It was late autumn and the weather was really cold. She was holding two brothers left and right, but Song Zixuan didn't feel embarrassed.

The nightlife in Dumen is very ordinary. If it weren't for bar streets and 24-hour food stalls, there would be basically no people at 2 o'clock in the middle of the night.

Occasionally, those who pass by will look back and watch Song Zixuan walking forward with difficulty while holding the two drunks.

But Song Zixuan was very happy. He was free after tonight. He could choose to watch at Dashidai for a few more days, wait for the Facai Hotel to recruit workers, or take a vacation directly.

Anyway, from tonight, he no longer owe anyone, and there is a new beginning.

Because both of them were so drunk that Song Zixuan simply placed them in the small hotel where Fang Rui lived, took off their clothes and covered them with quilts, and then left.

The next morning, Song Zixuan was rarely getting up late. After looking at his phone, it was past nine in the morning.

He nervously lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and then he couldn't help but close his eyes and smiled. Why are you anxious? He is said to have no job anymore.

But he was smiling and slapped himself on the top of his head.

"I'm still laughing, why don't I get up quickly? Let's see what time it's now?" Han Rong said angrily.

Song Zixuan opened his eyes in a daze and saw his mother looking at him angrily. Sang Tianshuo and Fang Rui were sitting at the table drinking porridge.

"What's the situation? Master, why are you getting up so late?"

Song Zixuan was stunned and asked me what was going on? These two goods were almost dragged into the hotel by themselves last night. They seemed to have fallen asleep on the road. Now, I ask myself what was going on?

Song Zixuan glared at him fiercely: "How did you two sleep yesterday?"

"It's okay, Master, Fang Ruita snores."

"Come on, you two may not necessarily snore loudly."

Han Rong said: "Hurry up, hurry up and go to work after dinner. Isn't it too late?"

Song Zixuan bit his lip lightly and said, "Mom, don't worry about my business in the future, I'll resign."

"Ah? You just quit your job if you say good things? Or did you make a mistake and your leader fire you?" Han Rong asked nervously immediately.

Sang Tianshuo smiled and said, "My uncle, don't tease me anymore. It's too late for them to keep my master. My master is planning to do it by himself now."

"Do it yourself?" Han Rong hurriedly sat beside the bed, "Waiter, you're so ambitious. Do you know that there are risks in doing it yourself? Don't waste it if you have two money."

Song Zixuan smiled, took out a coat, and took out a card from his pocket: "Mom, there are more than 150,000 yuan in it. I have no time to get it. You can just take it out and save it to your card. Just leave me 20,000 yuan for emergency treatment."

"Ten...150,000? Waiter, what are you doing?"

"Haha, mom, I have to go out later. I will explain to you when I come back. Just get it for me. Don't worry, your son has never done anything he shouldn't have done."

Han Rong nodded slowly. She was relieved about Song Zixuan's character. After all, Song Zixuan was not very brave since childhood and was a decent person.

"Okay, mom has done it for you. Remember it and come back tonight and tell me what's going on."

"I know!"

After a simple breakfast, Song Zixuan went to Dashi Dai directly. Although he resigned, he always felt that he had to say hello to Zheng Hui and Zhou Peng.

At the same time, he also contacted Mr. Cheng and asked about Facai Hotel. Mr. Ba also said that he was about to tell him that he had been recruited and when the business would be opened, he listened to Song Zixuan.

Song Zixuan was happy. After all, he didn't want to be idle either. Facai Hotel opened early and he could work early.

Then he told Eighth Master about several ingredients that must be purchased, including Chinese medicinal materials, and Eighth Master asked Lei Zi to do it.

It was almost noon when the Dashi Dian was in the house. As soon as a few people entered the door, they saw Zhou Peng looking at them with a dark face.

Zhou Peng frowned slightly and walked over: "I'll say Song Zixuan, what time is it now?"

Song Zixuan smiled: "What's wrong at what time?"

"Working hours are 9:30, and you are two hours late. Our store serves emperor fried rice mainly in the morning, you don't know?"

In fact, Zhou Peng was really anxious. Those who were queuing up early this morning had already lined up on the side of the road. As soon as the door opened, they squeezed in to ask for the Emperor's fried rice. When they heard that the chef was not there, they naturally blew the anger on Zhou Peng and the waiter.

The people explained in the morning that the guests were allowed to sit at the table and wait.

"I know, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong? Humph, the guests are waiting now, and they have been waiting for so long, who will take the blame?" Zhou Peng shouted directly, showing the manager's momentum.

Song Zixuan smiled, ignored him, but walked straight to the kitchen.

Sang Tianshuo glared at Zhou Peng: "Why are you shouting on the horse? You are so sissy!"

"you……"

Fang Rui even glanced at him coldly, wanted to open his mouth, but thought about it and left with a lazy voice.

"It's against it, damn, how about doing this business? No, I have to tell the boss!" This seems to be Zhou Peng's strength...

When he walked into the kitchen, Zheng Hui hurried over: "Chef Song, you've arrived, that... the menu is all for you to put on the stove, and 20 servings of Emperor Fried Rice are on the order again."

Song Zixuan nodded and smiled: "No hurry, chef, I have to tell you something."

"Ah? You can't cook anything first. The guests urge you, why don't you make it first?" Zheng Hui is the chef after all, and he manages the kitchen. He has the responsibility to not be able to deliver the food in the kitchen, so he is also anxious.

However, compared to his attitude, he is much better than Zhou Peng. Perhaps because he has been together in the kitchen for a long time, Zheng Hui feels that Song Zixuan is not that annoying, but... he sometimes cares about his colleagues more.

Especially Lao Wu, no one looks down on this choreographer. Zheng Hui, as the chief chef, knows that Song Zixuan has made a lot of stand up for him, and Zheng Hui also knows these things.

"Haha, I'm afraid... I can't do it anymore."

"What? Can't do it?" Zheng Hui's eyes almost popped out. You know, this is a big deal for the kitchen.

If it is a common dish that cannot be cooked due to shortage of ingredients, it would be fine to apologize to the guests, but Emperor Fried Rice is a signature dish of Dashi.

Many of the guests come because of a fried rice, and the ingredients are only rice and eggs, so it is too nonsense to tell them that the ingredients are not enough and they cannot be cooked.

"Yes, Chief Chef, I have resigned. I'm here to say hello to you today. You are polite to me. I should tell you."

"Resign...Resign?" Zheng Hui didn't say much, and he immediately understood something.

Given Song Zixuan's popularity now, there are naturally many restaurant owners who want to poach people, and he has a monthly salary of 80,000 yuan, so it is estimated that the job change will be even higher.

"You... have finally decided to leave?" Zheng Hui's expression eased a little. He stopped doing it and couldn't serve the meal.

"Haha, we will contact you later if we have time, and maybe we can still cooperate."

"Sure, certain." Zheng Hui said, stretching out his hand and shook hands with Song Zixuan. This was the first time the two shook hands, and it was Zheng Hui who took the initiative.

Then, Song Zixuan looked at Li Tao and others again, too lazy to say goodbye, so he only said a few words to Lao Wu, and then walked out of the kitchen.

Looking at Song Zixuan's back, Zheng Hui was even a little lucky that he almost made a big mistake in the catering industry for so many years.

Bullying the elderly but not the young!

Sometimes it is more terrifying to offend a young student than to offend a senior!

Because the senior has reached a bottleneck of development, but the younger generation still has endless possibilities. If you offend him, you may die miserably.

When she walked to the front hall, Song Zixuan walked directly to the front desk.

"Chef Song, do you still have the intention to stroll here? These twenty fried rice dishes are on top of it." Luo Lili hurriedly said when she saw Song Zixuan's leisurely appearance.

"Hehe, Lili, I'll say a few words to you, which can be said to Tianshuo."

As soon as he said this, Sang Tianshuo was stunned: "Hmm? Master, I have nothing to say."

Luo Lili gave him a blank look: "I have nothing to say to this gangster, Chef Song has something to say."

"Lili, I resigned. I will not work at Dashidai from today. I have no friendship with others, so I say hello to you." Song Zixuan said lightly, as if leaving Dashidai had no effect on him at all.

Indeed, big trees are so good to enjoy the cool air. I wonder how many people are looking to work in restaurants of such a large scale. Not to mention whether they can get high salaries. At least large stores of this scale are much more stable than small stores.

"Resign? Chef Song, have you really thought about it? Now that the Emperor Fried Rice is so popular, in fact... If you leave the Dashi Dian, you may not have such an effect." Luo Lili said.

"Hehe, thank you for thinking about me, but I've quit."

"Is that so? Why don't you ask the boss for a salary increase? In fact, this is also a loss from the Dashi Age. Oh... By the way, Chef Song, where would you go to work?"

Song Zixuan looked around and said in Luo Lili's ear: "City East District, think about it, Tian Shuo is there too."

Hearing this, Luo Lili glanced at Sang Tianshuo: "Hmph, if I go to him, I won't go. It would be nice to go to Chef Song, haha."

While chatting, Zhou Peng hurried to the bar and said, "Song Zixuan, what's wrong with you? Open your dog's eyes and see, how many people are waiting for fried rice? Are you still chatting here? Do you don't want to do it anymore!"

Song Zixuan shrugged and chuckled, then walked around the bar and walked in front of Zhou Peng.

The two stood at each other and looked at each other. Zhou Peng was even stunned: "What are you...what are you going to do?"

"It's nothing, Zhou Peng, open your dog's eyes and see how I walked out. As for fried rice... go fry!"

After saying that, Song Zixuan walked out of the Dashi Age with a swagger.

"You... come back for me, what should I do if I have fried rice!"

Song Zixuan ignored it. In fact, he really planned to fry these twenty fried rice before leaving. However, as soon as he entered the door, he changed his mind and quit. What should I do if I care about you?

"What's his attitude? It's so inappropriate. I must tell the boss that if I don't open you this time, my surname will not be Zhou!"

Zhou Peng shouted angrily, everyone in the front hall could hear it.

Luo Lili smiled while calculating the accounts: "Manager Zhou, then I think you will definitely settle your words this time, but he will not be driven away, so he may leave by himself."

"What do you mean?" Zhou Peng frowned.

"I have resigned, what else can you do?" Luo Lili gave him a blank look.

"Resign? Then I'll leave after I've finished 20 copies. Why don't I feel responsible at all?" After saying that, Zhou Peng went straight into the kitchen.

"Zheng Hui, I'll tell you, give me twenty servings of emperor fried rice immediately, otherwise you all don't do it!"
Chapter completed!