Farmhouse cooks have space

Chapter 546 The Pickle Chef Delivered to Your Door
Although the radishes and cabbage have not come down yet, she can buy some small young peppers and young ginger from the workshop, and then collect some cucumber heads and soak some crispy spicy cucumbers.

And there is a batch of garlic in her space that is just about to be harvested, so it happens to be taken out this time and soaked into sweet and sour garlic, these are the best side dishes to accompany hot pot.

Do what you want, after leaving the tent, she immediately told Ma Wansan about the matter, and asked them to deliver more cucumbers when Zhuangzi came to deliver food, and she planned to go to the new workshop .

As a result, as soon as he arrived at the front hall, he saw Yu Wenxuan talking to a dirty man in his forties, and Yu Wenxuan's attitude was very sincere and helpful.

Then I thought of the matter of recruiting the shopkeeper mentioned earlier, and walked over curiously.

"Miao Miao is here. This uncle said he was going to work in our restaurant, but his specialty dishes are all kinds of pickled vegetables. Look at this..." Yu Wenxuan turned his head and said.

"You are Mr. He's family, don't you think I'm ugly, but the pickles I pickled are definitely top-notch." Seeing this, the man looked up at He Miao calmly and said.

He Miao saw that he was neither humble nor overbearing, and knew that he was either a person of real ability or a person of status, then hesitated and said: "Let's talk later."

If there is no trouble with him, to be honest, she really wants to keep him. After all, pickles are also a category of cooking, and good pickles are not cheaper than meat.

Of course, the premise is that he has real knowledge.

"Okay." The man nodded upon seeing this, and followed the two of them to the backyard.

After arriving in the main room, He Miao personally poured him a cup of warm tea before asking, "I don't know what to call this uncle?"

"My original name was Song Youde, and my ancestor was a pickle maker. My father gave me this name, which means that I hope that I will be virtuous when making pickles, and not to tarnish the reputation of my ancestors because of immediate interests.

I came here this time because I heard the few words you said when this restaurant opened a few days ago. "

After hearing this, He Miao quickly remembered what he had said to the aunt at that time, and unexpectedly attracted a strange person.

Then he asked curiously: "Ancestral craftsmanship? That should be regarded as a unique skill, so I don't know why you abandoned the old master and wanted to switch to my name."

"How to put it this way, because the owner has changed, no matter the materials or the time of use, the owner has come to the rules, so the pickles made are really incomparable with the original ones.

So there were some conflicts, and I was fired right away. "

He Miao nodded knowingly. It seems that this person has really achieved morality, and finally asked: "I don't know what kind of pickles you are good at."

"Pickles can also be used to make sweet bean sauce, yellow sauce and so on.

Of course, some common pickles can also be pickled. "

"What about the soy sauce?" He Miao asked again.

Because the soy sauce on the market is relatively rough, it is rare to come across the kind of soy sauce with a strong sauce flavor. If he can make soy sauce, then the dishes she cooks can also be improved to a higher level.

"It is extracted from yellow soy sauce, but it is best to extract it only once, otherwise the sauce will not be usable."

He Miao nodded in understanding after hearing this, and asked again: "Are you sure you have nothing to do with your former employer?"

"No, we are in an employment relationship, so it doesn't matter if he fires me now."

"What about your family?" Yu Wenxuan asked.

(End of this chapter)