"Miss, they're coming." Chaolu interrupted the two of them looking at each other, ignoring Chu Hanye's unhappy face and cold eyes.

I saw about a dozen people following Chao Lu, and when they saw Di Qingsu and Chu Hanye, they hurriedly saluted.

The old man at the head sighed in his heart, and the cold, domineering and cold Night King sat next to the delicate Miss Nine, but the picture was harmonious and elegant, just like the story that Miss Nine told today, since ancient times, heroes and beauties have been matched.

"Are you the shopkeeper of Tingfeng Tower?" Di Qingsu motioned for everyone to get up and asked the old man at the head.

"Back to Miss Jiu's words, the old slave Qian Wu has been listening to Fenglou for more than ten years. These are all old guys who have been working in Tingfeng Building for more than ten years. Qian Wu replied respectfully.

Di Qing Su glanced at everyone one by one, and nodded: "Now that the wind building has changed hands, I Di Qing Su who you want to stay will not be treated badly." But you are not allowed to have two hearts, you must be loyal to Tingfeng Tower, loyal to my Emperor Qingsu, and loyal to Chu Hanye. I don't force myself to go if I want to, now is the opportunity. ”

Emperor Qingsu would not correct their claims. The master is the master, and the servant is the servant. In this Lingbo continent, they are shouting for human rights on their own, trying to change their deep-rooted thinking and preach that everyone is equal will only be regarded as a monster.

It's just a name. She will not treat everyone who does things for her heart.

"Back to Miss Jiu's words, the old slaves are all people who drag their families, and they will only be loyal to Tingfeng Lou, Miss Jiu, and the Night King as always." Qian Wu led everyone to kneel down and swear loyalty.

"Get up. Of course I believe in you. Since you are all old people who listen to the wind building, and you are all willing to stay, my Emperor Qingsu welcomes you. Chaolu, show them the contract, and press the handprint if you want. ”

Qian Wu quickly looked at the contract and quickly signed his name. Does he dare to say no? The prince is watching it with fierce eyes. But it's a good contract.

Other people also sign the signature, the handprint of the handprint.

So refreshing and not suspicious, Di Qingsu slanted at Chu Hanye, who was deliberately looking at the sky.

"Don't worry, this contract is a guarantee for you. You work hard for Tingfeng Building, not only can you learn a skill, but also have a stable guarantee. Money shopkeeper, this is what I wrote about the places that need to be reformed and some business suggestions in Tingfeng Building, and you are responsible for it. Who are the chefs? ”

After the money shopkeeper put away the few pieces of paper handed to him by Di Qingsu, he stood aside, and several people walked out of the crowd one after another.

It seems that they are in charge, and several people introduce themselves one by one and report their jobs and responsibilities in the kitchen.

They don't believe that this Miss Nine will be able to cook? She tells stories, and that's pretty much it.

You must know that Tingfeng Tower's meals are among the best in the entire capital, do they still need to learn? Which one doesn't have twenty years of experience, and if you look at it, who has the ability to teach them.

Chu Hanye on the side also looked at her, and at the same time looked at her delicate and slender hands from time to time, and raised her eyebrows from time to time.

If Su Su knew how to cook, Chu Hanye imagined that scene in his mind......

After listening to each introduction, Di Qingsu began to start from the first one: "Thirty-six kitchen techniques, frying, stir-frying, stir-frying, frying, cooking, exploding, stewing, grilling, stewing, burning, steaming, ......"

Everyone present widened their eyes, rubbed them, and continued to stare again, didn't they? How does Miss Nine know more proficient than those of them who have been in the kitchen for decades, and the head is the way.

Could it be that Miss Nine can also cook? Listening to her in such detail and the changes and management that the kitchen will be made, it should not be just a rhetoric on paper. You must know that there is a craft that can support the family by eating, and that is a matter of honoring the ancestors. If you want to worship a good master, you have to play miscellaneous for many years, and you can only worship the master who can be a little disciple by asking acquaintances to send money and gifts and saying good things.

If you don't stay up for five or eight years, you won't be able to get on the stove, and you will never be like Miss Nine who is pouring her money into it.

She's pointing out everyone's strengths, weaknesses, and how they can improve.

They looked at her with both belief and suspicion.

Seeing the unconvincing in these people's hearts, Di Qingsu asked Chaolu next to him: "Are you ready?" ”

"Yes, Miss, it has been prepared as you have ordered."

"Let's go. Chefs, partners, it will all depend on you in the future. The group followed her into a spacious room.

This is a kitchen, but the decoration, equipment, and space utilization in it amazes everyone. The white walls are made of marble, the white cooktop is made of unknown materials, the wide tables, cutting boards, and various kitchen utensils are all available, and there are many utensils that have never been seen neatly displayed on the knife holder, flashing with sharp knife light.

Di Qingsu changed into a white dress, tied an apron, pulled up his long hair and wore a white hat and walked out of the inner room.

She didn't say anything, went to the edge of the pool and fished out a fish and put it on the board. Bloodletting, scraping the scales, gutting, separating the flesh and bones into the fillet, and then cooking it in a minute until the finished product comes out, followed by shrimp ......

Chu Hanye felt that this picture appeared so quickly. It's so cozy, it's the taste of real home. When I got home, my wife was waiting, there was a steaming meal, there were caring words, there was the soft language of the two under the lamp, there was the joy of the boudoir with eyebrows, and there was a heart to know each other.