Chapter 11 Potstickers (1)

At dusk, Zhang Caimai appeared in front of Zhao Kee's restaurant with a spirited half-Bailaosuo.

Looking at the crooked sign with the words "not welcome" standing at the door of the restaurant, Zhang Caimai was stunned for a moment, instinctively raised his eyes to look at the restaurant, but saw a mess in the restaurant: the dishes and chopsticks that had not had time to be cleaned up after eating lunch were still on the table and no one cared about them, and overturned tables and chairs, broken dishes and plates could be seen everywhere.

This is the case...... It's like there's a fight.

Zhang Caimai couldn't help frowning, and raised his foot and was about to enter the door, when he saw Wen Mingtang open the curtain and come out from behind.

What a coincidence! Zhang Caimai didn't bother to enter the door, and called the girl: "Little lady Wen!" ”

"Zhang Caimai!" Wen Mingtang saw Zhang Caimai greet him with a smile and looked at the old man on the side.

This...... Could it be that it is the head chef of the national prison chef that I said this morning?

said that when the old man saw Wen Mingtang, his heart suddenly cooled by half.

However, everyone came, so I was still patient, and asked Zhang Caimai: "......What is the chef you said with good craftsmanship?"

Zhang Caimai pointed to Wen Mingtang who came over and introduced: "This is Little Lady Wen, recommended by Zhao Sishan personally, and he decided to ask you to make no mistake among the young masters who are picky in the country!" ”

Originally, I thought that this matter should be a certainty, but it was just a scene.

As soon as the clinker said this, the old man's face immediately turned cold: "No need! Lao Suo shook his head and said, "She can't!" ”

Zhang Caimai, who heard this, suddenly became anxious: "Why can't it?" Master Jiang, are you afraid that her craftsmanship will not be able to hold up the table? It's okay, you can take the school one or two ......"

"It has nothing to do with craftsmanship!" Lao Suo shook his head, unceremoniously interrupted Zhang Caimai's words, pointed at Wen Mingtang, and said bluntly, "She looks so pretty, I'm afraid that the parents of those students are the first to disagree!" ”

As for what's going on? Lao Suo didn't wait for Zhang Caimai to ask, so he took the first step to explain.

"Why did the cook in front of you leave?" When Lao Su said this, he was still a little angry in his heart: "There is a cook surnamed Zhou in Dali Temple in front of us, although the craftsmanship is mediocre, I will not pick." What happened to you? Some time ago, a 14-year-old student went back and quarreled with his family to marry Chef Zhou! The student's family was furious at that time, and they ran to the Guozijian to make trouble for several days! ”

When Lao Suo said this, he still had a palpitating expression: "The chef Zhou in front of her is just a delicate appearance, and she is already like this." This little lady Wen has such a pretty appearance, no matter how delicious the cooking is, my country's chef doesn't dare to ask for it! ”

Zhang Caimai, who said a few words, was suddenly speechless: "......"

Wen Mingtang didn't expect that one day he would be rejected by the public chef because he was not ugly enough and not because his skills were not good.

The three of them were relatively speechless for a long time.

At this moment, Zhao Lian lifted the curtain and ran out from behind, her face was red and almost dripping blood: "Sister Wen, my mother and she are making trouble again, so I just found a white silk and said...... Say she hanged herself if you don't leave...... I can't pull ......."

Zhang Caimai and Lao Suo on the side were dumbfounded.

Wen Mingtang also promised Zhao Sishan to tell Zhang Caimai about the events of the past two days and let him tell him, so he told all the things he had encountered in Zhao Ji's restaurant in the past two days in a few words. Where did she get her face, this is the ...... that Yuerou bought"

"But Zhao Sishan is not here! It is difficult for a Qing official to decide family affairs, especially when she is not there at the moment, Zhao Dalang is her own brother, with this name, it is really troublesome for me to meddle here. When Lao Suo said this, he touched his chin and looked at Wen Mingtang who was standing there on the side, feeling a little weak inexplicably.

If she refuses because of other people's craftsmanship, she doesn't say it, but the reason for her refusal is that she is not ugly enough...... Well, it does make some sense.

Right now, seeing that this little lady was about to fall into a place, Jiang Laosuo thought for a while and said, "Actually, I have a ready-made place to go here!" ”

Zhang Caimai didn't expect Liu to come out like this, and he directly cried, made trouble, and hanged himself. At the moment, it is impossible to slowly help Wen Mingtang find another good place, so when he heard this, he hurriedly asked Jiang Laosuo: "Where to go?" ”

Jiang Laosuo picked his teeth and pointed in the direction of Zhuque Fang: "The Yamen chef of Dali Temple in front of Guozijian is short of people all year round!" ”

As soon as Zhang Caimai heard this, his face immediately changed, and he refused without thinking about it: "The Yamen chef of Dali Temple can't do it!" ”

Jiang Laosu glanced at him and said, "Do you think you can have such a job as a yamen chef at any time?" In addition to the Yamen of Dali Temple, it is really difficult to find a public chef who is short of people for a while! ”

Zhang Caimai glanced at Wen Mingtang on the side, with a hesitant look on his face.

To be honest, if you have time to find him slowly, you will never let Wen Mingtang go to the chef of Dali Temple! But right now, this little lady Wen is obviously running out of place! Although it's not that she can't go to the inn to live, but the little lady Wen is alone, and she has to think about living alone in the future, and it is really not cost-effective to waste money in the inn.

Glancing at Xiao Wen Mingtang standing there on the side, Jiang Laosu's face was slightly red, and he touched his nose embarrassedly: he originally promised Zhang Cai to buy it, and he didn't want to break his promise, but he really didn't expect this little lady Wen to look so pretty!

This morning, he was also called by Yu Sai Jiu to mention it, and Yu Sai Jiu clearly said: The new cook, whether male or female, can not be good-looking, and even those with good facial features are not the best.

Jiang Laosu also felt that this request was really outrageous, and muttered on the spot: "What I said is as if the chef has to find an ugly one!" ”

As a result, as soon as these words came out, Yu Saijiu slapped the food table at that time, and said: "You have to find an ugly one, and it can't affect the students' reading!" If the appearance of the indefinite students is lacking, it can also make the students spend less time on eating, and they can study harder, so that they can get out of the national prison early! ”

Jiang Laosuo, who said it, was amazed: It is worthy of sacrificial wine, and he can still think like this!

However, Yu Sacrificial Wine said so, even if he brought this Wen little lady back, he would not be able to pass the Yu Sacrificial Wine pass.

"Why don't you ask this little lady Wen to go to the Yamen Kitchen of Dali Temple for a while, and I'll help you pay attention to it these days," Jiang Laosu said, "When there is a vacancy in other yamen, then transfer this little lady Wen over." ”

As soon as these words came out, seeing that Zhang Caimai was still hesitating, Jiang Laosuo said again: "Although the chef of Dali Temple is a little difficult, it is not without benefits. There was a perennial shortage of people in that place, and I heard that the courtyards assigned to the public chef and the cook were empty. Wen Xiaoniang went in, and she could still get a single accommodation house, less trouble sharing with others, and it was a good thing that it was wrong! ”

Zhang Caimai fell silent.

Taking advantage of this, Wen Mingtang finally found an opportunity to interject, and she couldn't help but ask curiously: "Why do you treat this Dali Temple chef as a scourge of the flood beast?" ”