Factory owner is king

Chapter 200 Happy Forest

The dog days have passed, and the beginning of autumn is here. Strictly speaking, people have entered the autumn of Hongwu's 31st year.

Since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring.When Liu Yuxi sang this poem, he obviously ignored the existence of the autumn tiger. The weather was not cool at all, and the temperature was even a bit more stuffy than in the dog days. .

Men can also pretend to be heroic and open their chests, and pour some well water on their heads and chests to top them off, women can't help it, and big families can also put ice basins, although it is of no use .

Gu Yunyan is very rich, although she doesn't dress very luxuriously.She is powerful, too, though she has only one cook and three hands in Merrywood.Facing this autumn tiger, she was also helpless, especially when Tiankui came yesterday, her lower abdomen was throbbing with pain, which made her feel very bad, her face was flushed, she was panting heavily, and no one seemed to be conscious of it in her eyes She had a murderous intent, but fortunately there were not many guests in the happy forest, so they wouldn't offend her.

"Oh!"

Kicking open the door of the back kitchen, Gu Yunyan blurted out curses before he stepped in: "Bastard, there are so many people in the store that I can't find a buddy. My mother raised you for nothing? Why don't you find some If you come to raise a dog, you can eat less!"

"Ouch!"

"boss!"

The two guys were talking and laughing while sitting on the small stool, but now Gu Yunyan grabbed him, and they shrank their necks in fright.

"Boss, the pig's head is not going to drive away. The pig's head will go now." The fat and big-eared pig's head rolled and crawled, and jumped out of the window like a flexible loach.It's not that he didn't want to go through the door, but there was no way, Gu Yunyan was blocking the door, and he really didn't have the guts to go around her.

"Boss..." The workman named Dogleg was as his name suggests, as thin as a sorghum pole, he stood about two meters tall, even if he was sitting on the ground now, he was almost as tall as Gu Yunyan's chest. Of course, he didn't dare to stare at Gu Yunyan's chest, otherwise the end would be bad: "There are not many people in this store, it's enough to take care of the big butt alone, and the pig's head is gone, so I don't need it... .”

"You dare to talk back!" Gu Yunyan glared, and kicked the dog's leg on the shoulder: "You still dare to talk back to my old lady, you don't want to live anymore, do you?"

"Don't dare, I'll go now, I'll go now. Oops." He was kicked heavily on the buttocks, and didn't dare to say anything, and ran out the door on all fours.

"Hmph, even if you run fast, every day, I don't have any peace of mind. A bunch of bastards." After scolding and beating again, I sweated a lot, but I felt better .

The dog legs and the pig's head left one after another, but besides Gu Yunyan, there is actually another person in the back kitchen, which is also a matter of course. The kitchen, how can we leave the cook?
A huge iron pot was covered with a large lid, and there was a "gurgling" sound inside, and I didn't know what was being cooked, but it should be meat, because the aroma couldn't be concealed.

The cook was wearing shorts with a small nose, his back was facing Gu Yunyan, and the two kitchen knives in his hands were shining coldly, flying up and down.I was chopping meat stuffing in front of the chopping board.

Pots, chopping boards, stoves, seasonings, bowls and chopsticks.There are everything that should be in the kitchen, but there is an extra stone table in the middle of the kitchen, with a square groove in the middle, with a thin layer of fine sand inside, and a few tables beside it. A small wooden stick, apart from its strange appearance, it is obviously a sand table for writing in terms of function.

With a slight flick of the toe, a stone flew up from the ground, shot out quickly, and hit the cook on the back of the head.

"Woo." The cook made a strange noise in his throat, then scratched his head, put down the kitchen knife in his hand, turned around, saw that it was Gu Yunyan, the cook grinned honestly, and made a gesture.

Gu Yunyan didn't say anything, because she knew he wouldn't be able to hear what she said, so she wouldn't do wasteful things like talking to a deaf person.He beckoned, then walked to the side of the stone platform, picked up the wooden stick next to the sand table and wrote: "Who's in the pot?"

Having been together for many years, if you want to say something, you don't need to write a long list, a simple four words are enough.

The cook looked at it, then picked up the stick and wrote: "Ten fragrant meat, hanging soup."

Naturally, old soup should always be kept in the kitchen in order to make soup dishes such as noodles, soup cakes, etc., but this ten-flavored meat. . .

The cook turned around and went to the stove to pick up the pot lid. A large pot of snow-white soup was bubbling. It was obvious that the oil and water in the meat had boiled out. Arms roll up and down. . .

The cook picked up the soup ladle that was placed aside, took a small mouthful and blew it around his mouth, sending it to his mouth to smack it, showing an intoxicated smile.

The picture is a little scary and disgusting, but Gu Yunyan looks very calm, but the expression on his face is a little disgusted.

Go to a cabinet standing against the east wall and open the cabinet door. Two mutilated corpses are hung by two large rusty iron hooks through the neck. One has no arms, and the other has no legs at all. All gone, just like a stick.

Gu Yunyan looked at it, and said disgustedly: "Really, the headless pig was trimmed a few days ago, and this is all you need to use. You have to keep busy. I don't know if the customers are not good recently. Ah, save some time and you will die!"

Naturally, the cook couldn't hear these words, but he didn't delay his understanding, after all, the expression on his face was still very vivid.

The cook scratched his head again, nodded, and said nothing, of course he couldn't say anything.

"I thought you could save your worries, but I find work for my old lady all day long, I'm so annoying." Gu Yunyan rolled her eyes, waved her hands, fanned the wind in her hands, and left gracefully .

The moment the kitchen door closed, the smile on the cook's face disappeared, and his eyes became darker. He stared blankly at the closed door, as if thinking of something, or remembering something, very quickly. A complex expression that is unpredictable.

After a long while, the cook came back to his senses, shook his head, and smiled wryly: "This temperament is like a boy's. When will he be able to marry after going on like this? I don't know how to change it. I really worry about it."

An authentic northwest Qin opera, he. . .Not a dumb, not a deaf.

Picking up the kitchen knife on the chopping board with both hands, his eyes sharpened suddenly, and he raised and lowered the knife in his hand, "aggressively", and started to work again. . .

(End of this chapter)