Best Young Chef

"I see. It's a rare good thing. If you really take care of the fish pond, you can not only make money from Uncle Lai's farming, but also provide aquatic products for our restaurant, and your sister-in-law will support you. "

Hearing that he didn't leave, Meili's sister-in-law finally breathed a sigh of relief. She said happily to Zhao Zilong.

"What I told you just now..." Zhao Zilong asked cautiously.

"In view of your contribution to the restaurant, my sister-in-law has decided that from this month, you can get 20% of the net profit from the three famous restaurants. At the same time, in order to support you to make fish ponds, my sister-in-law has decided to prepay your salary for four months in advance. Do you think that's enough?"

Meili's sister-in-law is also an enterprising woman. In order to win over Zhao Zilong, she has just raised her salary to 1000, and now she has set aside a piece of profit for him, and even paid him four months' salary in advance. It can be said that she has made great efforts.

Her only purpose is to keep Zhao Zilong and help her make money.

"Enough, enough, thank you for your support."

Seeing that Meili's sister-in-law was so open-minded, Zhao Zilong couldn't help nodding.

"Zilong, my sister-in-law is a woman. She has no backbone. Now everything in the restaurant depends on you. Can't you leave my sister-in-law behind?"

This matter let beautiful sister-in-law have a sense of crisis, she came up to hold Zhao Zilong and said.

"Don't worry, sister-in-law. I can't bear to leave you."

Zhao Zilong held the landlady in his backhand and gave her a kiss on her pale pink lips.

"Now the fame of the three famous brands of rice has been gradually spread out, and more and more people come to taste it every day. You can't seem to be busy by yourself. Why don't you let your sister-in-law follow you? "

Beautiful sister-in-law's Eye Bead son turns, probing to ask a way to Zhao Zilong.

"Well, we'll do it together later."

Zhao Zilong understood that she was looking for a way out for herself, and could not help laughing.

As the midday approached, the guests filled the house and the house again. Some villagers who came from other villages and wanted to taste the signature meal simply ate out of the house.

Rao is already ready, they are still in a hurry.

Zhao Zilong and Meili's sister-in-law take turns to fight in the kitchen, and the sound of stir frying is heard all the time. Lao San and Wang Yunping are busy choosing vegetables, cutting vegetables and side dishes. When Zhao Laicai comes to see that the scene is so hot, he also helps to peel garlic and wash vegetables.

"The pineapple rice is so sour and sweet. Bring my mother-in-law over tomorrow."

"The signature rice, with rice, vegetables and fruits, not only tastes good, but also has nutrition."

"Wow, this sweet rice is sweet but not greasy. It's full of fragrance, and the price is not expensive. I didn't expect there would be such delicious food in the village. I'll make an appointment with my classmates and have a good meal here. "

"That is, I went to the county to eat so many meals, and I have never seen such a distinctive one."

"Next time we'll come, we'll bring a bunch of sweet wine. It will taste more wonderful."

The guests were very satisfied after eating the signboard. They commented happily and planned to bring their relatives, friends, classmates and friends to taste the delicious food in the countryside next time.

Five people busy for two or three hours, the flow of people finally relaxed down. In her busy life, sister-in-law Meili learned a lot about three kinds of signature meals, and Wang Yunping also learned a lot about cooking skills.

When they finished the last course and were preparing for their own meal, there was a trumpet outside the room. A Wuling light came to the door of the restaurant, and the window slowly rolled down.

"Little brother, do you have any signature rice?"

A fat middle-aged man asked Zhao Zilong.

"How many of you?"

Zhao Zilong asked with a smile.

"Seven, one for each."

The middle-aged man glanced back and said casually.

"Just a moment, please. I'll have a look."

Zhao Zilong said and turned back to the kitchen to see if the ingredients were enough.

"Dad, we agreed to go to the county to have a big food stall. Why did you bring me here. What can a small poor village have to eat? "

The girl in the car in the goose yellow skirt said with red lips.

"Rongrong, I've had it many times, and there's nothing new. I heard from your third aunt that this small restaurant in Zhaojia village is very good, especially the signature rice. It's very delicious... "

The fat middle-aged man smiles and says to the girl.

"Cut, I don't believe it."

Rongrong pursed her mouth and said angrily.

"Lao Feng, you said you were the same. My child had a good Sunday. Let's have some good food. It's better for you not to eat the local noodles, but to eat in this small mountain village. The more you live, the more you regress. "

Rongrong's mother took the conversation and said with a glance.

"I believe in the eyes of the masses. Several friends like the food here. Especially your third aunt, that small mouth is so cunning, even she is optimistic about here, I think it must be different here. "Fat headed middle-aged people are not angry, still patiently explained to the mother and daughter.

While they were talking, Zhao Zilong came out of the kitchen: "I'm sorry, master. There are only three pineapple rice, two sweet rice and one nostalgic rice. There are only six in all."

"Not even a meal. What kind of restaurant is there?"

Rong Rong in the car heard this and cried angrily.

"Well, that's a bit harsh. Who said we don't have food in our hotel?" When Zhao Zilong heard this, he couldn't help getting angry: "at noon alone, we sold 50 or 60 signature meals. None of the friends who came to support us failed. It's you. You're almost two o'clock. Can you blame us? "

"Blame you, blame you. Who do you blame for the restaurant's lack of food?" That Rong Rong is angry, hear Zhao Zilong retort, put his head to the window there, like a machine gun called.

"You..." Zhao Zilong was about to say something, but when he saw the beautiful girl in the window, she was just like a porcelain doll.

"Well, they're all here. Let's eat here. We'll have the six portions of paella, and we'll fry a few more dishes to match them. " The middle-aged man opened the car door and walked into the hotel with seven people, old and young.

"Well, the decoration here is pretty good!"

The fat middle-aged man looked around and said with satisfaction.

"Well, it's a good environment in the village."

The middle-aged man's father smiles and nods.

"I'd like to see what kind of food can make the third aunt applaud?" The beautiful girl named Rongrong still toots her mouth, and her angry appearance is even more pitiful.

"Don't look down on anyone. Haven't you heard of them? The experts are among the people!" The fat middle-aged man sniffed the residual aroma in the air and said, "maybe today, we will witness this miracle."

When Zhao Zilong was cooking in the kitchen, he did not forget to look at the pretty girl through the glass. Although she was only fourteen or fifteen years old, she was smart all over her body.

That small waist is soft, looks pure pink tender, Zhao Zilong saw in the heart straight itch. He thought to himself that if he could hold that beautiful little Lori, it would be a very enjoyable thing.

"What are you looking at? I'm still a little girl."

After the beautiful sister-in-law noticed his eyes, she couldn't help joking.

"Can't you look at it?"

Zhao Zilong said with a smile to Meili's sister-in-law.

"Is it light? I think you are evil in your heart?" Beautiful sister-in-law charming smile, a white living hand around his waist to feel up.

"Oh, beautiful sister-in-law, you are bad!"

Zhao Zilong turned to her and yelled.

"Are you capable of punishing me?"

Meili's sister-in-law challenged him with a smile.

"There are plenty of opportunities. I hope you can have such a good laugh then." Seeing that Meili's sister-in-law seemed to have forgotten her first tears, Zhao Zilong couldn't help but squint and smile.

Wang Yunping, who had just entered the door, could not help shivering when she saw his smile.

When two meat, two vegetables, four dishes and six signature meals were served together, the family was shocked by the exquisite dishes, rich aroma, bright color and unique appearance.

"Wow, there are oranges and pineapples. I want to eat them. I want to eat them."

When the seven or eight year old boy saw the pineapple rice, he immediately yelled.

"It looks good. I'll have one too."

The middle-aged man's mother also took a pineapple rice with great interest.

When the middle-aged man was ready to bring his father a sweet meal, Zhao Zilong gave him the nostalgic meal with a smile: "grandfather, I suggest you try this nostalgic meal."

"Wow, sweet and sour, fresh and refreshing, with a unique taste."

Before the old man moved his chopsticks, the old lady on one side first gave out a exclamation.

"Yes, I'll try it, too."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man couldn't wait to scoop a spoon from his mother and put it into his mouth. The sweet and sour taste stimulated the nerves and made the cells of his whole body active.

After sweet and sour, his mouth was full of fragrance, which made the middle-aged man's eyes brighten.

"Well! Yeah! it's so delicious. The master is among the people, and the master is among the people

Middle aged people are full of smiles and excitement.

"Cut, is that exaggeration? Even if you go to the county restaurant for dinner, it seems that you are not so excited." Rong Rong Nuo powder lips said, looking at Pineapple Rice in the eyes of a hot.

"I don't believe you have a good taste

Rongrong's grandmother scooped a spoon and sent it to Rongrong.

Looking at the dazzling color and sweet aroma of pineapple rice, Rongrong can't afford to refuse. She took a deep breath and ate the pineapple rice.The taste of pineapple rice gradually spread in her mouth when she chewed her white and neat teeth. That sour sweet taste, just like a happy storm swept her nerves, straight to her eyes.

"Why How could that be? "

Rong Rong Leng Leng, the face is full of color of consternation.

"Why, isn't it delicious?"

Grandma looked at her granddaughter and asked kindly.

"No, it's delicious. How can a small mountain village make such delicious fruit rice?" Rongrong doubts, with a trace of surprise, turned to Zhao Zilong, who is busy in the kitchen.