When Sun Aimin heard the boss talking about the seasoning and wanted him to teach the recipe to Wang Gang, he couldn't help laughing.

He looked at Wang Gang with a strange look and said, "Human energy is limited. If you put too much energy into thinking about people, you will naturally have less energy to get things done.

"I haven't learned it in several years, and I haven't taken the initiative to ask for help from my master. I'm afraid it's too late to learn now. After all, the relationship between us as master and apprentice has been severed..."

Although Wang Gang felt guilty, he pretended to be very aggrieved and said shamelessly: "What kind of master are you? You are hiding things all day long, afraid that others will learn from you. Don't think that you are the only one who can cook. There are many chefs who are better than you. It's up to you to teach me or not, don't expect me to bow my head and beg you..."

Then, he promised the boss, "Boss, don't worry. Even if there's no Mr. Sun, I can still help you run the kitchen. I've been learning a lot recently. Although I may be a little behind Mr. Sun now, it won't be long before I can surpass him..."

Sun Aimin snorted coldly and said, "They say that teaching an apprentice will starve the master to death. You haven't even taught the apprentice yet, and you're already leaving the master no chance to survive. Which master would dare to accept you as an apprentice in the future? Have you forgotten how I taught you step by step when you first came here?"

Without a chef, you're relying on your own guesswork? Stop using customers as test subjects and causing problems. The boss will have to clean up your mess then..."

Sun Aimin said this not simply to annoy Wang Gang, but because Wang Gang had indeed made a mistake in serving food to customers. After that, no big restaurant dared to hire him, and he couldn't accept the disparity in status and environment as a chef in a small restaurant.

Later, forced to make ends meet, he and his family pooled some money and opened a small noodle shop. However, in his haste to attract customers, he added contraband to the broth. The shop was shut down, and he was fined and sentenced. After his release, he had no desire to pursue a proper livelihood.

It can be said that the highlight of his life was the years when he worked as a thug for the Zhan Jinhua gang. It is said that he earned millions.

Wang Gang heard Sun Aimin's harsh words and wanted to argue with him, but was stopped by the manager and the boss.

The boss said, "Xiao Sun, calm down. Don't bother with a little apprentice. How about this? Can we buy your seasoning recipe? Just name your price!"

The chef's unique skill lies not only in his cooking skills but also in his secret recipe, which cannot be disclosed to others. This is a secret recipe passed down from his ancestors and improved through generations, so he naturally cannot sell it.

Moreover, even if these people wanted to steal, they had nowhere to steal. They had been learning from their father since they were young, and they had already memorized it and it was engraved in their minds. There was nothing written down on paper.

In response to his former boss's question, he replied, "I can certainly help prepare a table for that important guest you mentioned. However, I won't sell you the seasoning recipe. You've been in business for so long, you should know that this is the business of the diners, right?"

What else could the boss say? Still, he said, a little unwillingly, "How about this? Could you supply the seasonings you've prepared to our hotel? We use a lot of them, so it could be an additional source of income for you. That shouldn't be difficult, right?"

This is not a difficult matter for Sun Aimin. He is short of money now, and this is a way to make money.

According to his experience, this hotel can use about 50 to 60 kilograms of this seasoning powder a month. If the raw materials are purchased, the cost is about 20 yuan per kilogram. It is not too much for him to sell it for 50 yuan per kilogram, right?

Finally, Sun Aimin agreed to arrange for the important customer's table to be served the following evening, with a reward of 600 yuan. The seasoning powder would be supplied to the hotel at 50 yuan per kilogram.

The boss's secretary drafted a contract for the seasoning powder on the spot, tentatively signing a one-year contract for 60 kilograms per month at 50 yuan per kilogram. Sun Aimin could then negotiate a lower price with the hotel, depending on the price of the raw materials.

Sun Aimin didn't expect that this trip was not in vain. The contract he signed could bring him an income of nearly 2,000 yuan per month.

He couldn't help but sigh now, how foolish he had been before. If he had known that the ancestral recipe could make money like this, why would he have worked so hard?

But that was just his thought. He still had to do what he had to do, and he was also planning to go to Mafang City to do some big work!

In their previous life, despite having Sun Xiaohao, that trouble-making child, to drag them down, the couple still managed to earn money and buy several storefronts and properties. Even if this life is not so good, it will definitely be better than the previous one!

Especially when his tens of millions of assets were almost lost under the pursuit of criminal gangs, Sun Aimin, who now has only 100,000 yuan in his hands, feels that tens of millions of assets are really not worth mentioning. Once something big happens, this money can only hold out for a while.

So he could no longer make money in a carefree manner like in his previous life, but had to do his best to make a lot of money.

Now that he had a source of income, Sun Aimin was no longer so panicked. He returned home quite relaxed and shared the good news with his family.

This conversation also provided him with some new ideas and gave him more ideas for making money.

After signing the contract, the hotel finance department paid half of the seasoning fee. Early the next morning, he went to buy all the necessary seasonings, went home and prepared them according to the ratio, and packed the seasonings into six thicker plastic bags at ten kilograms per bag. He then sealed the bags with hot iron sheets, rode his bicycle to deliver them to the hotel, and received the remaining payment.

In just half a morning, he earned 1,800 yuan. It felt so good.

Although this amount of money is far from enough for him, it is also out of reach for many workers in that era who only earn three or four hundred yuan a month.

Sun Aimin's cooking skills were very stable and he rarely made mistakes. However, to be on the safe side, he made a request that Wang Gang not enter while he was preparing the ingredients and dishes.

Originally, he was a person who was very easy to trust others, and so was Yuan Jie.

However, the fantastic dream that Yuan Jie experienced not only made them understand their past lives, but also made them grow up quickly. They had to speculate about others with the greatest malice and be on guard against others to ensure that nothing went wrong.

There is another apprentice of Sun Aimin in the kitchen. Although he is called an apprentice, in fact, when Sun Aimin left the hotel, this young man named Li Haisheng had only been working here for two months. He was one of the more diligent and hardworking ones. Every day he called Sun Aimin "Master" and pestered him to teach him more things.

Later, after Sun Aimin opened a restaurant, he followed him and worked in Sun Aimin's kitchen. He was considered a relatively reliable person.

Sun Aimin kept him to help him, and the master and apprentice cooperated well and completed the task assigned by the hotel owner perfectly.

While preparing the ingredients according to Sun Aimin's instructions, Li Haisheng listened attentively to Sun Aimin's experience sharing with him. Finally, he expressed his desire to continue learning from Sun Aimin.