"One of them must be photography." Shen Youran is absolutely sure of this.

The female colleague of the photography department nodded with a smile: "photography and food are his greatest pursuits in this life, so his cooking skills are very good, and the barbecue is even better. You can rest assured that you just wait to eat."

"True or false?" Shen Youran can't believe that a great man has a taste for food, and his thin body like a bamboo pole doesn't look like a foodstuff.

A female colleague nearby raised her hand and said, "really, really, I can testify."

Shen Youran touched his jaw and said, "this hobby of food is suitable to be a housewife in the future."

Editor in chief Zhou said with a smile: "I don't want to stay in the magazine in the future. I can change my profession to be a cook."

Qiu Shaoze is brushing seasoning on chicken wings. When he hears their words, he looks up and says with a smile: "you need a cook to sleep at home. Remember to hire me with a high salary."

The female colleague of the photography department sighed: "we are all poor people, and the salary can only support the family. How can we afford to hire you. If you open a restaurant or something in the future, you can go to the restaurant once in a while

"Not necessarily." Xiao Liu of the administration department said, "Youran is not only Miss Shen, but may be Mrs. Ji in the future. As long as Youran is willing to hire you, your lofty goal is likely to be achieved."

"Yes, that's right. So I'll bake the chicken wings and serve them to you. Maybe Ji will be happy. In order to win a smile from the beauty, he will hire you as a private chef with a high salary, and you will be successful in the future."

The salary of the servants of the Ji family is good. As for the specific amount, Shen Youran is not sure, but what they said is too exaggerated.

If you can be a chef in Ji's family and become a great success, don't you all rush to grab this job?

Shen Youran asks Ji Jinchuan with her eyes, expressing doubt about their statement.

Ji Jinchuan pinched her soft fingers, leaned over her ears and whispered, "the cook of the old house of the Ji family earns 200000 yuan a year."

200000?

More than a nine to five job!

Her salary is 6000 a month and less than 80000 a year. The annual salary of the cook of the Ji family is more than twice that of her. At that time, she felt that she was not as good as a cook.

Qiu Shaoze brought the baked food to them. The appearance was not bad. The chicken wings were covered with yellow grease. The seasoning spread on them was even and crisp yellow. The light smell made them feel very fragrant.

As soon as the food was on the table, everyone was ready to grab it. Editor Zhou opened their paws and handed the food plate to Ji Jinchuan. Ji Jinchuan glanced at the contents of the plate, took two strings of chicken wings and handed one of them to Shen Youran.

Shen Youran can't wait to taste it. It's still hot when it's just out of the oven. So she takes a small bite. The seasoning is tasty, not salty or salty. The taste is very good. It's even better than the food sold in the big stall.

After Ji Jinchuan took it, editor Zhou took the food to everyone. It was only after five seconds that editor Zhou did not have it himself. Xiao Liu took two strings and gave one of his own to editor Zhou.

On the way, Qiu Shaoze had a rest. Editor Zhou himself baked food for everyone. The charcoal fire he brought was running out. There were still many food materials that had not been opened. So he asked for their opinions and prepared to use the most primitive method of survival: dry wood to bake food.

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