master Wang's praise, he only smiled. He knows how good his cooking skills are now. Compared with the chefs in the provincial capital, he may be a bit inferior, but compared with Master Yang, he is more than enough. To be a cook in a state-run restaurant in a town is completely qualified, and he doesn't need to feel burdened.

Master Yang's complexion turned dark, she didn't expect this young man to be so good at cooking, compared to his cooking, it was obvious that her dishes couldn't be put on the table. She buried her head in her meal without saying anything, but her body was a little tense.

Others didn't dare to say anything when they saw Master Yang's face. After all, they have been colleagues for so long and they all have feelings. I still sympathize with her very much, sympathy belongs to sympathy, but Song Cun's ability is indeed stronger, and they can't just say that Song Cun's cooking skills can't keep up with Master Yang, so they can only say nothing. After a long time, Master Yang is used to it. If you do, you will figure it out.

Now that he knew Song Cun's cooking skills, Master Wang asked Song Cun to be in charge of a stove for dinner. Some guests found that the dishes tonight were very delicious. After asking, they found out that a new cook had arrived. Those guests who didn't eat Song Cun's dishes, ate the dishes with the same taste as usual, and felt very envious. How could they be so unlucky that they didn't get the dishes made by the new chef?

Master Yang saw the face of the guest, his face was a little dark, and he kept his face sullen all night, without saying a word, and even turned a blind eye to Song Cun, as if he didn't exist.

Song Cun didn't take it seriously either, just do his own thing well, others will only see his efforts.

By the time the busy work was over and dinner was over, it was already very late. Master Wang said to Song Cun: "There is a dormitory behind the hotel. I will give you a single dormitory. You don't have to go back at night."

Song Cun was overjoyed, he didn't expect such a good thing to happen, he said: "Running back and forth every day is very troublesome and delays work, let's forget about today, if you don't go back so late, the family should worry, pack some things tomorrow Come here and stay again."

Chef Wang also understood, and said: "There are not many people ordering in the morning, so you only need to be responsible for lunch and evening. Don't be in a hurry, just come over at lunch time."

Song Cun nodded and planned to go back. Chef Wang looked at the night outside, gave him a flashlight, and said, "It's so pitch black that you can't see anything, just light it up and be careful."

Song Cun didn't refuse. It was really dark outside, and it was a bit difficult to ride a bicycle in the dark.

Chef Wang held a bag behind his back, stuffed it into his hand, and said, "Take these things back."

Seeing his expression, Song Cun took it in silence, without saying anything, holding a flashlight, riding a bicycle, and drifting into the night.

The town is more than ten miles away from their home. The road is not very smooth, but it is not rainy, and it does not affect his riding a bicycle. In the night, the road is quiet, and only the crickets can be heard. He is not afraid, but He couldn't help speeding up, and when he was approaching the entrance of their village, he suddenly saw a figure standing by the side of the road. Before he could say anything, the people over there asked, "Is it Song Cun?"

When Song Cun heard the voice, he knew it was the elder brother, and he shouted: "Elder brother, it's me!"

Song Jianjun breathed a sigh of relief when he heard his younger brother's voice. He asked, "I'm back. If you don't come back, mother will eat me."

Song Cun pointed to the back seat of the bicycle and said, "Come up."

Song Jianjun smiled and stepped up. He was not used to sitting behind with long legs and long feet. He raised his feet and said, "Have you eaten yet?"

Song Cun said: "How can you be hungry if you work as a cook in a restaurant?"

Song Jianjun thought about the same thing, and the two arrived at the house soon. Mother Song was guarding the gate of the yard. Seeing them coming back, she was relieved, and went up to ask, "Why did you come back at this time?"

Song Cun said: "There are a lot of guests at night. After finishing the work, we come back after having a meal. It's about this time."

Song's mother frowned: "It's not a solution to be so late every day. It's fine on a sunny day. If it's cloudy and rainy, why come back?"

Song Cun pushed the bicycle into the yard, and the yard was quiet, except for Song's mother and Song Jianjun, everyone else was asleep.

Song Cun said: "Master Wang said that he assigned me a single dormitory at the back of the hotel. Tomorrow I will pack some clothes, bedding and toiletries. I will live in the town and I won't come back at night."

When Mother Song heard that her son would not come back at night, she felt subconsciously reluctant, and said, "Isn't that why you won't be able to come back for a few days?"

Song Cun nodded, that's right.

Although Song's mother was reluctant to give up, her son was going to work, so there was no other way but to let him go, besides, it was only in the town, if you miss him, just go to the town to see him.

Song Cun parked his bicycle, and handed the bag that Master Wang gave him to his mother. Song's mother took it with a smile and asked, "What is this?"

Song Cun said: "I didn't read it. Master Wang gave it to me when I came back."

He guessed it was something to eat. After cleaning up the kitchen at night, there were still some ingredients left.

When Song's mother heard this, she hurried to the main room. The wires were connected and the lights were turned on. The room was very bright, so she couldn't wait to open the bag and saw that there were some pork in it. Master Wang gave it to you?"

Even if he doesn't eat, he doesn't want his son to do bad things and lose his job.

Song Cun saw that it was some sliced ​​pork, and smiled. As a cook of the restaurant, he still knew that the pork was not sold out today, thinking that when Master Yang went back, he also took some things, which presumably were pork. Said: "Master Wang really gave it to me. The meat is a bit fat, boil it, it won't spoil easily."

This is meat. Of course Mother Song knows how to preserve it. She smiled and said, "Mother knows, there is water in the kettle for you. Go and wash up. You've been tired all day, so go to bed early."

Song Jianjun said next to him, "I'll light the fire."

The meat that my younger brother brought back with great difficulty cannot spoil before eating.

Song Cun didn't care about them, he was indeed too tired, fetched water, took a shower, and fell asleep.

Although he was very tired, Song Cun got up early to exercise the next morning. No matter what job he did, a healthy body was necessary.

Seeing that he was not in a hurry to go to town, Mother Song asked, "Don't you have to go to work today?"

Song Cun shook his head: "I'm only in charge of noon and night, and I'm not in a hurry to go in the morning."

When Song Huaimin heard his younger brother's words, he was a little envious. He didn't have any skills, he only knew how to farm, and he couldn't do it even if he wanted to find a job.

Song Jianjun smiled and said: "You are still a temporary worker, work hard. Wang Zhiwei told me that as long as you do well, you can become a regular worker."

Song's mother smiled and said: "That's great, if Xiaobao becomes a regular worker, he will be stable."

With a job, she no longer has to worry about Xiaobao not being able to support her family in the future.

Li Juan looked at this little uncle with a complicated expression. She has been married to the Song family for so many years, and she has always felt that the most unpromising member of the family is the little uncle. Although her man has no skills, he is strong and knows how to farm. He earns the most work points in the family. Yes, the family will be separated in the future, and the days will not be wrong.

My brother-in-law has slender arms and legs, and is still delicate. Even if he gets married and has a family, he can't earn much work points. Whether he can earn enough to eat is still a question.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the uncle came back, he found such a good job for the uncle. The cook of the state-owned restaurant, even if he is only a temporary worker now, is still on public rations. Spread it on my own man, but I also know that even if the elder uncle is dissatisfied with his younger uncle for being too delicate, because he is a younger brother, he treats him best and loves him the most, and thinks of him first. It is too much to see him farming at home. It's hard work, I found such a good job for him after a trip, my uncle didn't care so much about his own man.

Zhang Yuemei has no idea, her husband is a soldier, and now he is a company commander. I heard from him that after a while, he might be promoted to be the commander of the regiment. She is very content to be the regimental commander at a young age. Besides, the man even told her Yes, when my brother-in-law gets married in the future, she can join the army. She hopes that his brother-in-law can live well and let her parents-in-law and mother-in-law less worry about it. She can also join the army early, and the whole family will be together.

Last night, Song's mother boiled the pork that Song Cun brought back, put the meat and lard in a jar, and put some in it when she sliced ​​radish in the morning, not to mention how fragrant it was.

Seeing the meat on the plate, Li Juan couldn't help asking: "Mother, did our family cut meat again?"

Song's mother gave her a white look: "What kind of meat do you cut? How can there be so many meat tickets? This is brought back by Xiaobao. If there is meat, eat it. Don't go out and talk nonsense. It will affect badly. This is all thanks to Xiaobao. After eating meat, Don't keep muttering about him and talking about him."

Li Juan blushed a little, she did often mutter about her brother-in-law, at worst she would stop talking small things about him from now on.

Thinking of my mother-in-law saying not to go out and talk nonsense, and knowing the pros and cons of it, she quickly shut up, and told the children not to go out and talk nonsense, and Song's mother was beside her, saying that there would be no meat to eat in the future.

The children of the Song family were all clever and clever. When they heard grandma's words, how dare they go out to show off, and kept shaking their heads, saying that they would not go out and talk nonsense.

While Li Juan was eating meat, his heart was sour, but at the same time, he felt at home? It's actually pretty good to be a cook in a state-run restaurant. Where can I get meat? Of course, it would be better if this cook could be replaced by his own man.