It’s not easy to be an interstellar chef

"Showdown?" Yang Qingjun sneered, "My mother said it's okay not to get married. I'll get out and Chu Bing will be her goddaughter."

Although this was obviously an angry statement, it was also obvious that Chu Bing was good at manipulating people's hearts.

A naive 250 like Yang Qingjun is naturally no match for someone like Chu Bing who has worked so hard to climb up.

"I think if you want to get rid of Chu Bing, you can't go on like this," Yue Ming said seriously, "Your parents can control you like this, but they still treat you as an ignorant brat. You need to find someone who can Do things that prove you’ve grown up.”

This is Yue Ming's life experience. When he was in the company before, even Qin Xin and other employees respectfully called him "Second Young Master", but Yue Ming knew that they didn't have much respect for him, but now every time Qin Xin says "Second Young Master" "Little", all with respect for him.

Although this is just a feeling, the feeling of the person involved is very obvious. Invisibly, Yue Ming's back straightened in the company.

Yang Qingjun understood, but he didn't understand either: "So I said let me grow potatoes. Doesn't this just give me something to do?"

Yue Ming, who had already started his own business, puffed out his chest: "Do you know how to grow potatoes, what kind of land they need to be planted on, when to plant them, when to harvest them, what are the common problems with potatoes, and the most important thing is, Does your dad allow you to do this? How do you convince your dad?"

Whether it should be said or not, Yue Ming could see that Yang Qingjun was unreliable. They did different things, but in the end, they still left traces between the two friends who had been working together.

According to Yue Ming's previous style, Yang Qingjun wanted to plant potatoes. Yue Ming waved his hand: OK, and then gave Yang Qingjun all the seeds. He didn't care what the results were. After all, brotherhood is the most important thing.

Now Yue Ming has learned to think about problems comprehensively.

Yang Qingjun never thought about any of these questions, and then he became angry: "Why don't I just ask you to do me a favor? Are you saying so much that you don't want to help?"

Here it comes, here it comes, the essential skill for a dandy: rolling around.

At this time, Yue Ming couldn't listen to anything Yang Qingjun said. He just stubbornly believed that Yue Ming didn't want to help him, or it was a subconscious escape. As long as he blamed Yue Ming for the mistake, he was not at fault.

But at this moment, Su Chaoqi stood up: "The assessment over there should be almost done. Do you want to come together?"

Food can make people feel better... although she is not sure whether what they will eat soon will be delicious food or dark cuisine.

Yue Ming stood up immediately: "I'll go too."

He doesn't want to talk to Yang Qingjun now.

Qin Xin naturally wanted to go there, but Yang Qingjun was angry and didn't want to go.

Of course, no one cares about him.

After leaving this door, Yue Ming sighed: "I really want to help him."

Dandies may not understand business management, but they understand loyalty. Yue Ming tried his best to express this loyalty, but Yang Qingjun did not accept it.

Su Chaoqi's gaze moved around Qin Xin's face calmly.

Sure enough, there was a satisfied smile on the corner of Qin Xin's mouth.

For Qin Xin, it is certainly a good thing that the second young master can cut off ties with those idle dudes. After all, his second young master is now a capable person unlike them.

It was impossible to expect Qin Xin to help Yue Ming, so Su Chaoqi could only say: "You can help him write an outline of the plan."

Yue Ming still knew what a plan was, but he had never written it. Faced with the task that Su Chaoqi suddenly dropped, he was dumbfounded.

He shouted: "How to do this... No, why should I do this?"

"Aren't you going to help him?" Su Chaoqi said. "The two problems he faces now are that he doesn't know how to plant at all, and the second is that he has no support from his family. A plan includes a planting plan, and Regarding the income after planting, it can be said that after writing this plan, both problems can be solved.”

Needless to say about the first question, Su Chaoqi was also very confident about the second question.

Potatoes are different from soybeans. Soybean oil and soy sauce made from secondary processing of soybeans are kitchen sauces that only chefs can use. In this interstellar world where chefs are rare, the market is actually not broad. Even now, sales are slowly increasing. , after all, Su Chaoqi also made a lot of efforts, at least the canteen of the Han family's planting base consumes a lot every day.

But potatoes are different. Potato chips can be eaten by anyone. She believes that potato chips will be very popular once they are released. As for how to prove this, Su Chaoqi can provide the annual report of Blue Star Era Potato Chip Factory. Although Interstellar and Blue Star The currency and purchase volume are different, but entrepreneurs can definitely convert them.

Yang Qingjun's father must be able to realize how big the potential market for potato chips is.

The premise is that this plan can be written.

"Based on what I know about Mr. Yang," Yue Ming said awkwardly, "he may not be able to write this plan."

He said it tactfully, it was 100% possible.

How did Yue Ming learn in the first place? He was personally supervised by his biological father. The father and son studied together. Whenever he was distracted for a moment, he would be greeted by Dabi Dou who was full of fatherly love.

He didn't work so hard when he was in school.

But this kind of effort is effective, and the results have been shown. However, the process is indeed painful, and Yue Ming is very sure that Yang Qingjun will not be able to persist.

Why choose to endure hardship when you can lie down comfortably? "It doesn't matter." How could Su Chaoqi not see Yang Qingjun's useless nature? She smiled meaningfully, "You tell him that you can let Chu Bing help him."

Qin Xin raised her eyebrows and looked at Su Chaoqi in surprise.

Yue Ming stopped being stupid a long time ago and frowned when he heard this: "What do you mean? If you do this, won't Mr. Yang be even more unable to get rid of Chu Bing?"

"If he doesn't do it, someone has to do it." Su Chaoqi sighed helplessly, "Can he find someone to help him?"

That is definitely not possible, because it was his biological father who did it himself, and there was no public use for it at all.

Thinking about it this way, Young Master Yang only has one Chu Bing to use.

Yue Ming walked a few steps and finally figured out Su Chaoqi's intention: "Are you helping Chu Bing? Why?"

"Because Chu Bing is more pleasing to our eyes than Mr. Yang." Su Chao Liu sneered and spoke.

Chu Bing is full of ambition, brains, courage, and means. Unfortunately, her goals are a bit crooked, but she probably has no better choice. In this case, so what if they give her a chance.

"But I want to help Mr. Yang."

"The only one who can help him is himself," Su Chaoliu shrugged, "Make the stakes clear to him. Everyone must be responsible for their own choices."

Yue Ming had vaguely foreseen Yang Qingjun's future, and he mourned for his old friend.

"But I remember that you didn't get along well with Chu Bing last time," Yue Ming asked doubtfully, "Why are you still willing to help her?"

This is really ridiculous to ask.

"We are not friends with her," Su Chaoliu said. "We are just choosing partners. As long as she is not stupid, she will naturally apologize for her original behavior."

Both sisters looked like they were strategizing, and they were sure that Chu Bing would not refuse this gift.

But Yue Ming asked in a confused way: "Then she happens to be so stupid, what should I do?"

"You'd better pray that she's not like this," Su Chaoqi said calmly, "otherwise, Young Master Yang may have to live the same life as he does now."

Chu Bing's interests are tied to Yang Qingjun's. Whatever Chu Bing can really do, Yang Qingjun can take advantage of it even if he doesn't do anything.

Yue Ming stopped and accepted the task with a sigh.

Qin Xin secretly gave Su Chaoqi a thumbs up. It seemed that the next project could be handed over to Yue Ming instead of her as a ghostwriter. Moreover, Su Chaoqi also helped Chu Bing and replaced him with a more reliable one. People, no matter how you look at it, kill two birds with one stone.

Therefore, she didn't mind helping out: "Second Young Master, show me the outline after you finish writing it, and I'll make some modifications for you."

They had just been talking in the corridor, but now that they had finished speaking, they finally opened the classroom door and walked in, ready to check the learning results of these people.

As soon as I entered the classroom, a burning smell hit my face.

"Hiss—" Yue Ming immediately covered his nose and backed out, "Is everyone confused by the speculation? Can it be sold after such speculation?"

"It's normal to do poorly the first time." Su Chaoqi didn't force him to come in. Yue Ming could just stand at the door and watch. "You may not be able to do better than them, so why complain."

"That's different," Yue Ming said matter-of-factly, "My job is not to sell fried rice."

"Just practice more and you'll be fine." After Su Chaoqi said that, he walked up to the first person.

The rice fried by the first person was actually not mushy, but the portion was very small, only about the size of a fist, and the rice was still loose. People with big mouths would probably finish it in two bites.

Su Chaoqi picked out some with chopsticks, put it in his mouth and tasted it.

It seems that this person is a very timid person. Not only did he take little rice, but he also put little seasoning, leaving only a faint salty taste.

Su Chaoqi glanced at the big iron pot assigned to them and smiled: "If you fry it bit by bit like this, you won't be able to fry much at one time. The customers are probably queuing up and waiting impatiently."

The man's face turned red: "I'm afraid I'll take too much and I won't be able to handle it."

"Just practice," Su Chaoqi put the chopsticks back and wrote "pass" on him, "Have you tried it yourself? What do you think it tastes like?"

The man hesitated and said: "I think it's good? Don't you think it's delicious?"

"As long as you think it's good," Su Chaoqi didn't force him. Although the taste is bland, some people might like such a bland taste. "But you can try more and try different salty and bland flavors to see what you like better." Which."

Sometimes I feel that the current one is pretty good, just because I haven’t tried anything else yet. When I try something else, there will be comparison.

After Su Chaoqi finished speaking, he walked to the next person.