Best Young Chef

One night of silence, he practiced Taiji with Wang Yixian in the morning!

With the circulation of energy, he felt full of energy and his heart was clear.

After washing, Zhao Zilong said hello to his father, and then came to the meeting place. Chen Qiulan and the four of them were already waiting there. When they saw Zhao Zilong coming, they all looked happy.

"Aunt Qiulan, are you early enough?" Zhao Zilong said with a smile.

"If you want to learn from our chef, you should be diligent." Chen Qiulan also joked.

"Well, these apprentices are pretty pretty. Why don't you come to wait on master hou to change clothes?" After hearing this, Zhao Zilong chuckled and said with an affectation.

Seeing his exaggerated expression, all the women burst into laughter.

While they were chatting, Feng Yongcun came with his Wuling light. After they got on the bus, Zhao Zilong talked and laughed all the way, left Zhaojia village and went to Dukou township.

The last time I took the broken Tianjin Dafa car from the village head, Zhao Zilong felt quite novel.

Although the four wheeled car got on the road faster than the motorcycle, it was a pity that the car was too broken. Except that the horn didn't sound very loud, it was like an old ox car falling apart.

At this time, sitting on Feng Yongcun's new Wuling light, I feel very different. This car has a lot of space and power. It's very hard to walk on the road, not to mention how refreshing it is.

On the level national highway, Wuling light rushes to 80 pulse in one breath, and its body is still stable. Looking at the surrounding scenery quickly backward, Zhao Zilong and several of them could not help showing a comfortable color.

After the car turned to the countryside, the roads became wider, the buildings became more and more, and Zhao Zilong's vision became wider. Looking at the small buildings on the roadside, Zhao Zilong couldn't help admiring them.

"When can I let my father live in such a small building?" Zhao Zilong thought to himself.

The car stopped in front of a small supermarket. After everyone got off, Feng Yongcun pointed to the small western style building behind the supermarket and said with a smile, "here we are. This is my home."

A huge rainbow door has been erected in front of the small building. On the door is written the words "wish Feng Yarong a good fortune in Yuanyang". Rainbow door is surrounded by ribbons flying, next to a row of army green salute.

"Wow, your house is such a beautiful small foreign building. It's a local tyrant."

Zhao Zilong glared at the row of small buildings with white tiles and bright halls. He couldn't help but brighten his eyes.

"It's all my father's legacy. I just renovated it."

Feng Yongcun patted him on the shoulder, narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "by the way, that small supermarket is also mine. If you want to drink something, tell me and I'll get it for you."

"No, No." Zhao Zilong quickly shook his head.

Feng Yongcun's father used to escape from the famine in Shandong Province. Later, he made a fortune by doing business here. He settled here and bought two adjacent yards in the countryside.

Who knows that the main road has been built in front of their house. Taking this opportunity, Feng Yongcun combined the two courtyards and built a row of small western style buildings, with eight stores on the street.

They own two of the best locations, open a small supermarket, and rent out the remaining six stores. Because of the good location of his family, he can receive more than 20000 yuan in rent every year.

As for the small supermarket, located in the center of Dukou Township, business is very hot.

What's more, with Feng Yongcun's relationship, the village will take things from him whenever there is any need. This makes the volume of small supermarkets increase greatly, and the annual net profit is at least 70000.

Although Feng Yongcun's salary in the village is not high, his annual income is more than 100000, which is not a small number in the village.

No wonder he is fat and happy every day.

The courtyard of Feng Yongcun's house is well organized. All the rooms are designed according to the layout of the unit building, with bedrooms, kitchens, living rooms, dining rooms, study rooms and bathrooms all over the place.

The French windows in the room are bright, which makes the room full of light.

When Zhao Zilong came here, two big pots had been set up in the yard, and the charcoal fire was very strong. There are boxes of bowls and chopsticks, cooking utensils and condiments.

At this time, a group of women were busy sitting on the bench in the yard. All the neighbors came to help. They break beans, choose celery, cut eggplant, and talk provocative meat jokes.

When Zhao Zilong and Chen Qiulan came in, they attracted the attention of these women.

Xiaohui is a neighbor of Feng Yongcun's family. Seeing Zhao Zilong's pure smile, she is very cute. She can't help coming up to talk with him. When she learned that Zhao Zilong had come to cook, she was surprised.

It turns out that under the boast of Feng Yongcun, Zhao Zilong's reputation has spread in the countryside.

The girl of Feng Yongcun's family, Yuanyang, is a famous cook in the village. However, in order to open a small kitchen for the cadres from the village, he invited a little cook to cook fruit rice.After learning the news, everyone was very surprised that the little cook was sacred. When Zhao Zilong revealed his identity, the women gathered around curiously to ask questions.

"Little brother, how old are you?"

"I hear you're here to make fruit rice?"

"Can you tell us how fruit rice is made?"

A large group of Yingyan surrounded Zhao Zilong, which made him feel a little excited.

Zhao Zilong answered with a red face, which aroused the interest of these women.

Since the state advocated economy and strictly prohibited extravagance and waste, the village's affairs are no longer allowed to be put on the table.

Now in the countryside, everything is a big pot, eating home cooked meals such as fried cake, stewed vegetables, stewed noodles and machine noodles. From the day before lunch, to the day of lunch, a total of four meals.

usually deep fried dough sticks stir fried noodles with vegetables at noon, and eating rice or fried bread sticks on the morning of the morning. As for lunch, it is the most abundant meal. Usually, they will eat fried rice cakes and stir fry, and they will have cold dishes, egg soup, beer and Baijiu.

Today is the last meal. Looking at the hundreds of kilograms of vegetables in the yard and the stewed pork balls with spareribs in the pot, we can judge that what we eat at noon today is stewed vegetables.

In the living room, several dignified people are sitting there playing three dozen two, surrounded by a large group of people standing around. Although these people seem to be playing, they are actually helping, because they bring popularity.

The purpose of doing business is to be prosperous. If there are many people, it will be prosperous!

Looking at the busy people walking back and forth in the courtyard, watching the people concentrating on playing or watching cards, Zhao Zilong realized a kind of simple rural culture.

At this time, Zhao Zilong noticed that there was a big red paper pasted in a prominent place in the yard. He went over to have a look and made a clear division of labor for the people who came to help.

The manager is Liu Yang. There are eight guests, ten cooks, two fire watchers and two informers. It's all women's business to wash the pots and wash the dishes

Just when he carefully looked at the list, Feng Yongcun called the manager of this work.

This manager named Liu Yang is the director of the township office. He has always been modest and well-known. He is also very enthusiastic in helping others with their affairs. Over time, people in the township call him to be the manager.

Learning that Zhao Zilong was a chef specially invited to entertain township cadres, Liu Yang showed great enthusiasm.

He called the guests and invited Zhao Zilong and others to a small single room, where they served cigarettes and tea, showing great politeness. Considering that Chen Qiulan and some of them were women, they also served some drinks.

They originally wanted to learn cooking skills from Zhao Zilong, but they were flattered by the warm reception they received after they came to the village cadres' home.

In the rest room, there was a burst of laughter like a silver bell in the yard.

Hearing the voice full of youthful vitality, Zhao Zilong couldn't help but brighten his eyes.

He stood up and looked into the yard. Rongrong, a girl from Feng Yongcun's family, flew into the yard with a group of 15-year-old girls, just like a group of dancing butterflies.

These lovely little Loris are full of youth and passion. They are full of enviable vitality, which enlivens Zhao Zilong's heart.

"You'll have a rest here, and I'll go out for a walk."

Seeing the little girls enter the kitchen, Zhao Zilong greets them and goes out.

When he came to the kitchen, Rongrong and Wang Yan were talking about something.

When Feng Yongrong and her friends bought some fruits together, they asked her to buy more.

What he didn't expect was that no one would peel the pineapple after he bought it. When Feng Yarong finds Wang Yan, she is at a loss. A group of people holding pineapples can only sigh.

Just then, Zhao Zilong went into the kitchen.

"You came just in time."

Wang Yan exclaimed happily.

"Why are you here now?"

Zhao Zilong looked at her and asked with a smile.

"What's coming now? My sister and I went shopping." Wang Yanjiao angry, white Zhao Zilong one eye: "Rongrong they want to eat pineapple, I can't cut, you come to help."

Just in between, Wang Yan was called away by her second sister.

"It looks like you need help."

Zhao Zilong said with a smile at the group of little Laurie.

"It's you. What are you doing at my house?"

Rongrong recognized at a glance that Zhao Zilong was the chef of the farmhouse restaurant.

"I'll peel the pineapples for you. Anyone who wants to eat, bring them."

Zhao Zilong's eyes swept the group of energetic girls in front of him and said with a smile.

"Senior, do you really know how to cut it?"The tallest girl seems to watch too many TV dramas. Looking up and down at Zhao Zilong for a long time, he found that his skin was clear and his temperament was elegant, so he called Sheng Xuechang.