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

Chapter 1182 Hiccup

Shen Zhuo was holding a kitchen knife, and the kitchen knife was spinning in his hand, and in a short while all the vegetables in front of him were cut.

Just at this time, the fire in the stove was lit. Putting oil, frying vegetables, and collecting bowls, the five dishes were ready in Shen Zhuo's hands in a short while.

Twenty bowls of noodles, five meat and vegetable dishes, the only sound left in the kitchen was the sound of Zhang Erhu snorting and eating noodles. Like a wolf who had been hungry for years, he opened his bloody mouth and hurriedly poured out all the noodles. I ate everything.

Then he burped comfortably, with a little bit of stale air mixed in the belch.

"Father, it's delicious! Thank you..."

Just like when Chen Rou spoke, Zhang Erhu spoke in paragraphs, but Master Zhang understood.

"Okay, Dad will thank him well, you go to rest first, rest, and leave the rest to me and your mother." It was the first time that Mr. Zhang heard his son thank him, and tears filled his eyes.

"That's right, son, you go to rest, your father and I will thank Chef Shen well."

Zhang Erhu left the kitchen shyly, leaving behind the tearful Zhang family couple and several servants standing there.

"You all go down." With a wave of Master Zhang's hand, apart from the elders, only Chen Rou and Shen Zhuo were left in the kitchen.

"I can't tell, my nephew is good at cooking, you are the chef!" Mr. Zhang said politely as always.

"My son's father, let's invite him...to be our chef." Mrs. Zhang tugged on Mr. Zhang's loose sleeves as soon as she heard what Mr. Zhang said, hoping that Mr. Zhang would persuade Shen Zhuo, after all, he Stay in business for a long time.

Mr. Zhang also thought about it, but he had to agree to it. Hiring someone to be a cook at home was different from going to a restaurant for dinner.

"Nephew, do you see this?"

"Old man, to tell you the truth, I am indeed a cook, and I cook at Dingshi in the town, but I really don't have time for your cook. I have dozens of acres of land in the countryside that I need to take care of. Take care of your own shop."

"Okay!" Mr. Zhang sighed, it seems that he still can't find anything to cook for his son.

In order not to disappoint Mr. Zhang too much, Shen Zhuo thought for a while before speaking. "Dingshi and food is the sky, both should be in line with Young Master Zhang's taste."

"But you must not smash these two restaurants." Chen Rou hurriedly added.

Are you kidding me, she can get dividends from Food For Heaven, and she will be heartbroken if it is smashed.

"Haha..." Mr. Zhang couldn't stop laughing, "Okay, okay, I'll tell my son."

It was rare that Mr. Zhang was in such a good mood. In order not to lag behind, Mrs. Zhang hurriedly said to Chen Juu. "Girl Rou, you go to my room. A few bolts of good cloth came recently. You take them all back to make clothes for your family. When you have time, you will bring Azhuo to sit at home. Occasionally, you will make food for my two tigers." What, what he charges at Ding Shi is what he charges at Ding Shi, and we charge as much as he does here, so don't be polite."

"Mrs. Zhang, no need. The family bought a lot of cloth last time, but they haven't made clothes yet."

Chen Rou hastily waved her hand, she understands the truth that she is soft with the hands of others and soft with the mouth of eaters.

"Silly girl, if you don't go, my wife will be unhappy. If I am unhappy, I will fall ill. Once I fall ill, my old man will be affected..."

Mr. Zhang said a lot, and Chen Rou's head was getting bigger. In the end, he had no choice but to agree.

A few bolts of cloth, she will suffer, at worst, wait for the baby silkworms from West Wind to bring them over, and she will bring some of them to play with.

(End of this chapter)