Traveling through the money-making life of a small peasant girl

Chapter 1180 I want Rou'er to be a cook (six more)
"Little lady, I called you here today, mainly because I want you to come to my house as a cook."

In the garden, Mrs. Zhang pulled Chen Rou aside, and spoke softly to Chen Rou.

"Cook maid?"

"Yes, you have met my son, right? He is very picky. Let alone the cook at home, he never even touches the food I cook. I let him go out and go to various shops. To eat, give him a money bag every day, and if he finds that the food is delicious, he will give the money bag to others, but the money bag is from new to old, and it is useless for him to spend a tael of silver. Losing weight every day..."

Having said this, Mrs. Zhang took out her handkerchief and wiped away her nonexistent tears.

Chen Rou listened in a daze, Zhang Erhu was comparable to the weight of a slaughtered pig, so that is called getting thinner?So what are these normal people called?Is it a firewood stick?
"I'm not forcing you to be my cook. I know you also have business here. Don't dare to refuse me just because my son is the official servant. Don't worry, I'm also the one who asks for advice."

Mrs. Zhang said a lot, and Chen Rou found it more and more interesting. This person said that he would not use power to suppress him, but he was talking about some servant or shop. Isn't this obviously an irony?

"Mrs. Zhang, I'm really not a cook. My shop is just for fun. On the day my son went there, our parents and workers left. I saw him standing in my shop and urging me to cook. There was nothing I could do about it." Only then did I cook and eat.

Those dishes are not made by a chef, but an ordinary farm recipe, which is actually very simple, and the young master likes it, but I took advantage of the freshness. "

Chen Rou's words were neither humble nor overbearing, and she meant that she couldn't be a cook, and the food she cooked couldn't meet the standards of a cook.

"You really don't want to be a cook for my family?" Mrs. Zhang suddenly softened her body. She is not a strong person, just like coaxing someone to cook for her son. Pity his son, who can't stay in the capital. good.

"Madam Zhang, I don't know if I should ask a question or not?" Chen Rou didn't want to talk about the subject of the cook, so she changed the subject.

"What? You can say whatever you want, I don't blame you." As long as you serve as a cook for my family, Mrs. Zhang added from the bottom of her heart.

"Master Ling is so picky about food, what do you eat on weekdays?"

According to Mrs. Zhang, she is one of the few who can make Zhang Erhu spend money, but he will do something bad when he encounters bad food.

"This..." Mrs. Zhang looked embarrassed.

When her son encounters a bad shop, he will eat up the shop first, and then beat him up. If the shop is overturned, why would he be hungry? She just casually said that her son is hungry every day, I want the person in front of me to be my cook.

"Shouldn't you eat first and then open the shop?" Chen Rou's head was full of black lines.

"Our family has lost money, but they don't want it." Mrs. Zhang hurriedly snatched the blame. After she finished speaking, she realized what she had said. "Hehe, don't think too much, little lady, I'm just kidding..."

This time it was Chen Rou's turn to be embarrassed, she dared to say that all her money was earned from a knife.

Should she say she was lucky?

No wonder others are afraid of Zhang Erhu as much as they are afraid of anything.

"By the way, little lady... what's your boudoir's name? You always call me that, but I'm still not used to it."

The Zhang residence is different from other residences. Mr. Zhang only has one wife, and the population is relatively simple, with only two sons. In addition, Mrs. Zhang has a more casual temperament, so she treats everyone kindly on weekdays.

"Chen Rou, Chen named Chen, soft Rou!"

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　　I’ve been on the sixth shift recently, and I’m really busy. I’ll take the train tomorrow night and go home the day after tomorrow. After returning home, I can probably resume the eighth shift to the twelve shift╭(╯ε╰)╮

　　
　
(End of this chapter)