Tightened neck collar at the flowers

"He resigned, so the plate to end today, less personal."

Listen to this, Mr Chen suddenly a kind of a bad premonition.

Fat Chef patting the shoulders of Mr Chen said: "Comrade Chen, Three kitchen end of the arduous task of disk to you, you have to take up this responsibility."

"What!"

Mr Chen came in to help clear the surface of a kitchen knife, but in fact, just a handson mission, in addition to vegetables, vegetable, with tray, carved and the

like, even Duan Panzi things have been combined into the room. Cook in a lofty ideal of a normal person looking for work, sit safely in the living, no one thought to

stand sits in on this chore.

"Wait, you replaced the waiter is clothes, when nothing to me a hand in here, by the wayside under the plate."

"Chef Chef ... ... ... ... Hello."

Fat Pidianpidian to go out, never looking back.

Chen made the hearts of the eighth generation of his ancestors were greeted over and over, impatient of the dressing room next door into the kitchen, renowned for no

one, whispered curses: grass die a death of your mother is fat!

"But ... ... I like this is not also full of goodlooking?" Mr Chen was proud look in the mirror, clowns general turning himself in front of the mirror, patted the left

and right look at themselves, tightened neck collar at the flowers, look intoxicating look at herself in the mirror.

"Sure enough, I am Mr Chen Wei Wu Yingjun or so."