Seeing that Wu used them to come over, the chef did not refuse, but there were not many empty places on the side of the warehouse, and it was inconvenient for too many people to come in, so he only picked three people to come in to help.

After a while, the shopkeeper also came, and the chef gave them the tidying up.

"You put these things in separate baskets and stack them on top of each other, so that you can also make some room in the storehouse. ”

The division is all done, and now it's just a matter of putting it up.

Wu began to get busy with their orders, and the newly woven bamboo baskets were filled and carried and stacked, which really made it a lot easier for them to walk in the warehouse.

The temperature in this warehouse was originally low, and Wu Yong was still too cold when they first came in, but he didn't feel it at all at this time.

The chef set aside the materials to be used tomorrow, looked at the warehouse that had been restored and tidy, and nodded with satisfaction: "Everyone has worked hard, let's go take a bath and relax, the kitchen should have prepared hot water." ”

Wu wiped the sweat from his forehead, it was indeed time to take a good shower.

Coming out of the bathtub, Wu Yong felt that he was relaxed, changed into clean clothes, and felt sleepy, so he rested directly.

The next morning, the people in the inn were awakened by the sound of the chef chopping things.

Wu covered his ears and struggled for a while, the sound just didn't stop, and finally he got up dying.

The children in the yard had already dressed and ran out, Wu Yong ran into Gao Yu, and the two walked out together.

"I didn't expect him to start so early, I don't know what we need to do?"

Gao Yu was still a little sleepy at this time, and said to Hatche: "No matter what you want to do, you still have to have breakfast first, right?"

Again, I hope the chef doesn't forget to make breakfast.

When I arrived in the lobby, I saw the shopkeeper who was also not in good spirits and a group of old guests, and everyone teased each other.

"It seems that the chef's knife skills are very good, and he can wake everyone up. ”

Although the shopkeeper was also woken up, he still said good things for his chef: "As soon as he encounters the matter of preparing food, he will be very focused, and he doesn't mean to wake you up, but now time is really tight." ”

Wu Yong: "Don't worry, we can understand, but can we eat breakfast today? ”

The shopkeeper really didn't know if he was ready, so he went over and asked in person.

The sound of chopping things stopped for a while, and the chef and the shopkeeper brought out the breakfast together, and said a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry that you can't sleep lazy today." ”

Wu said to them: "It's okay, it's almost time for us to wake up, you can continue to be busy, and come over to help when we have finished eating." ”

The chef bowed his hand and apologized again, and returned to the kitchen again.

Everyone quickly finished breakfast, and then went directly to the chef to receive the task.

The chef leaves the relatively simple processes to them, and the more difficult ones are intended to be supervised by themselves.

Wu Yong received a task of rubbing meatballs, although it looked simple, but looking at the large pot full of minced meat, Wu Yong silently calculated how long it would take him to complete.

Fortunately, she did not receive this task alone, Gao Yu was also taken care of and assigned this task, and the two were busy with their hands and chatting at the same time.

"How many days do you think you can eat so many meatballs?"

Gao Yu estimated: "There are so many people here, it is estimated that it will be eaten in ten days." ”

This is still considering the reason why people don't just eat these meatballs.

The chef happened to pass by them and interjected, "That's true, I'll see how many croquettes are fried later, and if it's less, I'll probably have to add more." ”

The old guests in their inn liked this kind of meatball, and if they didn't have enough to eat, they would complain.

Wu Yong felt his wrist sore just by hearing him say this.

Gao Yu amusedly reminded her how to use her strength to reduce the amount of movement of her wrists, lest she really can't move later.

They sat and rubbed the meatballs for a whole morning, and after each plate, they were sent to the stove to be fried, and the fragrant smell filled the whole inn and merged into the fragrance of every house outside.

When Wu finished the matter with them, the chef handed them a plate of meatballs: "I won't prepare lunch, you can fill your stomach with this, and there will be fried crispy meat to eat later, you won't be hungry." ”

Wu Yong took their own plate of balls and asked a little worriedly: "Is it enough to eat like this now?"

The chef smiled happily: "Don't worry, if it's not enough later, I'll let others help." ”

Hearing the chef's words, Wu Yongcai let go of the original worry in his heart, and happily went out of the kitchen with Gao Yu to taste the balls they also contributed.

She ate one with an empty mouth first, and felt that this meatball was crispy on the outside and on the inside, moderately salty, and she could bite into some crunchy things during the period, which neutralized the greasy feeling of the original meatball, but it was indeed a rare delicacy.

After Gao Yu also tasted one, he went to make a pot of tea.

"Let's eat this together, although this ball is not very greasy, but it is still a little difficult to swallow such a dry meal. ”

Moreover, there are many ingredients of meat in it, so in order to digest it well, it should also be eaten with tea.

Wu Yong accepted this arrangement with kindness, and ate a whole plate of meatballs with Gao Yu with a click of tea.

Silently touching his stomach, Wu Yong said, "I'm already full, what about you?"

Gao Yu is still a little close: "I can taste the crispy meat again, but I don't know when the chef will be able to make it." ”

Wu bit her chopsticks and decided to make a pot of hawthorn tea for Ziju to promote digestion, and she didn't want to miss the crispy meat later.

In addition to them, other regular guests also ate the freshly cooked meatballs, and they praised the chef's craftsmanship.

"It hasn't gotten worse in years. ”

The chef's voice came from the kitchen, "That's right, otherwise how would I grab your stomach and keep you?" ”

His craft is also an important part of their inn.

The shopkeeper smiled at the counter: "This is also thanks to everyone's support." ”

The whole lobby burst into laughter.

Wu Yong also looked at this scene with a smile, he didn't expect them to be so funny.

After a while, the chef finished the meatballs and called everyone over to pack the meatballs that they had not eaten for the time being and put them in the snow to freeze them, so that they could be saved for more time.

Wu Yong took the big bowl full of balls, firmly stuck it in the snow, and asked Gao Yu: "Is this okay?"

Gao Yu hadn't done this kind of thing before: "It should be okay." ”

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