Fat Niang makes a fortune in farming

Chapter 598 Meticulous Arrangement
Ye Heming was busy cleaning up and decorating the Meng House, and Meng Kejun was never idle in Ling County.

Most of the cooks poached by Xianghe Building can cook the recipes given to her by the old lady Meng. If the recipes are the same as Xianghe Building when it opens, it will definitely not work, so these days she and An Zhenqi was stuck in the kitchen, thinking about how to improve the dishes on those recipes all day long.

They worked in the kitchen to improve the dishes, and An's and Ye Rongrong suffered.

There are endless dishes from the kitchen stuffed into their stomachs all day long, and the mouths of the two of them are not idle for a moment all day long.

Knowing that Meng Kejun intends to reopen the Mengjialou, the members of the Dong family did not dare to slack off. Dong Jingye and the Huang family came more frequently. On the one hand, they wanted to take care of Meng Kejun. If I can do more, Meng Ke-jun can worry less.

Today, as usual, when we had lunch at noon, the table was full of dishes.

Ye Rongrong looked at the table full of dishes, propped her head and wailed loudly, "But sir, can you spare me this meal? I really can't eat anymore, and if I eat any more, I'm really going to jump." Move, the big fat man who can’t dance anymore.”

It's not that she wants to complain, but it's because she ate too much recently. When she was singing and dancing on stage, she felt very strenuous. The juniors and sisters in the troupe said that she saw her face getting worse day by day. It's round.

"Then you can eat less, as long as you can give us some advice."

Meng Kejun also sympathizes with Ye Rongrong. They have been eating like this recently, and their appetites are indeed unbearable, but she has nothing to do.

She has to come up with new dishes as soon as possible, and it will be a protracted battle with Xianghe Restaurant in the future. Without strong strength, she will not be able to do it. What's more, she also wants to run the restaurant well, so that she and her children will have a good time in the future. Life can also have a good guarantee
"Yes! Yes! Then eat less, and we will take all the leftovers home."

Mrs. Huang hurriedly nodded, she couldn't help with things that required her to think, so she could only let Meng Kejun have less trouble with other things, such as eating and drinking, and talking about which dishes were delicious on the table, she couldn't help it. You can express your own opinion.

"Boss, when I came here yesterday, I told me to take more of the food you cooked back home, and said that she would do nothing if she didn't eat the food you didn't eat for such a long time. Energetic! I won’t be able to finish it later, so I’ll put it back and let her eat it all!”

When it comes to Xu Meijiao's mouth that loves to eat, Huang seems very helpless. Everyone in the family thinks about Meng Kejun and the child in her belly, but Xu Meijiao talks about the food cooked by Meng Kejun all day long.

"Rongrong, let's all eat less, and let the in-laws take all of these back later, and take them all back."

An's stood up, picked up the eggplant with minced meat, which was the largest portion in front of Ye Rongrong, with chopsticks, thinking about eating some quickly to complete the task.

Because the dishes were far apart, it was very difficult for An Shi to hold them when he stood up, and his wide sleeves fell directly into the winter melon meatball soup on the side.

"Oh, look out!"

An Zhenqi quickly stood up and picked up her sleeve that had fallen into the soup bowl, "Look, now that this soup has been used to wash your clothes, how can we eat it?"

"I didn't do it on purpose!"

An Shi hastily put down the bowls and chopsticks from his hands, sat down and twisted his oily and water-stained cuffs.

"I can't blame my in-laws. There are so many dishes on the table and they are far apart. Such things are inevitable. We are all family members, so we don't pay too much attention."

Mrs. Huang hurriedly spoke for An's, and after she finished speaking, she picked up a spoon and took a sip of the soup in the winter melon ball soup.In fact, such things are very common, and I can't blame her for being careless.

This incident reminded Meng Kejun that the ancient dining table did not have the turntable that is common on modern restaurant dining tables. Every time you want to eat a dish that is farther away, you have to stand up to pick it up. This happened when the sleeve fell into the dish.

It's fine that my family doesn't have any scruples about eating, if it's all about face-saving and respectable people eating, this kind of thing happens.Those who drop their sleeves into the bowl will feel ashamed, and those who fall into the bowl from the sidelines will also feel disgusted. After eating a good meal, no one will feel happy.

But it will be different if there is a turntable on the table, whichever dish you want to eat, just put two chopsticks in front of you, and you don’t have to stand up at all, it’s convenient to eat and you don’t have to worry about having food. So embarrassing things happened.

"Father, when you go back tomorrow, ask your brother-in-law to come, I have something to discuss with him."

It takes a lot of effort and thought to make a turntable, and this kind of work can only be done by Zhang Baoquan, who is meticulous and familiar with woodworking principles.

"Success, I'll go back after dinner and bring Baoquan and Cuilan."

Hearing that Meng Kejun said that he had something to discuss with Zhang Baoquan, Dong Jingye didn't dare to neglect.

"By the way, Dad, after you go back, try to weave more delicate baskets, and I will use them as food boxes in our restaurant."

"Also, mother, you can embroider more sachets and purses. After you embroider them, you can give it to Mrs. Daniu and ask her to embroider the three characters of Fengyuyuan on them with brocade. You can embroider as many as you can. In short, the more The better, but this matter has to be done quietly, and don't let unrelated outsiders know."

No matter what, you still have to be careful imitating Wang Zhujun and her side, not to expose it too early.

"Good! Good! Let's go back to work after dinner."

Hearing that there were so many important things to be done by themselves, Huang and Dong Jingye didn't dare to be careless, nodded in agreement and hurried to eat.

"Father and mother, you have worked hard recently."

Seeing Huang and Dong Jingye rushing to pick up food, Meng Kejun felt a little guilty in his heart, because he was going to reopen the Mengjialou. Recently, no one in the family is idle. He came to his side to help, but he had to be on guard against Wang Zhujun's tricks on them all the time.

Meng Kejun's words made Huang and Dong Jingye, who were in a hurry to finish eating, put down their chopsticks at the same time, Huang quickly swallowed the food in their mouths, and then said, "Kejun, look at what you said. What are you saying, we are a family, a family is not allowed to say such outrageous things!"

"It's not us but you who have worked hard, if..."

Dong Jingye's words suddenly stopped, and his face became serious. The guilt in his heart spread like a tsunami, and the guilt flooded his eyes.

"It's not hard work, it's not hard work, it's not hard work if you have food and drink, and you can be busy with a big business to make money."

An Zhenqi hurriedly opened his mouth to smooth things over. He knew what Dong Jingye wanted to say, and he also knew what he was thinking in his heart, but it was useless to say these things now, it would only make everyone sad.

In fact, this is also good, busy with things to do every day, without having to think about it, Meng Kejun's mood will be better, which is good for her and the child in her belly.

(End of this chapter)