Director Han couldn't help but glance at the vegetable dumplings in his hand.

It is a very ordinary vegetable dumpling, and the way to add pickled vegetables is exactly the same as when I was a child, but the noodles when I was a child should be rougher, and rice bran and rice paste should be added, and it is best to add a bunch of wild vegetables to cook into soup, and eat three meals a day.

The most important thing is that this vegetable ball reminds him of his mother who has long since died.

A cook's daughter, the best dish she makes in her life is vegetable dumplings.

"Which little student made this pickled vegetable dumpling?" asked Captain Han.

......

The little classmate who made pickled vegetable dumplings is now being spicy by the spicy chicken to ascend to heaven.

Jiang Feng couldn't remember how many glasses of water he drank, it was basically a piece of meat and a sip of water, and it was so spicy that tears were about to overflow his eyes.

Jiang Feng even felt that his mouth was swollen.

When I touched it, it seemed to be really swollen.

Wu Minqi, as a native of Shudi, couldn't understand how Jiang Feng could be spicy like this, and she even sprinkled an extra handful of peppercorns in order to take care of the fact that primary school students couldn't eat spicy peppers and didn't even use dried chili peppers.

In the first 20 years of Jiang Feng's life, the spiciest food he had eaten was the kebab that Chen Xiuxiu took him to eat in the alley in high school, and later went to the hospital to hang water for two days because he was not clean. But compared with Wu Minqi's spicy chicken, those skewers of mutton that were so spicy that Jiang Feng inhaled were no more than Erer.

For the first time, Jiang Feng realized that he really couldn't eat spicy food.

Despite being spicy into a sausage mouth, Jiang Feng still ate the dishes on his plate cleanly.

"Wait, are we going to make dinner?" After eating, Wu Minqi sat in his seat and was a little eager to try.

She is not like Jiang Feng, she can practice in her own store every day. Since going to college, except for the occasional vacation home to help in the back kitchen, this is the first time she has cooked in City A.

Jiang Feng could see that Wu Minqi's skills were itchy.

But he broke Wu Minqi with a basin of cold water: "No matter dinner." ”

Wu Minqi's face was full of regret.

"Hello to the president, the store is open in the school, and you can stay in the back kitchen at any time. Wu Minqi said with great envy.

Thinking about the taste of the dish he had just eaten, Jiang Feng suddenly had an idea.

"You...... Do you usually have a lot of classes?" Jiang Feng knew that Wu Minqi studied food and nutrition, and his major sounded very watery, but the course was not watery at all, and the heavy coursework belonged to engineering.

"I don't go much. Wu Minqi skipped class and ran away with confidence, "At first, I thought I was majoring in ingredients, but I didn't expect to study chemistry." ”

Jiang Feng: ......

As we all know, to learn ingredients should go to a certain East.

"Ahem, if you escape...... If you don't have much class, why don't you come to our store to help, the back kitchen is as you like, my back kitchen has four stoves. Jiang Feng said.

There is also a shortage of Sichuan chefs.

Jiang Jiankang has a penchant for sweet, spicy dishes, which do not exist.

If you find a spicy word on the menu, it is considered a healthy stir-fry restaurant lose.

Wu Minqi's eyes suddenly lit up: "You can still use it in the back kitchen of your house?!"

"You have to order food to use it. ”

"That's okay!" Wu Minqi was almost crazy when he wanted to cook during this time.

There is no holiday after the National Day this semester, and before today, Wu Minqi hadn't touched a kitchen knife or pot for nearly three months, and she was cutting shredded radishes when she slept and dreamed at night.

In a sense, she's a kitchen idiot.

"Come when you have time. Jiang Feng never mentioned the matter of salary.

Wu Minqi didn't realize that Jiang Feng actually invited her to be a chef in the store, and even thanked Jiang Feng in her heart for providing her with a place to practice cooking, after all, she didn't have a salary when she helped in the Wu family restaurant.

Besides, she is not short of money, although Mr. Wu is very strict with the cooking skills of juniors, he has always been generous in money, as long as it does not involve pornography, gambling and drugs, the money can be spent casually.

After reaching an amicable agreement, the two began to shake around.

In the afternoon, there were also students from the music and dance academy who could sing and dance to perform for the lonely and widowed elderly, and Jiang Feng decided to go early to occupy a good seat. On weekdays, the tickets for any event held by the Music and Dance Academy have to be grabbed, and it would be good for the chess club to get two tickets, and they are all the ones that are on the outermost edge of the door, Jiang Feng went there once, and he didn't even see the face of the young lady dancing on the stage.

This time, Jiang Feng decided to fish and occupy a seat!

Before Jiang Feng could find out where the performance hall was, he was pulled away by Teacher Chen, who had great powers out of nowhere.

"Director Han is looking for you!" Teacher Chen pulled Jiang Feng to the performance hall.

You said that it was a coincidence or not, Director Han was in the performance hall.

"What is the Han school director?" Jiang Feng didn't know anything about the internal personnel structure of Chenfeng Primary School.

"Mr. Han is one of the five trustees of our school, and he would like to talk to you about the dumplings you made at noon today. "That's all Mr. Chen knows.

Jiang Feng was shocked.

Wouldn't it, the stomachs of rich people are so precious these days, and they are sick when they eat pickled vegetable dumplings?

It's all fine grains, no coarse grains!

Jiang Feng followed Teacher Chen all the way to the performance hall.

Everyone is decorating the venue, in fact, it is a group of elementary school students on the seats with flowers, on the wall pasted a plastic and ribbon decorations, those decorations are quite ugly, at first glance, everyone made by hand.

I don't see the students of A University, and they are probably preparing in the background.

Jiang Feng heard that the students who performed at the Music and Dance Academy had been rehearsing for several weeks and attached great importance to it.

It was only when people like Jiang Feng, who didn't care about the event, arrived that they knew that the location of this volunteer activity was Chenfeng Primary School, and Liu Qian knew it three days earlier than him.

Director Han is on the second floor.

Teacher Chen took the people and left consciously, and there were only two people on the second floor, Mr. Han and Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng couldn't help but be a little nervous, but seeing that Director Han was smiling and kind, it didn't look like he was looking for trouble after eating a bad stomach, and at the same time, he was also puzzled by what the director of a private aristocratic elementary school was looking for him, a student of A University.

The most important thing is that Jiang Feng looked at the Han school director in front of him and was a little familiar.

It seems that I saw him himself or a photo some time ago.

Could it be ...... Are you a customer in the store?

Has the customer class of healthy stir-fry restaurants risen to such heights?

"Xiao Jiang. Managing Director Han spoke, "Don't be nervous, I came to you because I want to ask you for something." ”

"Ding. ”

Jiang Feng: ???

What's the game dingle???

Speak, you obviously have customer service and what player feedback has you received, you have the ability to update, you have the ability to finish the next words!

The game doesn't react at all.

"That...... Han...... Mr. Han, have we met somewhere?" Jiang Feng felt that he was not a student of Chenfeng Primary School, and it seemed a little bad to call Mr. Han a school manager, but the more he really looked at Mr. Han, the more familiar he became.

Han was stunned for a moment, and said with a random smile: "Xiao Jiang may have seen my photo and forgot to introduce himself, I am Han Guishan." ”

Han Guishan!

Good taste boss!

Jiang Feng knew why he felt that Han Guishan was familiar, he had visited the official website of Good Taste when he searched for the competition in the morning, and Han Guishan's photo was placed on the official website.

And......

Compared to real people, the photo seems to be P.

The eyes are big, and there is no shortage of dermabrasion, whitening and thinning faces.

"Excuse me, is there anything Mr. Han needs my help with?" Jiang Feng asked, he didn't think that the boss of the good taste needed his help.

"That's right, I was fortunate to taste the pickled vegetable dumplings made by Xiao Jiang at noon today, I think the meaning of remembering bittersweet is very good, and I want to carry out educational activities in the company to remember bittersweet and sweet, so I would like to ask you to help me make a batch of pickled vegetable dumplings like today. Han Guishan said.

Jiang Feng was a little speechless.

The idea of the boss of this old taste is really different, and after eating a vegetable dumpling, he can also think of carrying out educational activities in the company.

However, pickled vegetable dumplings belong to the game recipe dish, and Jiang Feng can only make 60 a day, so he refused: "I'm sorry, Mr. Han, my pickled vegetable dumplings can only make up to 60 a day, and it may not meet your requirements." ”

"60 is enough, ten a day is enough. Han Guishan said, seeing Jiang Feng's slightly surprised eyes, he explained, "I want to carry out this activity slowly, starting with the top management of the company." ”

Jiang Feng: ......

This Boss Han is indeed a boss with a lot of ideas, and his thinking and brain circuits are completely different from normal people.

"Ten a day is no problem at all, a group of six, two groups of twelve a day, what do you think?" Jiang Feng said.

"In addition, I have a reluctant request, can you please Xiao Jiang to come to my house to make these pickled vegetable gardens?" Han Guishan continued.

Jiang Feng: ???

What's wrong with this Boss Han, and the pickled vegetable dumplings?

"That's right, I want to learn this dish myself first, and then make it for my son after a while. That kid has been pampered since he was a child, and he should suffer a little, the price is not a problem, and there is still trouble for Xiao Jiang to make a special trip, how about the remuneration of a thousand a day?" Han Guishan asked.

Thousand!

Billionaire Weng Jiang Feng was suppressed by Han Guishan's generosity on the spot.

Although this Boss Han's brain circuit is relatively clear, his thoughts are also very unique, but he is very generous! Jiang Feng just wanted to sell it for six yuan a lion at the beginning, but he didn't expect Han Guishan to directly offer a price of one thousand yuan.

1,000 yuan buys 12 vegetable dumplings, and you can't buy any dumplings.

Jiang Feng agreed on the spot.

Then I got Han Guishan's WeChat.

When Jiang Feng went downstairs, everyone was a little floating.

This feeling is like money falling from the sky, no one smashes it, just smashes it at Jiang Feng, and even the oncoming wind is fanned with soft sister coins.

When Jiang Feng floated to the door, he was caught by the sharp-eyed student union officer.

"Jiang Feng, what are you doing on the second floor? By the way, what about your program, you didn't report the program. "The student council officer has a small book in his left hand and a pen in his right hand.

"Program, what program?" Jiang Feng's mind was a little clearer when he was carried away by money.

"The afternoon performance program, each club must have one, the student union will not be notified by text message last week, haven't you received it?" asked the student council officer.

Jiang Feng took out his mobile phone, flipped through it for a long time, and finally found the notice sent by the student union last week in the intercepted text message.

As for why the number of the student union officer was intercepted......

Jiang Feng looked at the sky silently.

"Performance...... ...... performance" Jiang Feng really couldn't think of any specialties he could do besides eating, sleeping and cooking, so he simply broke the jar and broke it, "I perform chopping vegetables." ”

"Huh, chop vegetables?" the student council officer was dumbfounded.

"Yes, chopping vegetables!"