"Are you stopping for a meal or staying overnight?"

When the waiter at Yuemanlou saw Xie Yunjiao walk in, he glanced at her lazily and asked slowly and calmly.

It's because Xie Yunjiao was dressed in ordinary clothes and didn't look like someone who could come here to spend money.

Xie Yunjiao could tell what the waiter was thinking at a glance.

Although he was quite contemptuous, she was indeed short of money and could not afford to spend money in such a place.

"Neither. I'm here to apply for the position of chef."

"If you're not, then leave now and stop blocking our business," the waiter suddenly realized. He couldn't help laughing at the burly Xie Yunjiao. "No way, did I hear correctly? You're a woman applying for a job as a chef? Don't make me laugh. Leave now, leave now."

The waiter pushed Xie Yunjiao out like chasing away a fly.

However, Xie Yunjiao was tall and fat, so she gritted her teeth and stood still like a mountain.

The waiter tried his best to push Xie Yunjiao away, but he couldn't help but get angry: "What do you want? Do you know whose shop this is?"

"I told you I wanted to apply to be a chef, but you just wanted to drive me away."

"There's no woman in our kitchen except for those who wash vegetables and dishes. We don't hire women."

"Do you think that if there are no women, you won't hire women, or does your boss not want women?" Xie Yunjiao asked.

"Does it make any difference?" the waiter asked unhappily.

"Of course there is a difference. Your opinion of not hiring women is your own, not your boss's. What if your boss is in need of a chef like me?"

The waiter chuckled and looked at Xie Yunjiao's big and thick body. She didn't look like someone who had eaten good food.

Their Yuemanlou restaurants are spread all over Dazhou, and dignitaries always choose Yuemanlou when they dine out.

When Yuemanlou in Qinghe Town first opened, all the officials in the town came to show their support. It was such a grand scene that Xie Yunjiao, a country bumpkin, had definitely never seen before.

If the chef who originally worked here had not suddenly fallen seriously ill and his hands and feet had not become clumsy, the owner would not have had to hire someone else.

"What the hell is this fried food? It's so disgusting. Is the food from Yue Man Lou in Rong Man Zhou so bad?

I had high hopes, but ended up being utterly disappointed.”

There were sounds of shouting and cursing coming from upstairs, and someone was constantly apologizing to the guests.

Xie Yunjiao also saw another person standing next to the person who was apologizing, and he apologized together.

"Hey, didn't I tell you to leave? What are you still looking at?" It was the first time that the waiter had seen someone as shameless as Xie Yunjiao, and he couldn't get rid of her no matter how hard he tried.

"I know him." Xie Yunjiao pointed at the man.

"Butler Zhong?" A hint of doubt flashed across the waiter's eyes, but it quickly disappeared. "I'm afraid you know him, but he doesn't know you.

Everyone knows that Yue Man Lou belongs to the Zhong family. You are just farting like a fool. Get out of here, or I'll call someone to chase you away."

"Don't you want to save your Yue Man Lou's declining business? Or leave it to me."

Xie Yunjiao called out to Butler Zhong upstairs, "Butler Zhong."

Hearing his name being called, Butler Zhong turned his head and looked downstairs. When he saw Xie Yunjiao, he was stunned.

Xie Yunjiao once saved him, but he didn't seem to tell her about his identity.

How did she find herself here?

Could it be that she knew his identity and wanted to get something from him?

If this is true, this woman is too secretive. She actually planned for so long before taking action. It's really scary!

But when he saw the simple smile on Xie Yunjiao's face, he suppressed his suspicion and walked down: "Girl."

"My name is Xie Yunjiao." Xie Yunjiao said with a smile.

The waiter beside him was stunned. What on earth was going on? Did Xie Yunjiao really know Butler Zhong?

If this is true, then wouldn't he have offended someone?

If, he meant if, he apologized to Xie Yunjiao at this time, would Xie Yunjiao let bygones be bygones?

"Miss Xie," Butler Zhong's expression was somewhat dull. He really couldn't muster any enthusiasm. The troubles upstairs hadn't been resolved yet. Xie Yunjiao butted in again, "I wonder what you're talking about?"

"I think I can help you." Xie Yunjiao pointed upstairs.

Butler Zhong was stunned for a moment, remembering that he had bought some sugar-roasted chestnuts made by Xie Yunjiao, which tasted really good.

Could it be that she really has the ability?

But if it doesn’t work, wouldn’t it be a waste of effort and make the customer even angrier?

Xie Yunjiao saw Butler Zhong's hesitation. Naturally, they had to strike while the iron was hot in this matter. If they missed this opportunity, it would be difficult to apply for the job again.

"I'm confident I can help you conquer that discerning customer's taste buds. If it works, just say it's from Yue Man Lou. If it doesn't, just say it's mine. I'll take responsibility to the end."

Responsible? How could a nameless rural woman who needed to set up a stall be responsible?

Just as Butler Zhong was about to refuse, a fat man came down from upstairs.

His eyes were squeezed into two slits by the flesh on his face, but a shrewd light shone through the tiny slits.

He had a smile on his face and looked very amiable.

But no one who has been in the business world is as kind and amiable as they appear!

He noticed Xie Yunjiao the moment she called Butler Zhong. Now he had no choice but to give it a try.

"Old Zhong, let her try." Zhong Wanshan said.

"But, Master," Butler Zhong walked into Zhong Wanshan and whispered, "her origins are unknown."

"Doesn't she know you?" Zhong Wanshan asked.

"It was just a chance encounter."

At most, we met twice.

"Are you the host? Host, what would the guest like to eat?"

"It's just a simple fried rice, but he's had to change several chefs and none of them could make it taste the way he wants. Can you make it?"

Zhong Wanshan felt that the customer was very picky. He didn't say what was wrong, but said every fried rice was not tasty after tasting it.

All the chefs in the building tried it for the whole month, but they still couldn't find a satisfactory result.

I heard that someone would be sent from the capital, but I don't know if it was him. If it was really him, and Yuemanlou in Qinghe Town couldn't even make a small fried rice properly, once this got to the ears of the old lady in the capital, I'm afraid his position as the shopkeeper Zhong would be over.

No, he has to give it a try.

"Fried rice? Although it looks simple, it's the best way to test a cook's skills. Not everyone can make a good fried rice."

Zhong Wanshan and Butler Zhong were both stunned. Why did Xie Yunjiao's words sound exactly the same as those spoken by the guest above, and her tone was quite loud.

But when the customer got angry just now, Xie Yunjiao didn't seem to be here yet.

Could it be that Xie Yunjiao really knows how to make fried rice?

"Where is the kitchen? Take me there and let me show you what real fried rice is." Xie Yunjiao was ready to roll up her sleeves and get to work.

"Master, this..." Butler Zhong looked at Zhong Wanshan hesitantly.