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

Zhang Lin glanced at Zhang Hechun, stuck out his tongue at him and said:

"That's right, Third Brother won't lie to us. If he says he can help us make money, then we can make money!"

"Brother, look, my second sister alone made more than 70 yuan today!"

Zhang Hechun now admired Zhang Liang very much and said in agreement:

"Yes, the third brother is really capable now. We can make so much money thanks to him!"

After the three of them neatly packed up the braised meat stall, Zhang Hechun said to Zhang Man:

"The third brother should be too busy at the stall by himself now, and you have sold out your braised meat, so let's go to his stall and help him out!"

Zhang Man nodded affirmatively.

Zhang Lin clapped his hands and said:

"Okay, if Third Brother saw Second Sister coming to the stall to help so quickly, he would definitely be shocked!"

The three of them smiled and pushed the cart towards the next street.

And at this time in Cuixuan Tower.

The shopkeeper was still counting the bills at the counter. The chef came out and saw him like this and said anxiously:

"Why are you still here settling accounts? Have you forgotten what you were supposed to do today?"

The shopkeeper looked at her suspiciously and asked doubtfully:

"We haven't even opened yet, what do we have to do? The boss hasn't given us any instructions."

The chef rolled his eyes at him and said unhappily:

"You forgot yesterday that our Cuixuan Restaurant was in trouble with the diners."

"Have you found the young man who was selling stir-fried vegetables outside? You didn't find him, but you still have the time to settle the account here. When the customers don't come, I'll see how you're going to settle the account."

After hearing what the chef said, the shopkeeper finally reacted:

"Yeah, if you hadn't reminded me, I would have forgotten about it. But I'm doing the accounts now. If the boss comes over suddenly and sees that the accounts are not done properly, he will be furious."

"How about you go outside and see who that young man is for me?"

Seeing the shopkeeper's unhurried look, the chef also got angry:

"I'm not saying anything bad about you, but even if that young man steals a lot of customers outside, I, as a chef in the kitchen, will still get paid the same."

"You are the shopkeeper here. If all the customers are snatched away by the young man selling stir-fried dishes outside, I wonder how you will explain it to the boss!"

When the chef said this, he cursed in his heart:

The situation is really critical, but you don’t even realize the danger!

The shopkeeper was a little unhappy when he heard the chef's criticism, but he also felt that the chef's words made sense:

"Okay, okay, then I'll just go outside and take a look."

"I don't know where this young man came from, but he actually stole our Cuixuanlou's business. I'm going to go and have a good meeting with him."

The chef saw the shopkeeper's dissatisfaction and continued:

"When you go find someone, be nicer. If they are willing to work at Cuixuan Building, it will attract more customers for you!"

The shopkeeper looked back at the chef:

"I know, I know!"

After saying this, the shopkeeper walked out of Cuixuan Building and headed towards the street outside.

Having just been bullied by the chef, he was feeling very unhappy. He wanted to go and see what this young man looked like, and it would be best if he could cause trouble for him!

The shopkeeper thought so, lit a cigarette, and walked out while smoking.

But he looked up and down the street several times, but couldn't find the boss who was in front of the diners' door yesterday.

I only heard him mutter:

"Three brothers and sisters set up a stall to sell stir-fried dishes."

"The chef is only 17 or 18 years old, how could that be possible? How come I didn't see anything?"

It is almost the Chinese New Year and there are already many vendors setting up stalls on the street. Looking around, the whole street is filled with stalls.

However, everyone sells braised meat or snacks, and there has never been a stall selling stir-fried dishes.

Whenever you see a stall selling stir-fried dishes on this street, you'll probably recognize it as what the diner was talking about.

The shopkeeper thought of this and walked back and forth on the street twice. Suddenly, he saw a stall that seemed to be selling fried vegetables.

But the person cooking looked more and more familiar to the shopkeeper, and he suddenly remembered:

"Isn't this Zhang Liang?!"

"He recovered so quickly? I heard that he was at home with a fever a few days ago and couldn't wake up, and now he's here selling stir-fried dishes!"

The shopkeeper looked at Zhang Liang from a distance, watching his skill in stir-frying and said:

"I really learned something in our Cuixuan Building. The way he cooks looks like a master chef."

"But..."

"With Zhang Liang's cooking skills, he still wants to attract customers on this street. Ugh!"

The shopkeeper knew what job Zhang Liang was responsible for in Cuixuanlou.

He entered Cuixianlou to learn the craft in the same year as Sha Zhu, but now Sha Zhu has started to try his hand at cooking, while he can't even get a chance to cut vegetables.

I guess he heard that there was a stir-fried food stall on their street making a lot of money, and he wanted to get a piece of the pie.

The shopkeeper didn't think that the chef the diners were talking about was Zhang Liang at all. After all, Zhang Liang didn't have any talent at all when he was a kitchen helper in Cuixuanlou.

If someone said that Zhang Liang’s dishes were better than those cooked by the chef of Cuixuanlou, the shopkeeper would never believe it!

The shopkeeper rolled his eyes at Zhang Liang and then looked elsewhere, but after looking for several times he didn't see any other stalls selling stir-fried dishes.

He said with some suspicion:

"Could it be that all the seats on this street are taken, so the chef won't come?"

When walking halfway, the shopkeeper saw a regular customer of Cuixuan Tower. He greeted him with a smile and said:

"Hey, Boss Zhang, you haven't come to our Cuixuanlou for dinner for a long time."

Boss Zhang also saw it, and he said:

"Isn't this the shopkeeper? I'll come back to eat in two days. Today I'm going to buy some food from the stir-fry stand to eat at home."

The shopkeeper followed Boss Zhang's gaze and asked with a puzzled look on his face:

"Did I hear you right? Where are you going to eat? The cooking skills of the owner of that restaurant are not very good!"

Boss Zhang frowned when he heard what the shopkeeper said:

"Shopkeeper, the cooking skills of the stall owner are really good. I heard from them that his cooking skills are almost the same as those of the state banquet master!"

The shopkeeper didn't believe what Boss Zhang said at all. He chuckled and said:

"Just him? Can he be on the same level as the state banquet master? Boss Zhang, you must be kidding me."

Boss Zhang was also unhappy when he heard what the shopkeeper said. He waved his hand and said:

"I've eaten their food, how could I not know? There's no need to lie to you. Their stall is very popular. Every time I go late, I can't even grab a seat."