So cool!I become the richest man in the dynasty by food

Chapter 137

Outside the kitchen, two people who eavesdropped on the door sneaked away.

It is the Wang family father and son!

They tiptoed, quietly ran back to the house, and closed the door.

Little did they know that there was a pair of eyes shining inside the door.

Steal?

Think beautiful!
An Yi gave her daughter a look, and then began to ping-pong-pong.

The sound of kitchen knives chopping things, the sound of burning matches in the kitchen...

the other side.

Master Wang ran back to the house, closed the door and gasped for breath.

"Dead cook! I will give you three points of color, and you will open a dyeing workshop for me."

"Father, this cook is too arrogant, why should we put up with it? You are the boss of Anjiulou, an official, it's too cheap to be humble to a cook."

Old Wang raised his hand and slapped it: "Shut up! Didn't your second uncle say something that is stupid? This An Niang is very good at cooking, and she is very famous in the world of cooks. There is nothing she can't cook.

As long as we let her make preserved fruit, we can sell it by ourselves at that time. What do you think of her asshole?You can buy her to play with. "

When Xiao Wang heard this, his face was very excited: "Father, you must keep your word, otherwise I will be... Anyway, this one calls me Xiaoba, I must kill her!"

"Stinky boy! What's wrong with calling you Xiao Wang? He may call me Lao Wang. But what's the matter? People just like to use the word "ba" when they speak modestly. Why are you angry?"

"Father, why do I feel that you and I understand the meaning differently?"

"What's the difference?"

"She, she called us bastards, why are you so happy?"

"What bastard? They're calling me Xiao Wang's father, right?"

"what?"

"But I didn't call it that way. She didn't think it sounded good, and then asked cautiously if she could call it Old Wang. If not, she called it."

"So, it's Xiao Wang, right? Not Xiao Wang Ba?"

"No matter how you are, you are a cook who came out of the Hou's mansion. How could you say such vulgar words? What they say is to ask. And tell me, did she say she was Xiao Wang?" ?”

"Well, almost."

"That's it, people who come out of a big official's house, they speak politely, and don't think about bastards, bastards all day long, one day you will be a little bastard."

"Father! How can anyone say that about their son?"

"Okay, let's wait for the preserved fruit."

"...Father, you were talking about preserved fruit just now."

"...Okay, don't be suspicious, go and see how they are doing."

"it is good."

Xiao Wang ran to the kitchen and shouted with a smile: "Ms. An, Brother Yi, how is your cooking going?"

An Yi pushed it away: "Okay."

"So fast?"

Xiao Wang was overjoyed, and snatched away the plate, "Father! Chef An has made candied fruit! Golden prickly pear preserved fruit, dad, come and taste it."

"I'm coming."

Lao Wang came very fast.

The father and son grabbed the preserved fruit and ate it, puffing, puffing, the two of them took a few mouthfuls to see the bottom of the big plate.

"Ms. An, my mother likes to eat this and this candied fruit, can you teach me?"

Old Wang said shamelessly.

An Yi resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and shook her head: "Sorry, I just figured it out, and I haven't sorted it out yet. I'll make a decision after I get home."

"Alright."

Lao Wang lowered his head in disappointment, and said in frustration, "Oh, I was just joking, don't take it seriously."

"Of course I mean this joke, but I also know that this is your chef's cooking secret. How could you tell me?"

"Even if I really want to give it to my mother, I'm really sorry to make you laugh. In fact, I'm just exaggerating. There are only four walls in my house. I can only afford this meal."

"Oh... If only I could make it myself, my mother can eat it every day."

An Yi couldn't bear the hypocrisy, and couldn't help interrupting: "Well, Lao Wang, you mean that you are satisfied with the preserved fruit this time?"

"Of course I'm satisfied, that's why I said it would be great if I can do it myself." Old Wang said.

"Hahaha, as long as you are satisfied. This month, I will come to make it for you every day."

"……it is good."

Stupid woman who can't understand human language.

Lao Wang sent An Yi away, and his face turned cold instantly.

Xiao Wang ran over from behind, "Father, if this woman doesn't sell, we will steal her."

"Good idea! Tomorrow you hide, show me what she does, learn how to reward you."

"Thank you dad, my son will definitely learn."

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Here, the three of An Yi went back and passed by Fan's house, and were invited in by Grandma Fan.

"Ms. An, it's great to have you here." Grandma Fan said, "Our family has been undecided recently, and we've struggled for a long time, but... Ah Jun said that you agree with them selling prickly pears to Lao Wang's family, so the candied fruit shop has nothing to do with it. ?"

"Don't worry, ma'am, I've already told Ah Jun that if we want to stand out, we must let our peers set off."

"That's good, that's good, I'm afraid this kid will lie to me."

"Hahaha, no, how dare Ah Jun lie to you, if he does, his ass will bloom?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

An Yi is close to people, and Grandma Fan is overjoyed.

Looking at the young man beside him, he smiled and said, "An Niang, why did you bring this young man here today? This is the first time I've seen you."

"Hahaha, Madam, take a closer look, is this the first time you see this guy?"

Attracting the attention of the elders, Yuxi hurriedly called for someone, but dared not say anything else.

"Hey, this voice is so familiar." Grandma Fan leaned closer to Yuyan, squinting her old eyes: "This guy is so feminine, boy, exercise, it looks too empty."

"...Yes, Grandma Fan."

"My boy, remember, a man must be manly."

"……Yes."

Yu Yan wants to cry but has no tears.

The next day, he didn't dare to go out with An Yi, for fear that the men's clothes would be seen by Grandma Fan.

An Yi went to Lao Wang's house as usual, and made preserved fruit as usual until the third day.

"Don't go!"

After finishing the preserved fruit on the third day, An Yi and Jie Xiang were about to leave, but Lao Wang, Xiao Wang, and neighbors stopped them.

"How do you make preserved prickly pears? Tell me, otherwise no one will leave today."

Many people can make preserved fruit, but the sweet and sour taste of prickly pear can't be made.

Jie Xiang immediately stood in front of An Yi: "You won't let us go if you say you won't let us go, why?"

She said to the neighbors next to her: And you!
An ungrateful thing!
Our An Niang is the special chef of Shanzhenlou, and you are against Shanzhenlou!
Very good!Don't let us go today, let's go!I also tell you that no one wants to sell things to Shanzhenlou.Including wild vegetables, mushrooms, and prickly pears, none of them are accepted. "

People always shrink back in the face of interests.

There are quite a few people here who sell things to Shanzhenlou, and they know that An Yi is the special cook of Shanzhenlou, so they back away unconsciously when they heard this.

"No, no, prickly pears are prickly pears, wild mushrooms are wild mushrooms!"

"Brother Jie, you have to be honest, don't confuse things that are not the same thing."

(End of this chapter)