Transmigration in the Book: I Rely on Raising Cubs to Upgrade My System

The tall, upright temp waitress, with a slight stiffness, walked over to Song Yiran.

"The fish should have all the whiskers and tails, just spread it out on the plate, pour the sauce on it, and then pour a layer of hot oil from the pan next to it."

Song Yiran said as she showed him how to do it.

This was her usual home-cooked dish.

Yessusu liked the taste so much that she would share a recipe with her daughter today.

"Try it, so the fish won't be dry and the heat will be preserved." She teaches and also explains the principle of the recipe.

She teaches, and gives the principle.

The temp's dark eyes flashed down, "Okay, leave it to me, you rest."

Song Yiran looked into his masked face and said, "Yes."

His forehead, which was the only part of his face exposed, was damp with sweat, so it was obvious that he was hot.

When Song Yiran looked at her daughter, who was still arranging the sashimi, she withdrew her gaze and turned to the refrigerator to get a bottle of mineral water.

She poured a cup and put it on the edge of the table.

"After serving the fish, rest for a while."

"Drink some water, get some fluids."

Hearing this, the large spoon in the 'temp's' hand tilted, and all the sauce inside spilled out.

Ye Susu turned around and had a good look at Ms. Song and the only mineral water bottle.

"Mom, whose is this for, mine?"

Song Yiran looked at her in a bad way, "I brought you a thermos, you drink hot water. A girl can't eat ice."

Ye Susu suddenly turned her face away again.

But when she cut another piece of salmon, she felt something was wrong.

Turning her head again, she saw Ms. Song standing behind Gao Da Zhuang, drinking from a Chinese wolfberry cup and looking at Gao Da Zhuang's back as she did so.

Ye Susu has now learned to be a little observant.

As soon as she had a look, she felt a small look of satisfaction on Ms. Song's face.

"Hiss ......"

Was she mistaken?

Is Ms. Song satisfied with Gao Da Zhuang?

Ye Soo Soo don't dare to look around, back to cut the body.

[Ms. Song's favorable impression of the cub's father rose.]

[Current: 85%.]

"Huh?"

Ye Soo Soo stared, and the bayonet was almost too tight to hold steady.

"Soooo, you cut a fish, eeeeeeee, what are you doing?"

Ms. Song was standing behind Ye Susu at some point.

Ye Susu a numbness behind her neck.

"I just ...... my throat is difficult."

Khan, Ms. Song discovered the identity of Gao Da Zhuang?

It shouldn't.

She looked carefully to the side.

Catnip was here to help and was told that she would be serving nearly 40 guests.

He said that he and his assistant could help, and that although the cooking might not be to the customer's taste, they would be able to wash the vegetables, cut the meat, serve the dishes, and wash the dishes.

Ye Susu thought it was feasible, at least for two men, so he let them enter the store armed and ready.

He was wrapped from head to toe, with only his forehead exposed, and even his eyes were half blocked by dark glasses.

Ms. Song had only seen catnip once, and could she recognize it?

Yessusu shakes her head.

Must not.

She was able to recognize it all by smell, by touching this ridge.

Thinking about it, she felt that the system was quite helpful today, and could add the chicken leg subs.

Ms. Song didn't recognize anyone, but she had a good feeling about the temp, and the system also calculated the good feeling value.

It's commendable!

Ye Susu looked at the progress bar of her favorable impressions, and was happy when she was just a little short of the mark.

Song Yiran came over to take a look twice, "I'll take two plates of sashimi out."

"Okay, mom, you can take a break too. Sit on the small stool for a while."

Song Yiran nodded, wiped her hands neatly, and walked out with the plates of food.

Ye Susu peeked in, not holding a piercing knife, and rubbed it against the tall, strong man beside her.

"Hey, you try harder to take Ms. Song down completely ah."

The 'temporary worker' who was holding the plate finally dared to move his deep gaze to Ye Susu's small face.

Ms. Song was there, he didn't even meet Ye Susu's eyes.

"Good."

Li Jun spat out one word calmly and steadily.

His eyes softened a bit, and then moved his gaze to the small hands on the edge of the case, only a pair of grape black eyes peeking at him, the handsome face under the mask all stretched.

The little guy looked like he wanted to get close to him, but didn't dare to, as if he was afraid of being discovered by Song Yiran, so he didn't dare to come over.

Li Jun originally had something to say, but when he saw the frightened look of mother and child, he thought about it and swallowed.

But seeing the frightened looks of mother and son, he thought about it and swallowed it.

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay."

Lijun really wanted to touch her forehead, and also wanted to touch the child's furry head.

But he refrained from doing so, not knowing when Ms. Song would return.

Although he looked as if Ms. Song already knew who he was, she just tacitly pretended not to see him.

The news, however, was probably a horror story for mother and son.

He didn't say anything in the end, and quickly put the fish stew on the table and took it out.

He just happened to pass by Song Yiran, who looked at the plate and nodded at him.

"Good work."

Li Jun's face was straight, "...... not hard."

There was a smile on Song Yiran's face, and she lifted her foot before entering the kitchen.

In the outside dining room, there were four big tables, and everyone was eating a lot.

Ms. Song only made two of her specialty dishes, and the rest were all redeemed by Ye Susu according to the recipes.

Nowadays, many chefs will make cooking videos to teach their online audience how to cook.

Ye Susu has also watched a few.

With the addition of the cub raising value, some of the dishes she cooked had a bit of the old-fashioned taste.

The only thing missing is the bottom flavor of the old soup and the fact that she can't buy special ingredients.

However, most of the customers at Meow Meow today are not gourmets, but working class people.

So, Ye Susu's culinary standard, in their taste, is already considered to be a delicious version that does not turn over.

In addition, many of them have been eating at Meow Meow Restaurant for a long time, and today they come to dine with feelings.

Some of the old recipes are so memorable that they cherish every bite with the thought of coming back for more.

The new recipes, on the other hand, made them feel fresh, and once again, they felt the boss's wife was powerful and extensive.

"I really can drink three bowls of this cream of mushroom soup per person. These few empty seats at the same table, I want to know, are they still coming? Mind if I help them with some of the stress of food hoarding?"

This dude is a swagger right off the bat.

"The mushrooms complemented the heavy cream without overpowering it. It's slightly salty and relieves the greasiness of the heavy heat, and it also happens to blend perfectly with the puffed egg flavor."

This is the language teacher.

"I've finished the rib bones, so why are you still gabbing? Quickly move your chopsticks, will you see if there is any left on the table later?"

This is the gym teacher that comes along with the kit.

The amount of food served today is absolutely full.

But did the crowd want to be full?

No. It's about eating this meal, not the next.

It's about eating this meal, not the next one.

When I think about the old days when Meow Meow was closed at 12:30, everyone eats at least 1.5 times as much as they normally do.

Many of those who brought their families here, the families were a bit shocked.

"Honey, you're eating and snorting badly. Slow down, is anyone grabbing with you?"

"Baba, why did you drink my soup too?"

Many family conflicts arise in a second.

Mrs. Zhang looked to the left and right, as if she understood her son's script a little better.

For example, the trio at the same table, who were said to be programmers, were also fierce when they ate.

"Lido, drink up, don't talk nonsense, one bite is boring."

Whether it was old hen soup or mushroom soup, it was served in small bowls, full to the rim, wobbling almost to the point of spilling.

But they took a sip, and couldn't stop, so they took another.

"Take it easy, Chen Xiaofei, there's a new dish in the back."

Li Duo stuffed his mouth with a piece of fine fish meat rolled in oil, he picked a piece of fish belly, the fish meat torn off, you can see the large bones in a row spaced, white silk fish meat edge covered with a small layer of translucent fish fat, outside is wrapped in semi-crispy fish skin.

It's a good idea to roll a circle of sauce, put the fish in your mouth, and spit out four or five bones on the spot.

It's a good idea to take a big bite of rice and gulp it down with the sweet taste of the fish.

I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.

The residual taste between the teeth and the lips is multiple and varied, endless and continuous.

It's like a mountain and a mountain high, along the road is endless scenery.

It was refreshing.

Lido went to stretch out his chopsticks again.

The good thing about Chinese tables is that there are so many people and so many dishes.

More than ten kinds of dishes can be eaten in one meal. Different textures, different customs, different tastes, different ingredients from heaven and earth, all of them are available.

Only a fool would dry the soup in one bite!

Of course, he had to save his stomach for something else.

He looked at Chen Xiaofei with contempt, then turned to his own mouth and stuffed a mouthful of ribs into his mouth, continuing to skillfully hold the chopsticks between his teeth and spit out a hard bone.

The small plate in front of him was all high.

The bachelor is not a fearless image, it just depends on the presence of beautiful women.

Today, the only cute lady boss isn't even single anymore, and her baby is ready to play with the sauce.

What image do they care about?

Turn grief into the power to eat!

The trio was in a tizzy on the spot, and from a distance, they didn't look like white collar workers squatting at their desks.

Mrs. Zhang, who was at the same table, was amazed.

Watching these youngsters eat was really more interesting than eating with Xu Yuan and the others.

Watching them eat so well, their stomachs looked like black holes, she also felt some appetite.

Mrs. Zhang was trying to figure out which plate to put her chopsticks on that would be more suitable for her caloric and nutritional intake today, when a soft little voice in her ear started up.

"Tofu with shallots, come and mess with it~"

The upbeat little tail, the cute milk bubble voice.

Mrs. Zhang's heart gave an ahhh, and her chopsticks stopped.

And her body's movement had been a step faster.

The second she turned around, she looked to her side.

The little white boy, who was only a little higher than the dining table, was holding a plate in his two small hands and was trying to stand on his tiptoes to put it on the table.

On the large round table was a glass turntable, at least twenty or thirty centimeters from the outermost edge of the table.

The little guy had his little arms stretched out, but he couldn't quite reach it.

He was struggling a bit to get his little neck out of the down jacket as well, as if that would help.

When Mrs. Zhang looked at him, she was amused by the boy, but the grin was a little sour and a little swollen.

Sour, because it was someone else's child.

Sore, because it was someone else's child. Painful, because this little one was still helping Mommy.

But Mrs. Zhang's heart soon beat a little faster again.

Because after the soreness was over, she took a closer look and realized that the child was too close to her!

So close that she could see the delicate pores on the little guy's face, so close that she could reach out and hold him in her arms!

Mrs. Zhang, who was sitting at the table, couldn't close the corners of her mouth.

Her heart was steaming, more bubbly than the hot mushroom soup she had just drunk.

"Little cub."

The first thing you need to do is to take a look at this.

"Grandma played it for you~"