Siheyuan: I, an ordinary resident, the king of chefs

Just as Zhang Liang expected, the diners found the side dishes they prepared to be refreshing and appetizing.

“I didn’t expect the side dishes they served at the stalls were so delicious.”

"This radish is crispy and delicious. I just had a big plate of stir-fried pork intestines and felt a little greasy. After eating this small plate of pickled radish, I feel like I can still eat another plate of stir-fried pork intestines!"

"Who says it's not true? Their kimchi-making skills can even be sold for money!"

After eating kimchi to relieve the greasiness, some diners said to Zhang Liang: "Boss, can we have another serving of spicy blood stew and fish-flavored pork shreds for our table!"

"Me too, I'll add another portion of stir-fried pork intestines!"

Zhang Lin and Zhang Hechun were wandering back and forth among the guests, so busy that they almost lost their direction.

Zhang Hechun felt indescribably happy as he watched the money go into his pocket one by one.

He just counted the money he received, and it's already over 100.

In his entire life, has he ever had this kind of experience of collecting money?

This kind of earning life is much happier than his work in the steel factory.

At this time, Zhang Liang saw that Mr. Wang had almost finished the dishes on his table, so he quickly fried a portion of spicy blood stew and sent it over:

"Grandpa, the spicy blood stew here is the dish I gave you today. Please try it and see how it tastes."

Mr. Wang smiled, picked up his chopsticks and picked up a bowl of blood soup and started eating:

"Your spicy blood stew looks spicy and flavorful, and the chili you used is really good!"

"Hmm! This smell!!"

"The spicy blood stew that we usually eat in Cuixuanlou is cooked to a certain degree, and it feels a little overcooked when chewed, so that it can be eaten with flavor."

"Now your spicy blood curd is very different. It tastes delicious and spicy."

"Yes, yes, this cooking is so delicious!"

While enjoying the delicious food, Mr. Wang said admiringly, "If this plate of spicy blood stew is placed in Cuixuanlou, it would cost at least one or two yuan more. If you ask a famous chef to cook it, the price would definitely be more than two or three yuan."

When hearing this, Zhang Lin next to him also leaned over and said:

"Master Wang, from what you said, do you think my third brother's cooking skills are almost as good as those of a chef?"

Seeing Zhang Lin's playful expression, Mr. Wang also nodded with a smile: "That's right, your third brother's cooking skills are even better than the chef's."

"This spicy pork blood is sold at Cuixuanlou for only three yuan. My old man is happy to buy it. It's not a problem to eat it every day!"

Hearing Mr. Wang’s praise, Zhang Lin also smiled happily.

The diners who were dining nearby also heard the conversation between Mr. Wang and Zhang Lin, and asked one after another: "Mr. Wang, from what you said, we are really making a fortune dining here?"

"Mr. Wang, a dish they sell at this stall costs only 50 or 60 cents, but it would cost 2 or 3 yuan at Cuixuan Building. Are we really getting a bargain?"

When Mr. Wang heard what they said, he smiled and waved his hand:

"Don't you dare not believe it!"

"Take the Cuixuanlou restaurant next to us for example. In my opinion, the chef's cooking skills are not as good as this boss's!"

"If you don't believe me, I'll invite you to have a meal at Cuixuanlou. Try their food and compare it with the food cooked by this boss, and you'll know whether what I said is true or not!"

How could the diners let Mr. Wang invite them to eat in Cuixuanlou? They smiled and refused, saying, "Old man, are you kidding us?"

"If we really go to Cuixuanlou with you to eat, and find that the dishes cooked by their chef are not cooked enough, wouldn't that damage the reputation of Cuixuanlou?"

Seeing that Mr. Wang was getting more and more excited, and was about to start belittling Cui Xuanlou next to him, Zhang Liang hurriedly stopped him and said, "Old man, you should try this spicy blood stew."

"Blood curd is best eaten while it's hot. If it's left cold, it won't have the melt-in-the-mouth texture."

After hearing Zhang Liang's words, Mr. Wang did not say anything else, but continued to eat the spicy blood stew in front of him.

"Yeah! Delicious!"

"Each bite of this spicy blood stew is much more flavorful than the previous one!"

"The aroma of the chili pepper lingers in my mouth. It's such an indescribable pleasure!"

"This spicy blood stew has to taste like this! If it's a little tender or a little old, it will lack flavor!"

When the guests who were watching the fun heard what Mr. Wang said, they all asked in confusion, "Old man, are you the one hired by the stall owner?"

"Why do you keep praising me?"

"Is the taste of their food really as good as you say?"

Mr. Wang didn't waste time talking to them. He just picked up an empty bowl, picked up the spicy blood stew and handed it to them: "Hey! Old man, I've eaten so many delicious foods, do I need to come here to be a host?!"

"If you don't believe me, just try it yourself and you'll know."

The guests didn't hesitate either. They took the bowls handed to them by Mr. Wang and started eating: "Mmmmm!!! Delicious!!"

"Master Wang, I apologize to you. I misunderstood you!"

"It tastes just like you said. The temperature of despair is just right!"

They ate with gusto. When the bowls in front of them were all empty, they said to Zhang Liang with a look of unsatisfied appetite:

"Boss, we want some spicy blood stew too!"

"Yes, yes, I want one too!"

"I'll have one too!"

"Me too……"

The stall, which had just calmed down, became lively again after this commotion.

Zhang Liang's hands never left the iron wok, and he kept frying the dishes ordered by the guests.

After finally waiting for the guests to leave, Zhang Liang began to prepare the pre-selected dishes that the guests had ordered today.

Zhang Hechun also felt a little relieved at this time. He walked to Zhang Liang's side with a smile and said to him:

"Third brother, you will never imagine how much money we made today!"

Looking at Zhang Hechun's surprised expression, Zhang Liang also knew that he would definitely make a lot more money today than yesterday.

"How much did you make?"

Zhang Hechun gestured and said to him with a smile:

"117! We made a total of 117 dollars in this morning!"

Zhang Lin also came over at this time, and she said to Zhang Liang:

"We went to the market to buy ingredients today and spent more than 30 yuan. Even if we deduct all these costs, we still made more than 80 yuan today!!"

"Third brother, we will have to welcome a few more customers later. We will definitely make more than 100 yuan today!!"

When Zhang Hechun heard Zhang Lin's words, he couldn't help but sigh and said:

"I knew yesterday that you could make money by setting up stalls. Today I came to experience it myself, and I still couldn't help but be shocked."