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

Seeing the shopkeeper's disbelieving look, Boss Zhang was too lazy to talk nonsense with him:

"Okay, okay, if I go too late I won't be able to buy food. See you next time."

After Boss Zhang finished speaking, he hurried away.

The shopkeeper saw him walking away and said in annoyance:

"If you're poor, just say so. I called you Boss Zhang all the time, but you didn't even have time to go to Cuixuanlou, and you actually went to Zhang Liang's stall to eat."

"You're still at the level of a state banquet master? Let me see what's wrong with these people's tongues!"

When he said this, the shopkeeper spat on the ground.

He was very disdainful of Zhang Liang's cooking skills. After all, he had worked in Cuixuanlou for more than a year and couldn't even get a position to cut vegetables, so it would be strange if he could cook well.

He stood there and observed Zhang Liang's stall for a while, and saw diners gathering around it.

"Boss, can we still order food today?"

"Okay, give me one portion of braised pork trotters and one portion of fish in sour soup."

"Me too. Our boss just told me that your dishes are really delicious. I want one of these four dishes."

"Boss, I'll leave the money here. I want spicy diced chicken and braised pork trotters, plus a portion of sliced ​​fish in sour soup."

"I'll come back at noon to get it, boss. Don't forget the dishes I ordered!"

The shopkeeper frowned as he watched the guests ordering dishes one by one.

"These customers are really not picky at all. How can the dishes Zhang Liang makes be that good? They give up Cuixuanlou just to save a dollar or two and go to this shabby stall instead!"

"Bah! Poor guy!"

The shopkeeper looked at Zhang Liang's stall again, waved his hand and continued to search on the street.

"It looks like the boss won't be here today. That's good, I don't have to waste time looking for him!"

After the shopkeeper said this, he started walking towards Cuixuan Tower. On the way, he glanced at Zhang Liang's stall, but he didn't plan to go up and say hello.

After all, talking to someone like Zhang Liang is a waste of time. He might as well go back to the store and think more about how to make money.

Thinking of this, the shopkeeper walked straight into Cuixuan Building.

Seeing the shopkeeper walk into the kitchen, the chef hurriedly walked up to him and asked curiously:

"How is it? Who is that guy? Have you seen him before?"

The shopkeeper snorted coldly and said unhappily:

"Have you seen it? I didn't even see the stall selling stir-fried vegetables!"

Now it was the chef's turn to be puzzled. He asked:

"Didn't the customer say that his stall is right on our street and he comes every day? Why can't I see anyone today?"

The shopkeeper waved his hand:

"If you ask me, who should I ask? I walked up and down this street two or three times and didn't see a single person!"

"I guess he found a new place to go and won't come here anymore."

Hearing the shopkeeper's answer, the chef nodded thoughtfully and said:

"It's better if he doesn't come. This way, guests can come to our Cuixuan Restaurant to eat, and he won't steal our business."

The shopkeeper heard the chef's words and said, keeping the secret:

"Although I didn't find the owner of the stir-fry shop when I went to the street today, I did find out something interesting. Do you want to hear it?"

The chef looked at him and continued:

"Then the street outside is just full of stalls selling snacks, what's so interesting about it?"

The shopkeeper smiled and shook his head:

"Guess what, I'm definitely interested."

The chef heard what he said and rolled his eyes at him:

"I have a lot of things to do in the kitchen. If you're talking nonsense, I won't listen. Let's go about our own business."

Seeing that the chef had lost interest, the shopkeeper quickly reached out and grabbed him:

"Hey! I told you!"

"Although I didn't see the boss that the customer mentioned today, I found a stall selling stir-fried dishes, and you know the person who cooked the dishes."

The chef also became curious and asked:

"I know him? Who is he?"

The shopkeeper smiled and said word by word:

"He is Zhang Liang, the kitchen helper in Cuixuan Building."

"What?! Zhang Liang!"

"Didn't he say he had a fever and was unconscious at home? Why did he suddenly come to this street to sell stir-fried vegetables?"

Seeing the chef's surprised look, the shopkeeper nodded in satisfaction and continued:

"Not only that, he also learned from the restaurant and started taking orders for dishes at his stall!"

"You can't imagine how good a dish he can cook with his mediocre cooking skills. I don't know what has gotten into those customers to support his business!"

"He must have heard that the young man who set up a stall selling stir-fried vegetables a few days ago made a lot of money on this street, so he wanted to come over and get a piece of the pie!"

"Bah, if everyone wants to steal our Cuixuanlou's business, then we might as well stop running it."

After hearing what the shopkeeper said, the chef asked with some doubt:

"I remember that he didn't know how to cook when he was learning cooking in the restaurant. Why do you say that there are so many people buying vegetables from his stall?"

The shopkeeper crossed his hands and said:

"I guess he secretly practiced at home for two days and thought he had improved, so he wanted to start a business."

"Those customers have good taste for a reason. After eating such awful dishes cooked by him today, I don't believe they will patronize his business tomorrow!"

The chef saw the shopkeeper's disgusted expression and sighed:

"He doesn't have a job right now, so it's understandable that he's in a hurry to set up a stall to make some money. There's no need for you to say that to him."

"If you ask me, this is really unfair of you. You fired the person right away when he had a fever and was sick."

"A 17 or 18-year-old boy has lost his job in the kitchen. How do you expect him to make a living?"

The shopkeeper didn't care. He rolled his eyes and said:

"I don't care how he lives. What does it have to do with me whether he can make money or not?"

"I am the owner of this Cuixuan Restaurant. Since he can't come to work in the restaurant, do I have to be merciful and let him stay?"

"We are running a restaurant, not doing charity. If you can't make money, pack up and leave! Don't take up space here!"

Seeing the indifferent look on the shopkeeper's face, the chef was helpless:

"you really……"

The shopkeeper saw the chef was speechless and said to him:

"Don't accuse me of being cruel. As the shopkeeper, I must be thinking about the development of the restaurant. If the restaurant's profits are low, the boss will make fun of me!"

The chef naturally understood what the shopkeeper meant. He thought about it and asked worriedly:

"You saw people selling stir-fried vegetables on this street today. You didn't go to their stalls to cause trouble, did you?"

Hearing the chef's words, the shopkeeper smiled.