Chapter 259 Xue Matchmaker

Matchmaker Xue opened the gate and let her in to sit down. "Your business is so good that you don't even have time to come and chat with me."

Old Mrs. Ma smiled helplessly, "I wouldn't come to your temple today for no reason."

"What's up?"

"Before, I thought you were no longer a matchmaker, so I didn't bother you. Now I'm afraid I have no choice but to look for you."

"For the marriage of your eldest grandson?"

"That's right."

Old Mrs. Ma briefly explained the whole story to her.

Matchmaker Xue sighed, "Mr. Hong did say before that he had set his sights on Qian Xiu Gu, and that no one else was allowed to accept the marriage proposal she had arranged. But today I heard that he's gone, so I can talk to you about this marriage."

"Old sister, we are close friends, but I have to trouble you for this matter."

"I watched Yuruo grow up, so I'll help you find a matchmaker."

Old Mrs. Ma stood up and thanked him: "Thank you."

"You're still so polite to me. When the matter is settled, you have to give me a big red envelope."

"Of course, of course." Seeing her agree, Mrs. Ma felt relieved.

Wen Zhenyi went to find Cheng Lesheng in the afternoon and said, "Master Cheng, I want to trouble you for something."

Cheng Lesheng fanned himself and raised his eyebrows at her: "What's the matter?"

"Where do you recruit apprentices for your shop?"

Cheng Lesheng put away the fan in his hand and looked her up and down: "You want to be an apprentice?"

"What a brain." A Xiang rolled his eyes.

When Cheng Lesheng heard what Ah Xiang said, he immediately got furious, like a cat whose tail was stepped on: "Ah Xiang, don't think I won't hit you just because you're a woman."

Ah Xiang crossed his arms and looked at him: "Can you beat him?"

"You..." Cheng Le was so angry that his teeth itched. He threw his sleeves and sat on the chair sulking.

Wen Zhen looked at the two of them and felt that they were probably incompatible.

"Master Cheng."

Cheng Lesheng was now angry, and his voice was a little impatient: "Male, female, how old are you?"

"How do you talk to my master like that? Believe it or not, I will beat you up." A Xiang got angry when he heard his tone.

Cheng Lesheng also stiffened his neck and shouted at her: "If you have the guts, hit me and try."

Wen Zhenyi saw that the two were about to fight and said: "Enough." Then he looked at Axiang and said: "Axiang, go buy me a fan."

Ah Xiang said reluctantly: "Yes."

Cheng Lesheng raised his eyebrows proudly, took out his fan and fanned himself.

Wen Zhenyi watched A Xiang leave, then said, "Ten years old, male."

Cheng Lesheng frowned slightly: "He's too young. What can he do? He can't carry anything on his shoulders or lift anything with his hands."

"Is there no easier work?"

Cheng Lesheng thought for a moment and said, "Call him over and let me take a look. Whether he can do this depends on whether he has talent."

"Thank you, Master Cheng. I'll ask Axiang to bring him over later."

"You should just let him do it himself! I still want to live two more years."

Wen Zhenyi smiled and shook his head.

Cheng Lesheng changed the subject: "Do you have any more kimchi you made? I'll buy some with you."

"how?"

"You taught me how to make pickled fish in the restaurant, didn't you? Having fish without pickled vegetables won't do. You might as well be a good person and stick to it."

Wen Zhenyi picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea: "Master Cheng, do you want to buy kimchi, or do you want the kimchi recipe?"

Cheng Lesheng smiled and moved closer: "If it's easy for you to make kimchi, then you can have kimchi. If it's troublesome to make, why don't you buy some ready-made ones."

Wen Zhenyi put down his teacup and said, "This kimchi fish uses a lot of kimchi ingredients. You won't need much if you make it yourself. Why don't you buy it ready-made, Master Cheng, and leave some food for the people?"

Cheng Lesheng knew that it would not be easy to buy a recipe from her: "The key is that my shop does not need so many pickles."

"This pickle isn't just for making kimchi fish."

“What else can it be used for?”

"This pickled cabbage can be used to make stir-fried pork with pickled cabbage, stir-fried beef with pickled bamboo shoots, stir-fried pork with pickled mustard greens, and pork porridge with pickled mustard greens. You can also add a spoonful of pickled chili peppers when stir-frying seafood, and the taste is completely different."

"Gulp." Cheng Lesheng swallowed his saliva. It seemed like he had never eaten these things before!

Wen Zhenyi had a smile on her lips. She wanted to be rich herself and also make the villagers rich, otherwise they would keep an eye on her family all day long and her life would be difficult in the future.

"Master Cheng, why don't you open a pickle shop? Although the profit is small, it is a daily necessity and can be delivered to more distant places."

Cheng Lesheng shook his head, making himself sober immediately: "You are trying to fool me again."

Wen Zhenyi leaned back in his chair: "When did I fool you? I just asked about the preserved eggs and salted duck eggs, have you made any money?"

It is impossible for Cheng Lesheng to say that he doesn't have any now. After all, many foreign merchants have come to him to buy preserved eggs and salted duck eggs, wanting to buy these novel ingredients from him.

He sighed and said, "Okay, but you have to cook it for me when the time comes."

"It's not easy, but it's too late this year. We can only wait until next year."

"Okay, but can you provide the kimchi I need for my shop?"

Wen Zhenyi touched his chin and thought for a moment: "Are you planning to sell as many orders as you can?"

"What's the problem?"

"Wouldn't it be better to have limited supply?" Wen Zhenyi looked at him with a smile.

"Limited supply?"

"You only offer five or ten servings of kimchi fish or your signature seasonal vegetables every day, and customers who come to your restaurant and don't get to try them feel embarrassed to leave. Isn't this a disguised way of increasing your income?"

Cheng Lesheng's eyes lit up and he gave her a thumbs up: "No wonder the old man said you are amazing."

After A Xiang bought the fan, he went to call Qian Tu over.

It was Qian Tu's first time to enter such a large and fine restaurant. He followed behind A Xiang a little awkwardly: "Sister A Xiang, what are you doing here?"

"You'll know in a moment."

Qian Tu stopped talking and just followed her into the room and saw the two people in the room.

Wen Zhenyi looked at Qian Tu and pointed at Cheng Lesheng: "That's him."

Cheng Lesheng looked Qian Tu up and down. He was thin and shorter than other children his age. His skin and hair were a little yellow. "Can you read?"

Qian Tu shook his head: "I can't read."

Cheng Lesheng looked at Wen Zhenyi and said, "This is a bit difficult. This is an easy job, but you need to be able to read and write."

When Qian Tu heard this, he immediately knew that Wen Zhenyi was looking for something for him to do, and he said anxiously: "Boss, I can mop the floor, wash the dishes, and wipe the table. I have a good memory."

Cheng Lesheng turned to look at Qian Tu again: "Can I be a waiter in the lobby of the restaurant?"

"Yes, yes."

"But let me be clear, this job is quite irritating. You have to keep a smile on your face at all times. It's also hard work. Can your body handle it?"