Siheyuan: Started in 1950, third-level cook

"I've given you the money, how could it be fake?" The old man who was selling walnuts smiled.

Seeing this, Yan Jiecheng took the money with a smile and counted it carefully.

This is thirty-one dollars and twenty cents, which is one month's salary. I have to count it clearly to feel at ease.

The old man counting the walnuts didn't care. After all, in his opinion, Yan Jiecheng was just a kid of about ten years old, and there was nothing wrong with him counting the money seriously.

After making sure that not a penny was missing, Yan Jiecheng put the money in the box and handed the packaged cooked food to the old man.

"Sir, take care. If you like the food, come back tomorrow. I'll be here again tomorrow!"

The old man who was selling walnuts nodded, put the contract in his pocket without finishing his words, and left with the cooked food in his hands.

Looking at the stall that had been sold out, Yan Jiecheng scratched the back of his head in disbelief.

"Isn't it a bit too easy to earn thirty yuan a month? I haven't worked for a long time and the goods are sold out."

"If my dad knew about this, he would definitely call me a fool."

After closing the box containing the money, Yan Jiecheng took the money box and went to find Chen Jun.

Yan Jiecheng could only roughly estimate how much the total sales were today, but he hadn't really calculated the exact amount.

And he had no intention of calculating it. After all, the money belonged to Chen Jun, and he was already satisfied with earning thirty yuan a month.

As long as he worked hard, Chen Jun might teach him how to cook food in the future.

Looking at Yan Jiecheng handing him the cash box, Chen Jun asked in surprise, "Why are you here? All the cooked food is sold out?"

Yan Jiecheng nodded and said proudly, "All sold out. At the beginning, the old customers you introduced bought a lot. Later, a big customer came and bought more than 30 yuan in one go. He bought all the meat and vegetables on the stall."

"Wow! Where did this big client come from? He is so rich?" Even Chen Jun was shocked.

I spent more than 30 yuan to buy cooked food. Does this family have a mine?

"That's not a big deal. I was worried that he would give me less money, so I counted it several times before I dared to give him the things. There are still many rich people in our city!" After sighing, Yan Jiecheng took the initiative to wash his hands and started to help serve the rice and carry the plates.

Chen Jun's stir-fry stall is already crowded with people, and the brother and sister are very busy. Yan Jiecheng's help has relieved a lot of pressure.

Looking at Yan Jiecheng who volunteered to help, Chen Jun couldn't help but smile.

This guy is quite smart. He knows that being diligent is the best way to keep this job.

On the other side, Fengdeng Tower.

"Come here, bring us today's accounts." Shopkeeper Liu, who had just returned from the kitchen, waved to a waiter in the store.

The waiter nodded and quickly took the bill.

Shopkeeper Liu opened it and took a look, then couldn't help but frown.

Alas, it’s still the same as before. Now the business of Fengdeng Building has stabilized, but the turnover is still a little less than it was half a month ago.

The gap is not very big, only about two hundred yuan.

But if Fengdenglou doesn't find a way to solve this problem, it will lose a lot of money every year.

Although Manager Liu is not the boss, the profits of Fengdeng Building also affect his income.

No!

I can't just deal with this matter alone. I have to call Master Liang over to discuss it.

The kitchen staff must hurry up and come up with a signature dish that will attract attention, so that he can find someone to promote it.

"Go, call Master Liang and tell him there's something important to discuss." Manager Liu said to the waiter.

"Okay, shopkeeper."

As soon as the waiter left, Manager Liu glanced and saw an old man walking in carrying something.

Ouch?

Are you carrying your food to Fengdenglou for dinner?

Just when Manager Liu saw who the visitor was, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he immediately stood up from the chair and hurriedly went to greet the old man.

"Mr. Wang, you are here."

As he spoke, he attentively pulled over a chair and arranged for the old man to sit down.

"Well, I went back to Sijiu City yesterday. I have nothing to do today, so I came to the store to have a look."

As he spoke, the old man glanced around the store, his face expressionless.

If Yan Jiecheng was here, he would definitely recognize that the old man was the wealthy man who bought more than 30 yuan worth of cooked food.

I didn't expect that he was from Fengdeng Tower and the boss behind it.

Manager Liu was a little too enthusiastic towards Mr. Wang, even a little flattering, just like a eunuch.

He poured tea for Wang Dongjia and asked him with concern whether he had eaten and whether he needed Master Liang to cook some dishes.

Just as Wang Dongjia was about to speak, a burst of cursing came from the direction of the kitchen.

"No, Manager Liu, you are so idle. I am busy in the kitchen. Is there anything important that can't be discussed after I am done with it?"

"Hey, Mr. Wang, why are you here?" Master Liang changed the subject, but soon realized that what he said just now was a bit inappropriate, so he changed the subject and added: "When did you come, have you eaten?"

Although Wang Dongjia looked very imposing, he actually had a good temper. He waved at Master Liang, motioning him to sit down and talk.

"We've finished our meal, and the two of you are here. Give these things a share and let the guys in the kitchen have a taste."

As he spoke, he pointed to the pile of cooked food on the table.

"Hey, boss, we can make whatever you want to eat in our store, why spend money to buy these?" Master Liang has a straightforward personality and sometimes speaks without thinking.

Shopkeeper Liu on the side seemed to be very good at making splashes: "Oh, thank you, boss, for thinking of bringing us something when you go out of town. Where did you buy this delicacy? Is it a specialty of other places?"

As he said this, he glared at Master Liang and urged him, "Why don't you thank the boss quickly?"

Master Liang looked at Manager Liu speechlessly.

This guy is too good, isn't he? He seems to be stupid.

Although I complained in my heart, I still said thank you to my boss honestly.

Wang Dongjia waved his hand indifferently and said, "I bought these at a small stall on East Street. The stall owner was a kid in his teens, probably looking after the stall for the adults at home. I saw that there were quite a few people queuing, so I bought some for everyone to try."

"Are you setting up a stall outside?" Shopkeeper Liu's expression suddenly became strange.

If these things were brought back by Wang Dongjia from other places, then what he said just now would be true.

But these things happened to be bought on their East Street, so could Mr. Wang have misunderstood what he just said?

Blaming him for not bringing anything for the store when he went out of town?

Thinking of this, Shopkeeper Liu became nervous.

Master Liang didn't think too much about it. He just untied the rope and lifted the oil paper to take a look.

"Hey, boss, you bought cooked food. We have it in our store!"

Wang Dongjia shook his head calmly: "It's different, you all try it and then express your opinions."