Almighty substitute teacher

Chapter 61

"Boss, don't you know what's going on? You let a woman from the family get involved!

It’s all right now, if they don’t make it for you, what do you say when your relatives and friends come tomorrow?Did you do it yourself? "

Before Yang Zhengdong got close, he heard the old branch secretary pointing at Yang Jianguo and scolding him, which meant that something went wrong.

"Uncle Qi, didn't I think of this? You have a lot of connections and a wide range of contacts, so you should think of a way!"

Yang Jianguo pleaded in front of the old party secretary in a low voice.

"I'll think of a way. It's good if you let me know in advance. I can still put up with my old face and beg. You are very stubborn. You rejected people for 200 yuan. What about the fire (nickname)?" Don’t you know the people here? Everyone in the ten miles and eight villages knows that they really don’t need your money, and they don’t even care about making money. How do you ask me to think of a way?”

The old branch secretary was also angry, pointing at Yang Jianguo's nose and yelling, Yang Zhengdong could probably hear what was going on when he got closer.

It seems that there is a problem with the chef who needs to be hired. He knows the "big fire" in the mouth of the old branch secretary. He is the only chef in the nearby villages who can do weddings and weddings, and he has monopolized this kind of business in this area. .

"Grandpa Seven, what happened?"

Yang Zhengdong hurried up the mountain to ask.

"What else can there be? You are a fool. For 200 yuan, the chef in charge offended him! Now that he has let go, he will definitely not accept this matter, and he will not let his colleagues Come pick it up, just waiting to see a joke! I’m so mad, girls are ignorant, you don’t know anything when you’re 50 or [-] years old?”

The old branch secretary explained a few words and then turned to scold Yang Jianguo. Yang Jianguo could only shrink his neck, with a look of regret on his face.

"What 200 yuan? What's going on?"

Although Yang Zhengdong understood the general idea, he still didn't understand what was going on.

"Boss, tell yourself!"

The old branch secretary was so angry that he lit a cigarette and remained silent.

Yang Jianguo frowned and hesitantly talked about the matter. It turned out that the old party secretary called him a few days ago and asked him to arrange the old man's "April [-]th" in advance.

Yang Jianguo also readily agreed, and then contacted the chef in the next door village, "Da Huo Shao". The two parties negotiated the price, and they would give him [-] for one thing.

If we talk about it, it will be fine, and they will count as the next order, and it will be over when the time comes to prepare, but I didn't expect something to go wrong today.

Normally, the chef would come over today, instructing people to set the fire and cook the stove, and let people prepare the dishes according to the finalized menu.

They did come, and the conversation went well at the beginning. When it was time to pay, Yang Zhengdong's shrew, Liu Shuqin, made a move, and directly deducted 200 yuan, and gave it [-].

It's not easy to talk about it, it's shit to evaluate other people's cooking skills, and it doesn't cost eight hundred to hire a chef from the county.

You must know that a cook who can take charge of red and white affairs is also a decent person in the village, and he is respected no matter where he goes, at least he is a master that everyone can use.

The most troublesome thing is that there are rules in the industry of cooks. Basically, one chef monopolizes a place, and other cooks generally will not cross the border to take jobs.

This "big fire" was scolded a lot, so naturally he couldn't bear this kind of anger, so he put down his picks immediately, and let the old Yang family figure out a way to deal with it.

The old party secretary found out and rushed over, but he had already left, so he chased him for a long time but failed to catch up.

Even if he catches up, it's impossible for him to accept this matter after being so angry.

It's fine if it's just that, the key is that no one dares to answer if he doesn't answer.

There are quite a few people in Mengxi Village, and some of them know how to cook home-cooked dishes.

But in terms of being able to cook more than a dozen tables of dishes, that's not the kind of material, and Yang Jianguo was caught blind all of a sudden.

What Liu Shuqin said about hiring a chef from the county town was all bragging.

Not to mention that he couldn't invite him, and if he could, he wouldn't want to go to the village to make this kind of noodles. He couldn't make much money after working so hard, and maybe he would have to be beaten up if he broke the rules. It wasn't worth it. !
"Can we still talk about adding more money?"

Yang Zhengdong also frowned. He knew something about the village, but he couldn't do anything else.

Otherwise, every time someone has something to do, the old branch secretary, or an old man with several surnames in the village will come forward to be the deacon, and they know the way of it.

"It's nothing serious, this time I just annoyed him! Don't talk about it, even if Mengxi Village has something to do in the future, it may not be easy to talk to him again."

The old branch secretary sighed, and then continued: "Boss! Boss! You said that 200 yuan can make you go crazy like this? Let me see what you do about this matter!"

The old branch secretary was really angry this time, and turned around and scolded Yang Jianguo again. Yang Jianguo also had a frowning face, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Grandpa Seven, if there is really no other way, I'll be the chef! Something has happened, and it's useless to complain. Anyway, it's our family's business. I'll do it myself, and I can't let others see our jokes. no?"

Yang Zhengdong originally thought of inviting the cook from the Red House to come over, but after thinking about it, he had to cook at noon, and it was too late, so he decided to do it himself.

"Zhengdong, you...can you be a chef?"

The old branch secretary asked suspiciously. He knew that Yang Zhengdong's cooking was delicious, but being able to cook was not the same as being a chef.

Yang Jianguo next to him was also stunned, and immediately wanted to scold him, but thinking that he couldn't hire a chef, he languished again.

"It shouldn't be a problem, just find a few people to help me, but I don't know if it's in compliance with the rules?"

Yang Zhengdong asked hesitantly.

"What's the point of talking about rules and regulations at this time! Just talk about rules, and relatives and friends can't even eat when they come. The face of our Mengxi Village will be thrown to the entire Linchuan County, but are you really good at it?"

The old branch secretary waved his hands nonchalantly when he heard Yang Zhengdong's words.

"It works!"

"That's good, Zhengdong, your chef, Wang Dong, Wang Hao, Gensheng, and your fifth uncle are all at your command, and this matter must be taken care of."

The old branch secretary happily agreed, and then gave Yang Jianguo a hard look and made arrangements: "As for the rest, don't worry about it, you are just one of Qingyun's grandsons, and if you don't come out, you have an older son, an older grandson, and the rest Yang Jianguo and you guys will take care of the matter of going to the grave to fulfill your filial piety!"

"Okay, Uncle Seven, what are you talking about?"

Yang Jianguo agreed with a wry smile.

The old party secretary arranged it himself, and within a short while he transferred more than a dozen young people to Yang Zhengdong, all of whom had participated in the work of adding firewood to the fire, carrying pots and washing vegetables, and they were considered familiar.

After a while, Uncle Wu, who was shopping for vegetables, also arrived. He brought half a piece of pork, chicken, duck, fish knuckle and so on. Yang Zhengdong arranged for people to pick vegetables at the school.

Anyway, there are so many, if you pick them today, they will grow back tomorrow, except for the ones you really don’t have, you can use your own for the rest.

The noon meal is boiled vegetables in a big pot, mainly for the neighbors in the village who came to help with work.

There are not a few people who come to help. Yang Qingyun is a teacher, and Yang Zhengdong is also a teacher. Looking at the two of them, basically every household must have someone come over, right?

Yang Zhengdong prepared the dishes himself, and a piece of pork was untied after a few knives, and then the knife flashed, and the meat was divided into meat cubes suitable for cooking, and the eyes of the people watching were straightened.

Then no matter what kind of dish, Yang Zhengdong cut it quickly, so smooth that the people who came to help couldn't close their mouths.

Although these people don't know how to cook, there are many people in the village who have something to do and have helped cook in the kitchen. They still have some knowledge, but I have never seen a chef who can practice knife skills so well.

Even the chef who puts his picks on the fire doesn't have this kind of skill. Is it true that educated people are good at everything?Everyone couldn't help thinking about it.

At this time, countless people made up their minds that they must discipline their sons and grandchildren after returning home, and they must let them go to school well.

At that time, even if you can't go to college, you can practice this skill and you will never starve to death.

Of course, Yang Zhengdong didn't know these thoughts, if he knew, he might have a stomachache from laughing, going to school and cooking are not the same thing at all, okay?
But the people in the village think so simple. Although Mr. Yang is not a college student, he knows a lot. This is a learned person. A learned person can do everything well. Isn't this a matter of course!
Yang Zhengdong used a cleaned flat-headed shovel as a tool, and put down a pot of meat. The onion, ginger, and garlic were sautéed, and the sliced ​​meat bounced back and forth between the shovels.

In fact, it is not complicated to make this kind of dish in the countryside. The complicated thing is how to cook so many people's meals in one pot.

So it's really not easy to be a chef in the village, at least many restaurant chefs can't do this kind of thing.

If Yang Zhengdong hadn't improved his physique twice in a row, he would be able to carry at least two or three hundred catties in his hands now, and he might not even be able to make a pot of food.

After putting the dishes in order, he closed the lid and closed it. He looked around, and all the people around him opened their mouths full of surprise. It was obvious that after seeing this skill, they were overwhelmed by Yang Zhengdong's extraordinary ability. a step.

I don't want to mention the mouthful of the big pot meal at noon. Anyway, many people came over with bowls, trying to get close to Yang Zhengdong and get some "talent" by the way.

In the afternoon, I started to process all kinds of ingredients, especially chicken, duck and fish knuckles. There are [-] main dishes and eight bowls for a table, which is the rule in Mengxi Village.

Among the thirteen main courses, there are four cold dishes and four hot dishes, followed by chicken, pork knuckle, sausage, seafood or river delicacies, and the finale is fish, which is usually made into braised fish that is often used on rice noodles.

The eight bowls are stews, four meat and four vegetarian.The meat dishes are buckwheat, crispy pork, buckle elbow, square meat or braised pork, and the vegetarian dishes are belts, tofu, meatballs, and potatoes.

Weddings and funerals are basically the same table, with more than a dozen tables, and as few as six or seven tables, or five or six tables. It doesn't sound like a lot, but it is really not that easy to do.

Cold dishes are better to say, they are lotus root slices in ginger juice, peanut cucumber, preserved eggs, etc. Many of them are ready-made and processed.

But hot dishes need a large pot to be fried on the table, let alone hard dishes, such as more than ten elbows, which need to be stewed in a large pot, and the same is true for whole chickens. In this era, basically no one buys anything.” Dezhou Eight Chicken" or "Knife Edge Roast Chicken".

During the whole afternoon, Yang Zhengdong was cleaning the ingredients. For example, the elbows had to be roasted over fire to get rid of the remaining pig hairs.

Before braised fish, it needs to be wrapped in noodles and deep-fried in oil. It is even more difficult to make shrimps, which are both shrimp strings and legs. Chicken also needs to be chopped into chicken pieces and blanched in water.

It can be said that for a banquet, even the preparation of tables and chairs, pots and pans, and processing of ingredients, dozens of people were used to toss lively until night.

Dinner is still boiled in a big pot, which is a rural characteristic. It is oily and meaty, and oil will flow from the corner of the mouth after one bite.It is the favorite of the villagers when paired with steamed buns, and it tastes better than big fish and meat.

Yang Zhengdong also sat with Wang Dong and Wang Hao, chatting about ban mian and feed while eating.

Wang Dong came here on purpose. Since the opening of the Pan Mian shop, his 100-square-meter shop has been full every day. The same goes for adding tables outside. This time he came back and wanted to bring two more people to help.

Wang Hao is still at the beginning, but the effect of the feed has begun to show. The piglet has grown rapidly, and it has weighed forty to fifty catties in just two weeks.

"Secretary, Zhengdong's aunt is back!"

While eating, a person ran over and yelled, and the whole yard became silent immediately, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

Yang Zhengdong is confused, aunt?Whose aunt?Since when did he have an aunt?
(End of this chapter)