Transmigrated into the body of a villain, I became my sister's savior.

Lin Jianshen walked out, picked up a bottle of beer, and said, "Our boss can't drink, gentlemen, I'm really sorry, I'll drink one for her."

Brother Qing's eyes swept over him.

The chef's hat was soaked with sweat, and his face was covered in sweat.

The golden wings on the short-sleeved shirt were peeling off, with many parts flaking off, looking like fish scales that hadn't been properly scraped off.

She was wearing loafers, and the exposed insteps of her feet were tanned dark black.

He scoffed, "Where did this greenhorn come from?"

Lin Jianshen ignored his taunts, grabbed a bottle of beer, and chopped the cap open with a chop to the neck.

Opening bottles with folders, table corners, or chopsticks is not considered a skill.

Lin Jianshen showed off this skill, and even Brother Qing took a second look at his hand.

This kid has distinct knuckles and a thin layer of calluses on his hands, clearly indicating that he has practiced regularly.

Qing Ge habitually glanced at his fist again, where there was also a thin layer of calluses.

He quickly made a judgment in his mind: this kid must be a frequent fighter.

Judging from his clothes and appearance, he was clearly a low-level blond-haired kid.

The kind who haven't yet made it in the game.

Only people like this dye their hair and wear outlandish clothes, as if they're afraid others won't know they're a scoundrel.

Those who truly make a name for themselves often dress in a low-key manner.

They wish they had as few distinctive features as possible, so as not to be targeted by their enemies.

But when it comes to someone like his boss, Sun Hao...

They mostly drive companies and ride in luxury cars.

He was dressed like an upper-class person or a successful businessman.

Lin Jianshen, a greenhorn, often has no background, yet he is still troublesome.

He hasn't encountered much trouble, he's fearless and a bit stubborn.

They don't know the rules and they don't know how to use their strength.

At this moment, Lin Jianshen disregarded his recent abstinence from alcohol, picked up the bottle, and put it in his mouth.

Shake it, and a vortex will form inside the bottle.

Then, before the vortex disappeared, he finished the bottle of wine in one go.

This is called "spinning one".

It looks simple, but it's actually quite difficult.

Then he picked up a second bottle with astonishing force.

"This kid's got some skills." Seeing that someone had given him a way out, Brother Qing's anger subsided, and he didn't want to cause trouble for himself.

He picked up his wine glass and took a sip, which was considered an acceptance of Lin Jianshen's "expression".

He's a seasoned veteran, with sharp eyes.

Lin Jianshen's eyes were calm, and his back was very straight.

Although this person is young, he has experienced a lot and is not afraid of trouble.

Qing felt that he didn't need to get entangled with him.

Lin Jianshen spent another ten seconds spinning the third bottle.

The henchman next to him held down the fourth bottle: "Hey kid, you're not here to freeload, are you?"

"You've got some skills. Being a cook has no future. Why don't you join us?"

"Our boss is Brother Hao..."

Suddenly, Brother Qing barked, "Shut up. Don't mention the boss's name in public."

The underling immediately wilted after being yelled at by Brother Qing.

Brother Qing snorted coldly, "You've forgotten all the rules? I'll teach you a lesson when we get back!"

"Brother Hao?" Lin Jianshen hiccuped, wondering, "Is the Brother Hao they're talking about Sun Hao?"

"If he's someone who follows Sun Hao, why haven't I seen him?"

"But it's hard to say. Sun Hao has many business lines under him. I'm just a small fry on the outermost edge of the debt collection team. It's not surprising that I don't know them."

Seeing that Lin Jianshen had calmed Qing Ge down, Qi Xiumei breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm so sorry, Qing Ge, I'll give you a discount on the drinks today..."

Brother Qing waved his hand: "One thing at a time, the price is what it is. Go do your thing."

Qi Xiumei felt as if she had been granted a pardon and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, Brother Qing, please enjoy your meal."

The group didn't cause any more trouble. After finishing their meal, they paid the original price, got into a black Formula Leopard SUV, and drove off.

Lin Jianshen returned to the kitchen, and Lao Wu looked at him with a complicated expression.

After a long pause, he sighed and patted him on the shoulder: "You've got guts, kid."

He stopped dawdling and his efficiency immediately improved.

Seeing this, the proprietress asked Lin Jianshen to make the shrimp and beef crispy rolls again.

The dishes were served and, as expected, received unanimous praise from the diners.

The average spending per table today is significantly higher than on any previous day.

It goes without saying that today's sales will definitely exceed yesterday's.

Qi Xiumei's face beamed with joy.

Lin Jianshen rode his motorcycle home and parked it in the alley.

The light was still on for him in the entryway.

The light in Xia Tingwan's bedroom was off; she seemed to be asleep.

Lin Jianshen tried to walk quietly, found a change of clothes, and went to the bathroom.

After taking a shower, he took out the medicinal wine that Brother Qiang had given him and found that there was only a little left in the bottle.

He poured some water into the bottle and shook it.

She applied the medicated wine to herself again and then threw the empty bottle into the bathroom trash can.

After taking a nap, I ate breakfast at home the next morning and then came to the store.

The number of customers in the store is increasing every day; there was a long queue outside at noon today.

Some people come to see the landlady.

Others came to try Lin Jianshen's new dishes after watching videos shared by others on Douyin.

Old Wu didn't slack off today, but he's old and forgot to drink Huoxiang Zhengqi Water in the afternoon.

After working continuously for more than four hours in a kitchen where the temperature was over 40 degrees Celsius, I suffered from heatstroke.

Lin Jianshen had no choice but to step in, doing the work of two people and running around like crazy.

I didn't even have time to eat dinner.

It wasn't until 10 p.m., after seeing off the last table of guests, that I finally had time to drink some water.

For about ten hours, I didn't go to the toilet to urinate—I sweated so much that I didn't feel the urge.

Just as I was about to start cleaning, Lao Wu walked in.

"I'll do the cleaning. Didn't you say you were short of money? Go ask the landlady for three days' wages first."

Lin Jianshen asked, "Is your body alright?"

Old Wu was pale and covered in cold sweat, but he still said, "No problem, hurry up and go. The person will leave after the accounts are settled."

Lin Jianshen walked to the counter.

Qi Xiumei was leaning over the counter doing accounts, her buttocks sticking out, her skirt outlining her full, rounded curves.

Lin Jianshen stepped forward: "Sister Mei, could you please give me an advance on my wages for these three days?"

Qi Xiumei turned around: "Oh, our great hero has arrived."

Lin Jianshen smiled shyly: "It's not that exaggerated, sis. Look at these three days' wages..."

Qi Xiumei interrupted him: "Our wages are paid monthly."

Lin Jianshen said, "I know, but I'm almost out of money for food. So, I'd like to ask Sister Mei for a favor."

Qi Xiumei looked at him for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed and said, "Hey, why do you ask people for money right away?"

Why should I give you money?

Lin Jianshen was stunned, and forced a smile, "Sister Mei, I've been working here for three days."

Qi Xiumei chuckled: "I didn't sign a labor contract with you, and I don't know what's wrong with you, insisting on helping out in the kitchen."

Lin Jianshen instantly realized that Qi Xiumei wanted to get his labor for free.

No wonder Lao Wu has been acting so strangely lately; it turns out he's thinking of himself.

If he hadn't reminded me to ask for three days' wages first, I might have continued working until next month, only to discover the problem when I received my paycheck.

Lin Jianshen was burning with anger: "Qi Xiumei, you promised me back then that you would give me five thousand a month."

"I agree to that?" Qi Xiumei chuckled as if she had heard something amusing. "Words are no proof, little brother. Do you have a contract? No, right?"

"Is there a recording? Is there any evidence that I promised you that? I don't think so."

She stood up and walked gracefully to Lin Jianshen: "Why should I hire someone like you who has neither a health certificate nor a chef's license?"

"Um?"

"Little brother, don't be naive. Consider these three days as a lesson from your older sister."