The kitchen was originally hot, and the atmosphere was tense and solemn. But with Cheng Peng's appearance with a small bowl, it seems to be much cooler here.

Qiao Yujun hurriedly washed her hands and wiped them clean, and walked quickly to Cheng Peng: "Is it okay to show me?" she asked politely.

Cheng Peng nodded: "Of course you can, it was originally for you." ”

He handed the small bowl to the proprietress and muttered in his ears: "It smells good but doesn't necessarily taste good." Cheng Peng didn't bother to care, Xiao Gao just couldn't see others better than himself.

"Thank you. Qiao Yujun carefully took the bowl and gently fanned it on the mouth of the bowl with her hand, a very standard sniffing action.

The taste was very delicious and fragrant, Qiao Yujun was extremely surprised in her heart, and at the same time she was also very curious: "How did you do it?" she looked at Cheng Peng in confusion.

"Hehe, in fact, we rural people, every household will pickle sauce beans in summer, and there are kimchi or something in all seasons. There is also seasoning, which is my family's ancestral craft. Try it, is the dish delicious enough?" Cheng Peng is pure nonsense.

In fact, this is just a little soy sauce and cool white boiling, with a third of the spirit beads - today Cheng Peng knew that the spirit beads can be cut.

The spirit bead is indeed omnipotent, it seems to be able to improve all things, a drop of water, the water turns into elixir and jade liquid. As for soy sauce, it's just an additive that hides people's ears. Cheng Peng believes that just a drop of spiritual beads can add color and flavor to the dishes without any other condiment adjustments.

In short, Qiao Yujun showed great interest in the special sauce in her hand. Although the delicious smell is definitely different from her secret sauce, it seems to be very versatile.

Qiao Yujun has the brain of a natural chef and the nose of a natural chef. When she smells the smell and sees the ingredients, she immediately thinks of new dishes in her head. And this is also the reason why her private restaurant, which is located in a corner of the county, can attract diners from seven or eight counties and cities within a radius of two or three hundred kilometers.

There is one thing that Xiaogao, Xiaomei, and Cheng Peng don't know, the net profit of this small store in a month can reach more than 200,000. Therefore, Qiao Yujun is also very generous to employees, she can ask for leave if she has something, and she has paid holidays every month.

Xiao Gao is in the kitchen, and his salary can reach an average of 5,500 per month, while Xiaomei, as a waiter, also has a salary of 3,500. This kind of remuneration is extremely rare in this small county, so they have been working here for a few years and have no intention of leaving.

The topic is far away, and Qiao Yujun is holding a small bowl, wondering if it can replace the secret sauce. After thinking about it for a few minutes, he immediately ran to the operation table, took out the ingredients that had been prepared, and made them with ding ding dong.

Xiao Gao was a little surprised, looking at the reaction of the proprietress, she seemed to be very satisfied with Cheng Peng's 'sauce'. He scratched his scalp and began to examine Cheng Peng. This new colleague who suddenly appeared seems to have a little ability. But hmph, it still depends on the 'efficacy', so let's reserve my opinion for the time being.

In the lobby, the three of them waited impatiently, so they kept urging Xiaomei: "Little sister, hasn't the food come up yet?"

"That is, how did you survive with this efficiency?"

"When you have a meal, everyone is hungry and their chests are pressed against their backs, and we have to catch a car in the afternoon!"

The three of you, you and I, bombarded like cannons, and they almost drove Xiaomei crazy. She was able to cope with it with a smile at first, but then she was almost crying, and they didn't give her any chance to speak.

Finally, the food transmitter in Xiaomei's hand rang a dripping bell, she breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately bowed to the three of them and said, "I'm sorry three gentlemen, I've kept you waiting." But now that the dish is ready, you can wait for me to deliver it right away. ”

"Hmph, I don't know what the hell I'm doing, can I eat it?"

In the muttering of the three of them, Xiaomei ran to the kitchen, and when she entered the door, she found that her uniform had already been wet with sweat.

In the kitchen, the dishes have been stacked, and the proprietress is putting the finishing touches on it. Xiao Gao finished his work for a while, holding the teacup and drinking tea against the cupboard. Cheng Peng was leisurely, playing with a rolling pin in his hand, picking out stick flowers like Sun Wukong, and he was still vigorous.

I don't know, I thought they didn't take the boss lady seriously, but in fact, Qiao Yujun had such a habit. Except for Xiao Gao's hands-on washing and chopping vegetables, all the ingredients can only be touched by her before they are served. This habit of hers is due to strict requirements for hygiene.

Xiaomei closed the door and leaned against the door panel, snorting and panting. Looking at her sweaty appearance, Cheng Peng teased: "What's the matter, being chased by a tiger?"

"Cut, you really don't have a backache when you stand and talk, if it's really a tiger chasing you, forget it, it's a big deal to eat it. These three ......" Xiaomei shrugged her shoulders and grinned, indicating that it was difficult to explain.

Xiao Gao said: "Xiao Cheng, you don't know the difficulties of doing our business, especially Xiaomei, the greeter and waiter. It's usually okay, but in case you meet a guest with turtle hair, tsk...... Why, don't you believe it?" he looked at Cheng Peng deliberately defiantly.

Cheng Peng smiled: "Hehe." ”

Xiao Gao stretched out his hand at Xiaomei: "No way, people who haven't experienced it personally really don't understand the hardships of this industry." ”

"Cheng Peng, why don't you go and deliver food!" Xiaomei was finally instigated by Xiao Gao, and Chong Cheng Peng vented all the anger and pressure in her stomach, "Hmph, otherwise you really don't have a backache when you sit and talk." ”

"Okay, I'll go. Cheng Peng stepped into the pit as Xiao Gao wished. It's just that he likes it, because he thinks that those three people are not good, and wants to know why they are here.

"Alright, let's serve. Qiao Yujun straightened up, and there was a crystal bead of sweat on her forehead that was slowly condensing.

Cheng Peng agreed, picked up the tray and opened the door and walked out. Qiao Yujun was stunned for a moment, and even shouted and shouted, but the others had already entered the lobby.

Qiao Yujun was very worried, she was afraid that Cheng Peng would anger a certain diner and cause trouble for her and himself. She followed almost without thinking, and when she reached the door, she was amazed. There was no noise in the lobby, but there was a dead silence.

She quietly looked in through the crack in the door, and saw Cheng Peng standing in front of the table, the three of them holding chopsticks in their hands, in different postures, but without exception, they all had dementia expressions.

Qiao Yujun couldn't help but be stunned: "What's going on?"

"Hey!"

"Hey~"

"Oops!"

The three began to sigh one after the other, but without exception they were all sighs of contentment.

Cheng Peng smiled and said, "The three of you are happy to eat?"

"Happy, of course happy, especially this phoenix, it's really worthy of its name!" said the eldest of the three.

At this time, the delicacy had already diluted his memory, and it seemed that Shen Tingchao's task was already a matter of the ancient flood period. A few of them have eaten to the point of forgetfulness.