Chapter 61 Han Guishan
Director Han couldn't help but glance at the vegetable dumplings in his hand.
It's just a very ordinary vegetable dumpling. The method of adding pickles is exactly the same as when I was a kid. But when I was a kid, the noodles were rougher, and rice bran and rice paste were added. It's best to add a bunch of wild vegetables to make soup. Three meals a day. Eat them all.
The most important thing is that this vegetable dumpling reminds him of his long-dead mother.
The daughter of a cook, the best dish she cooks in her life is vegetable dumplings.
"Which little classmate made this pickle dumpling?" School Director Han couldn't help but ask.
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The little classmate who is making pickled vegetable dumplings is now being heated up by the spicy chicken.
Jiang Feng no longer remembers how many glasses of water he drank. It was basically a piece of meat and a mouthful of water. It was so spicy that tears almost filled his eyes.
Jiang Feng even felt that his mouth was swollen.
Upon touching it, it seems to be really swollen.
As a native of Shu, Wu Minqi couldn't understand how Jiang Feng could be so spicy with just spicy chicken. In order to take care of the primary school students who couldn't eat spicy food, Wu Minqi didn't even use fresh chili peppers. Sprinkle a handful of peppercorns.
In the first twenty years of his life, the spiciest food Jiang Feng had ever eaten was the kebabs that Chen Xiuxiu took him to eat in an alley when he was in high school. Later, he went to the hospital for two days because of vomiting and diarrhea due to uncleanliness. But compared with Wu Minqi's spicy chicken, those skewers of mutton skewers that were so spicy that Jiang Feng gasped were just mediocre.
Jiang Feng realized for the first time that he really couldn't eat spicy food.
Despite being turned into a sausage mouth by the spicy food, Jiang Feng still ate everything on the plate.
"Shall we make dinner later?" After eating, Wu Minqi sat in her seat, eager to try.
Unlike Jiang Feng, she can practice in her own shop every day. Since going to college, except for occasionally helping out in the kitchen when she goes home during holidays, this is her first time cooking in City A.
Jiang Feng could tell that Wu Minqi was feeling itchy.
But he poured cold water on Wu Minqi: "I don't care about dinner."
Wu Minqi's face was full of regret.
"President, hello, the store is open in the school, and you can stay in the kitchen at any time." Wu Minqi said with great envy.
Thinking about the taste of the food he just ate, Jiang Feng suddenly had an idea.
"Do you... usually have a lot of classes?" Jiang Feng knew that Wu Minqi studied food and nutrition. The major sounded very good but the courses were not good at all. The heavy coursework was an engineering major.
"I don't go there very often." Wu Minqi skipped classes with confidence. "I thought I was majoring in food ingredients at first, but I didn't expect that I was majoring in chemistry."
Jiang Feng:...
As we all know, if you want to learn about ingredients, you should go to the East.
"Ahem, if you run away... and don't go to class, why not come to our store to help? You can use the kitchen at your disposal. I have four stoves in the kitchen," Jiang Feng said.
We also happen to be short of a Sichuan chef.
Jiang Jiankang's taste for sweet and spicy food does not exist.
A healthy stir-fry restaurant loses if you find the word spicy on the menu.
Wu Minqi's eyes suddenly lit up: "Can you still use the kitchen at home?!"
“It can be used only when customers order food.”
"That's okay!" Wu Minqi was going crazy trying to cook during this period.
There will be no holidays after the National Day this semester. Before today, Wu Minqi had not touched a kitchen knife or pot for almost three months. She was chopping carrots in her dreams at night.
In a sense, she is a bit of a cook.
"Come when you are free." Jiang Feng never mentioned salary.
Wu Minqi also didn't realize that Jiang Feng actually asked her to be a chef in the store. She even thanked Jiang Feng in her heart for providing her with a place to practice cooking. After all, she was not paid when she helped in Wu's restaurant.
Besides, she is not short of money. Although Mr. Wu has strict requirements on the cooking skills of his juniors, he has always been generous with money. As long as it does not involve pornography, gambling or drug money, he can spend it casually.
After reaching a friendly agreement, the two started messing around.
In the afternoon, students from the Music and Dance Academy who were good at singing and dancing performed for the lonely elderly people. Jiang Feng decided to go early to get a good seat. On weekdays, you have to grab tickets for any activities held by the Music and Dance Academy. It would be good if the chess club can get two tickets. They are all the ones on the outer edge and close to the door. Jiang Feng has been there once, and even the ones dancing on the stage I couldn't even see the young lady's face clearly.
This time, Jiang Feng decided to take advantage of the situation and get a seat!
Before Jiang Feng could find where the performance hall was, he was pulled away by the powerful Teacher Chen who appeared out of nowhere.
"Director Han is looking for you!" Teacher Chen pulled Jiang Feng to the performance hall.
You said it was a coincidence, but Director Han was in the performance hall.
"What Director Han?" Jiang Feng didn't know anything about the internal personnel structure of Chenfeng Elementary School.
"Director Han is one of the five directors in our school. He wants to talk to you about the vegetable dumplings you made for lunch today." Teacher Chen only knew this much.
Jiang Feng was shocked.
No way, the stomachs of rich people these days are so delicate. Will you get sick after eating a pickle dumpling?
They are all fine grains, no coarse grains!
Jiang Feng followed Teacher Chen to the performance hall anxiously.
Everyone was decorating the venue. In fact, it was just a group of primary school students placing flowers on the seats and pasting decorations made of plastic and ribbons on the wall. Those decorations were quite ugly and it looked like they were handmade by everyone.
There are no students from University A, so they are probably preparing in the background.
Jiang Feng heard that the performing students at the Music and Dance Academy had been rehearsing for several weeks and took it very seriously.
Only people like Jiang Feng who didn't care about the event knew that the location of this volunteer event was Chenfeng Elementary School, and Liu Qian knew it three days before him.
Director Han is on the second floor.
Teacher Chen left consciously after bringing the people there. There were only two people on the second floor, Principal Han and Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng couldn't help but feel a little nervous, but seeing that Director Han was smiling and looking kind, he didn't look like he was looking for trouble after eating too much. At the same time, he was also confused as to what the director of a private aristocratic primary school wanted to do with him, a student of University A. .
The most important thing is that Jiang Feng looks familiar to the Han school director in front of him.
It seems that I have seen him in person or in photos some time ago.
Could it be...that he is a customer in the store?
Has the customer class of healthy stir-fry restaurants risen to such a high level?
"Classmate Xiao Jiang." Director Han said, "Don't be nervous. I came to see you because I have something to ask you."
"Ding."
Jiang Feng:? ? ?
What's going on with the game dinging? ? ?
Talk, you clearly have customer service and you have received feedback from players, you have the ability to update, you have the ability to finish what you say next!
Nothing happens to the game.
"That...Mr. Han...Mr. Han, have we met somewhere?" Jiang Feng felt that he was not a student of Chenfeng Elementary School and it seemed a bit inappropriate to call Director Han the school director, but the more he looked at Han School, the more he looked at it. Dong felt that he looked more and more familiar.
Director Han was stunned for a moment, then smiled randomly and said: "Xiao Jiang may have seen my photo and forgot to introduce myself. I am Han Guishan."
Han Guishan!
Great tasting boss!
Jiang Feng knew why he felt that Han Guishan looked familiar. He had visited the official website of Good Taste when he was searching for competitions in the morning, and Han Guishan's photo was on the official website.
And...
Compared with real people, the photos seem to be photoshopped.
The eyes are big, and all the skin whitening and face slimming are done.
"Excuse me, does Mr. Han need my help?" Jiang Feng asked. He didn't think the good-tasting boss needed his help.
"It's like this. I had the honor to taste the pickled dumplings made by Xiao Jiang at noon today. I think it has a very good meaning of remembering the bitter and thinking of the sweet. I want to carry out educational activities on remembering the bitter and thinking of the sweet in the company, so I want to invite you Help me make a batch of pickled vegetable dumplings like today." Han Guishan said.
Jiang Feng was speechless and choked.
The boss of this old flavor really has a different idea. He even thought of carrying out educational activities in the company while eating vegetable dumplings.
However, the pickled dumplings belong to the game menu, and Jiang Feng could only make 60 of them a day, so he refused: "I'm sorry, Mr. Han, I can only make a maximum of 60 pickled dumplings a day, so I may not be able to meet your requirements."
"Sixty is enough, ten a day is enough." Han Guishan said, seeing Jiang Feng's slightly surprised look in his eyes, he explained, "I want to start this activity slowly, starting with the top management of the company."
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Jiang Feng:...
Boss Han is indeed a very thoughtful boss. His ideas and brain circuits are completely different from those of normal people.
"Ten a day is no problem, one group of six, two groups of twelve a day, what do you think?" Jiang Feng said.
"Also, I have a heartfelt request. Can you please come to my house, Xiao Jiang, to make these pickled vegetable gardens?" Han Guishan continued.
Jiang Feng:? ? ?
What's wrong with this boss Han, that he's getting into trouble with pickled dumplings?
"It's like this. I want to learn this dish by myself first and make it for my son to eat later. That boy has been pampered since he was a child and should suffer a little. The price is not an issue. I also need to trouble Xiao Jiang to make a special trip. What do you think of the reward of one thousand a day?" Han Guishan asked.
one thousand!
Billionaire Jiang Feng was stunned by Han Guishan's generosity on the spot.
Although Boss Han has a strange mind and unique ideas, he is very generous! At first, Jiang Feng just wanted to sell the lions for six yuan each and still get a bargain, but he didn't expect Han Guishan to directly offer a price of one thousand yuan.
One thousand yuan buys 12 vegetable dumplings, and you can’t buy any dumplings.
Jiang Feng agreed on the spot.
Then I got Han Guishan’s WeChat account.
When Jiang Feng went downstairs, he felt a little restless.
This feeling was like money falling from the sky. It was thrown at Jiang Feng without being thrown at anyone. Even the wind blowing in the face was fanned with soft girl coins.
When Jiang Feng floated to the door, he was caught by the sharp-eyed student union officer.
"Jiang Feng, why are you running to the second floor? By the way, where is your program? You are the only one who didn't sign up for the program." The student union officer had a small notebook in his left hand and a pen in his right hand.
"Program, what program?" Jiang Feng was sobered by the money.
"Each club must put on one performance for the afternoon. Didn't the student union notify us via text message last week? Didn't you receive it?" asked the student union officer.
Jiang Feng took out his cell phone and flipped through it for a long time, finally finding the notice sent by the student union last week among the intercepted text messages.
As for why the number of the student union officer was intercepted...
Jiang Feng looked at the sky silently.
"Performance...performance..." Jiang Feng really couldn't think of anything else he could do well besides eating, sleeping and cooking, so he simply broke the jar and said, "I perform chopping vegetables."
"Huh? Cutting vegetables?" The student union officer was dumbfounded.
"Yes, chop vegetables!" (End of Chapter)