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Zhang Ang hurriedly brought out the prepared meal and went up to ask for warmth.

"You're back, has that sword technique come in handy? You look tired, doesn't it matter?" Zhang Ang said.

"It's okay, I'm fine, the plan is going well, this time it's really thanks to the swordsmanship you gave me, if the "Eighteen Mountains and the Connection of Swordsmanship" is excellent, the "High-level Swordsmanship Techniques and Their Applications to Change the Flexibility and Ductility of Metal Sword Blades with Internal Force" that you gave me yesterday is really a perfect match with the swordsmanship of our academy, the two swordsmanship together, the power is completely doubled, and the change of moves is even more exponentially increased. In short, thanks to you. Miss Sophie praised Zhang Ang while holding a roast chicken leg to eat.

Zhang Ang thought to himself: When will you give me the money for the cheats? But he said, "It's okay, it's okay, it's all what I should do." ”

"How are you doing today, are you having fun in the cafeteria, have you shown your hand to shake them?" asked Miss Sophie, taking a sip of the mushroom soup.

"Well, alas, it's a long story......" Zhang Ang recounted what had happened.

"Ah, that's it, don't worry, I'll fix it for you tomorrow. Miss Sophie smiled comfortingly, and then wiped out another pot of fillets.

With Miss Sophie, Zhang Ang always has the feeling of being raised by a rich woman, then eating soft rice, hugging his thighs, eating and waiting for death. It made him feel bad.

So he said: "Don't be so troublesome, anyway, I'm not short of money now, I don't have to go to work, and it's not good to practice martial arts at home." ”

Miss Sophie put down a pot of beef tenderloin in her hand, stopped eating, stared at Zhang Ang's eyes, and said seriously: "I can see that you don't like martial arts, but prefer cooking, I just hope you can live the life you like, that's all." ”

Zhang Ang fell silent all of a sudden, and he suddenly felt that he was useless.

The two of them didn't say anything all night, and Xiaolou was silent.

The next day, Miss Sophie went out before dawn.

Zhang Ang felt very confused, and he was still lying on the bed and unwilling to get up.

At this time, he heard a knock on the door, and when he opened it, it was the blonde **** Sofina he saw last time.

She got straight to the point: "I'll come over to inform you that you can go to work in another cafeteria at the academy." Their chef happened to be back to his hometown, and Sophie said that you are a good cook, and recommended that you go over and manage it for a few days. ”

"Where is the other cafeteria?" Zhang Ang was puzzled.

"You go east, the building near the entrance of the academy is, go over by yourself, and you can still catch lunch. Sofina was a little impatient, dropped the sentence, and left.

Zhang Ang had no choice but to follow the path to find it.

There was indeed a house somewhere, looking a little dilapidated, and people were constantly coming in and out of it, but none of them were students of the academy.

When he walked in, Zhang Ang realized that this cafeteria was a canteen for the students' maids, servants, guards, and coachmen.

Walking into the back kitchen, the chefs inside looked very old and listless.

The food prepared was also monotonous, with a spoonful of thick black bean soup poured into one dish and a piece of black bread topped with it.

The people outside also ate sadly, grinning one by one, with bitter faces, as if they were being tortured.

"I'm Li Ang, I've been sent to manage you, are you usually just making these things?" Zhang Ang's chef's soul was already burning, he couldn't stand the sad scene in front of him, and he decided to be full of fighting spirit.

"Ah, it's Chef Leon, you're here. What do we all do, and it was the same when Chef Brown was here, anyway, we are all subordinates, and it would be nice to fill our stomachs. It was a white-haired old man who spoke.

"I don't care if you did this before, now that I'm here, I'm going to follow my rules!" Zhang Ang picked up the pot of black bean soup and threw it outside.

"What ingredients do you have here, quickly take them out, let me show you what real food is!" Zhang Ang rolled up his sleeves and shouted loudly.

Everyone was startled by Zhang Ang's actions, but they still took action when they heard the words, and after a while, a large bag of shriveled peas, a large bag of flour mixed with black and yellow unknown substances, and a small bag of coarse salt were placed in front of Zhang Ang.

"That's all?" Zhang Ang continued.

"This, this, before I have time to buy, there are only these three left. The old man was a little trembling.

"Three things are three, cheer up and listen to me. Zhang Ang thought for a moment and came up with a plan.

"You, you, you, you three, these beans are stone-pounded into powder. You, you, you, the three of you are responsible for sifting the flour clean, I want pure white flour!" Zhang Ang named them to act: "And you, go and fetch a few buckets of clean water!" The old man was also sent out.

When everything was ready, Zhang Ang first boiled a pot of boiling water, scooped out a bowl of boiling water to melt the coarse salt, and then filtered the salt water with gauze several times.

Then the pea flour and flour are mixed together, and the salt water is added to knead the dough, and with Zhang Ang's light and regular movements, the large dough becomes a small dough, and the small dough becomes a slender pale green noodle.

Then pour the salted water into the pot, put the dough in turn, and the bowls of clear soup and grain noodles will come out of the pot, and continue to supply the people in the hall who have been waiting impatiently.

Hungry and panicked, people hurriedly took the noodles and ate them. As soon as the steaming noodles entered their mouths, everyone's faces showed expressions of surprise, and the entire hall resounded with the sound of "purring" sucking noodles.

A bowl of belly, everyone was full of praise, and people kept shouting:

"One more bowl!"

"Hurry up and give me another bowl. ”

"That's what people eat, what you used to make. ”

"Ah, it's delicious, this noodle is so delicious. ”

"What kind of noodles is this, why didn't you do it before?"

......

Everyone in the kitchen looked at the expectant, approving faces outside the window, and they were all stunned, and they just stood there for a long time.

"What's the fuss, it feels like it's down there. Zhang Ang woke them up, and everyone continued to get busy.

Finally, after the rush hour at noon, everyone was tired and collapsed on the ground, but everyone had a happy smile on their faces.

The fat old man was also holding a pile of copper and silver coins, and his eyes narrowed with joy, and he smiled: "Ah, this noon earns more than we used to make in a week, if only we could earn so much every day." ”

"If you think about it, the food you originally provided was poor, and the people who ate it were less, of course, made less money, and then the ingredients purchased were even worse, the food was even worse, and the money was less, so in a vicious circle, where can you make money. In short, as long as you follow me and work hard in the future, you will always be able to make the best food and make the most money!" Zhang Ang stood up and declared loudly.

There was a round of applause from the small kitchen.