Of course, following Fang Xiaoyue to earn a small amount of money is the confidence that he is willing to take out the money, otherwise, just relying on his salary in the transportation team will definitely not be enough.

But in any case, after Wang Sanhe moved into the small western-style building, it was much more convenient to practice boxing with Fang Xiaoyue, and there was a lot less time delayed on the road.

And because the efficiency of the transport team is getting worse and worse, Wang Sanhe simply went to the transport team to go through the procedures of suspension without pay three days after staying in the small western-style building.

Fang Xiaoyue didn't know this, and by the time he knew, the matter was already a foregone conclusion.

This is an extra mouth to eat out of thin air.

Although he did not officially accept the other party as an apprentice, after getting along with each other during these times, Wang Sanhe was quite reliable, diligent, and busy, waiting comfortably for his master.

In such a situation, no matter how ruthless Fang Xiaoyue was, it was impossible to kick the other party away.

After five or six days of preparation, and after contacting the vendors who delivered the vegetables and meat, he built a cart himself.

This cart is a must, otherwise, it will be a hassle to move to the night market and move back with such a large pile of things for cooking.

This cart is very exquisitely made, the bottom is a lattice for vegetables, meat, rice, etc., the upper layer is a lattice for coal, and the upper layer is a fire layer, and above the fire layer are several stoves for cooking rice and stir-frying.

To say that burning coal is not as convenient as liquefied gas, but it is too troublesome to buy liquefied gas in Zhanghe County.

Therefore, he made a design on the fire layer and the stove to allow the fire to gather, so that when cooking rice and stir-frying, it is no less than liquefied gas.

In the evening, Fang Xiaoyue set off, and Wang Sanhe followed behind with a cart.

If the master has something, the disciple will do his best.

Besides, after practicing with Fang Xiaoyue for so long, Wang Sanhe still has made some progress, and there is still no problem in pushing a cart with a load of five or six hundred catties like this.

When they arrived at the night market, they were still a little late, and this night market opened early.

A series of stalls such as barbecue, seafood, fried corn and potatoes, wonton dumplings, fried rice and so on were set up early, and those bosses were busy receiving guests, and they didn't notice the appearance of Fang Xiaoyue, the former night market hero.

Of course, this is also a good thing for him, after all, his entry into the night market is equivalent to stealing business, no matter how you say it, you can't be too high-profile, otherwise, it will attract hostility.

It's just that the disadvantage of coming late is that the better position is occupied by other bosses early, and they can only stop in the most remote part of the night market, heat up the cold rice, put a wok on the shelf, boil the pot, pour hot oil, and then fry a plate of assorted fresh food with garlic, corn, cowpeas, etc.

Of course, this is not that Fang Xiaoyue wants to eat when she is hungry, but wants to use the aroma of stir-fried food to attract guests.

Fang Xiaoyue is not a fool, she has already calculated this situation, and now, it is just a step-by-step operation.

Sure enough, as the scent of the assorted fresh quickly spread outward, two guests soon arrived.

One of the young men wearing glasses, with a slightly protruding belly, wearing a white shirt, who looked a little more gentle than Fang Xiaoyue, came over and looked at the assorted fresh food placed on the side, and then asked, "Boss, what can you do here?" ”

What can be done?

This sentence made Fang Xiaoyue, who was a level 10 cook, feel offended!

He wanted to throw out a sentence, I can do anything!

But looking at the vegetables and meat under the cart, he replied very heartily: "You can make small fried meat, Kung Pao Chicken ..........."

I have to say that just the vegetables and meat under his cart can be combined into more than ten dishes, which is already very good.

But this also made Fang Xiaoyue feel that his cart was not big enough, if he could drive an RV over and hang a fresh-keeping warehouse behind the RV, then his cooking skills would be maximized.

Of course, if he really had the money to buy a house and a fresh warehouse, he wouldn't have gone to the night market to do this business.

No way, people have to bow their heads when they get to a low place.

"Let's have a kung pao chicken, let's go back to the pot meat, how about you?"

The white-shirted man turned his head and asked his friend next to him, his friend was wearing a beige shirt and looked a little greasy: "I'll add a boiled cabbage, tofu and cabbage soup, and two bowls of rice." ”

Two meats, one vegetarian and one soup, Fang Xiaoyue immediately stir-fried on the stove.

For him, who is already level 10 in cooking, cooking is really a thing that is integrated into his body instinct.

A piece of pre-divided pork belly is taken out, placed on the board supported next to the cart, and the pork belly becomes a neat little piece with a few sounds.......

While waiting for the meat to come back to the pot, Fang Xiaoyue was distracted and started a few other dishes.

Looking at the flying knife light on the board, Wang Sanhe's eyes showed admiration, while the eyes of the two diners were shocked.

They felt like they were in the wrong place, sitting on a TV magic show, otherwise, how could that chef be so good?

I'm afraid I can't practice this knife work for fifty or sixty years.

The eyes of the two of them continued to move with Fang Xiaoyue's kitchen knife, they were both stunned, and they were still whispering in their mouths: "This brother can't be the chef of any place, right?" ”

"Are you going to accept apprentices?"

"Impossible, come to our little place?"

.........

After that, the two were about to fight.

But when the dishes were served on the table, the tempting aroma of the dishes penetrated into the nostrils, and the two of them could still take care of the dispute, grabbing the chopsticks and stretching them towards the plate.

However, at this time, the two pairs of chopsticks soon began to fight.

No way, whether it's back to the pot meat, or kung pao chicken or boiled cabbage, even the last tofu cabbage, it can make people's teeth fall off.

When Wang Sanhe brought the white rice he had carefully cooked, he was shocked to find that there was already a disc on the table.

How else to eat?

"Let's have another pot of meat, it's too fragrant and glutinous."

The man in the white shirt couldn't help but start adding vegetables, while the man in the yellow shirt had a different opinion: "Let's add a kung pao chicken, that one is more delicious." ”

"Nope! Back to the pot meat is king! ”

"Kung Pao Chicken!"

The two argued again, making Wang Sanhe worry that the two of them would accidentally knock off the table.

Fortunately, when Fang Xiaoyue's attention was attracted by the two of them and came over with a kitchen knife, the two immediately coaxed, and finally each ordered a dish, but the other party was not allowed to eat their own dishes.

It can be seen that with just such a meal, the relationship between the two friends who seem to be close to each other has broken down, and maybe they will part ways after today.