The old man gave her a scoop of cold water: "However, there is no female chef in the whole of Beijing, so you will die of this heart!" ”

It's not good, but it's honest.

Ren Yan looked for a job for five days, ran all over the mansion and courtyard, restaurants and tea shops, but there was an old mother who hired a girl, but she didn't want a female cook, and even gave her directions to Bada Hutong!

It's not that she looks down on servants, after all, cooks are also ninth-rate in these years.

The mother has been suffocated in the corner of the deep house compound for a lifetime, and it is not easy to teach her this craft.

The days are coming, but people can't make do with life.

So after the funeral for her mother, she asked everywhere who was recruiting the cook, first, the money in her hand was not enough to live for ten days and a half months, and second, she couldn't leave her craftsmanship behind.

Braids are easy to cut, and deep-rooted prejudices are hard to get rid of.

As long as people are men, they don't look down on girls, they take advantage of two sentences in their words, and turn their faces to pick up people.

There are also good words to persuade: "This is not a job you can do, if you offend the Lord of the Stove again, I can't get along with either side!" ”

As he spoke, there were signs on the roadside walls that said equal rights for men and women.

The yellowed note is rolled up, and it's the same as a joke!

Today is the sixth day, and if she returns in vain, she is really going to drink the northwest wind.

"Well, girl," the old man looked at her, "you don't really want to go to the Pheasant Hall, do you?" ”

Ren Yan dusted off the ash on his pants: "Yes, thank you!" ”

"Hey!"

She's gone.

The shopkeeper of the bun shop came with a bag of buns and threw them on the ground in disgust: "The girl paid the bill." ”

The old man squinted: "It's a pity, good girl! ”

"Yo, the beard is sticky, the eyebrows are painted, follow me here!"

Ren Yan held the kitchen knife in her hand, and watched the head of the Hongpheasant Hall remove the disguise from her face.

Tang Tou carried a loose beard and leaned over to look: "It's made with the shaver's hair, the most beautiful girl, with a vague brain?" ”

Ren Yan pulled his head.

After leaving Lao Zhaohua just now, she found a ready-to-wear shop and bought a man's clothes and pants, and for fear that her plain face would be recognized, she simply pasted two locks of beard.

Hongpheasant Tang recently hired two new celebrity chefs, and today she is recruiting apprentices, and the crowds who come here are crowded, and she was able to get through the tricks.

The origin of the household registration has been prepared for a long time, and she is even more afraid of the test of cooking skills.

The last level is the knife technique, and she uses a flower cutting knife.

Seeing the rock sugar radish being carved into a red lantern under the knife, who knew that this young Tang head had sharp eyes and recognized her identity.

He pointed in the direction of the door's face: "The girl's family is thin-faced, I won't say anything about the side, please!" ”

Ren Yan calmly strived for: "Where I am not enough, you can point it out!" ”

The head of the hall hugged his shoulders and was impatient: "You are a woman." ”

The coffin is conclusive.

Ren Yan replied: "Women are born insufficient? ”

In front of the case, more than a dozen gentlemen looked at her.

"When it comes to craftsmanship, I don't think I'm inferior to anyone else!" She put the palm-sized lantern on the plate, looked up and smiled, "If you want to talk about women, you are not inferior to men!" ”

The head of the hall was anxious, opened his mouth and scolded his mother, and heard someone outside reprimand: "What are you arguing about, the seventh master is here!" ”

The mahogany window inlaid in the wall was open, and a dozen people outside could be seen entering the door, and then two men in suits and leather shoes were arched upstairs, and the hall was full of greetings to the seventh master.

Gu Tingwen still looked like he was on the street before, noble and indifferent.

The man next to him casually asked, "What are you yelling about, why is it a woman and a man?" ”

The shopkeeper's robe came to the two men and whispered back.

Gu Tingwen stopped, stood at the top of the stairs and swept down.

He raised his eyes slightly and swept to Ren Yan, his gaze full of detachment.