In the afternoon, Song Hanyan returned with his entourage.

There were fifteen burly men in total.

Nanzhi looked like a slender willow tree standing in front of them.

Strong abs, tall stature, must be quick and efficient at work.

Nanzhi became more and more satisfied with what she saw.

When Song Hanyan saw his wife staring intently at these people, he reached out and covered her eyes.

Nan Zhi: "Song Hanyan, what's wrong?"

Song Hanyan whispered in her ear, "Your husband has everything they have. I'll show you tonight."

Nan Zhi didn't understand, and when she realized what was happening, her face immediately turned bright red.

She can't just stop watching.

But since it was Song Hanyan who brought them here, there are probably some rules he hasn't explained clearly yet.

Nan Zhi: "Next, you will be working at the No. 1 Restaurant in the world. As long as you do a good job, you will be rewarded. But I hate traitors the most. I have said what I need to say, and I believe you understand."

Several soldiers thought to themselves: As expected of the lady, she disciplines people in exactly the same way as the general.

Nanzhi inquired and found out that the waiters in the restaurant can now earn 300 coins a month.

If the world's number one building is completed, the employees will be paid far more than this amount.

But Nanzhi plans to gradually increase wages.

After all, they are a high-class restaurant; they can't be stingy.

"The restaurant is currently under renovation, so it's quite tiring. The pay is two taels of silver a month. Once the restaurant is completed, the wages may decrease. Do you have any objections?"

The soldiers looked at each other; two taels of silver was no small sum, and they were naturally willing to pay it.

Because they were a private army, they were all incompetent and were assigned to the unit; they couldn't do much besides training on a daily basis.

Now that their mistress not only provides them with work and food, but also allows them to earn money, they are overjoyed and have no reason to object.

One of the taller ones stepped forward and said, "Master, we will follow the Madam's arrangements."

The people beneath him nodded in agreement.

Nanzhi thought these people would be difficult to manage, but they were surprisingly obedient.

Because the restaurant was busy, Song Hanyan sent fifteen people to the restaurant that day with travel expenses and tokens to report for duty.

The group arrived at the restaurant before dark.

When Liu Dezhi first saw the group, he thought the fifteen of them were there to rob him.

It terrified him so much that he even prepared the words he would use to plead for mercy the next moment.

To everyone's surprise, the other party produced a piece of cured meat.

Liu Dezhi immediately understood that only their master knew how to make cured meat.

Accommodation and meals were immediately arranged for the fifteen people.

So strong, he must be able to do a lot of work. Liu Dezhi was so happy that he couldn't sleep all night.

We started work before dawn the next day.

Liu was still dazed when he lay down on the soft bed that night.

The other fourteen people were the same.

The mattress they were lying on was very soft, much more comfortable than the wooden planks they slept on in the army.

"Big brother, hit me."

Liu Da slapped him without hesitation.

Liu Er covered his face: "It really hurts."

Liu San glared at Liu Er: "You're hopeless."

They complained verbally, but were actually happy inside.

They were originally just selected ragtag soldiers, but they never expected to be able to make money.

"Will I be able to get married in the future?" Liu Sanmei thought happily.

With the addition of more than a dozen people, the construction of the restaurant proceeded in full swing.

Nanzhi also started thinking about becoming a cook.

She suddenly thought of someone.

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Sun Youde plans to stay at home to take care of his parents.

Farming isn't necessarily a bad thing; at least it keeps you away from the gossip and troubles of rich young masters.

After his son suffered this ordeal, Sun Zheng should have advised him to stay at home.

But a good man should have ambitions beyond his hometown, and Sun Zheng was unwilling to let his son's excellent culinary skills go to waste.

“Youde, how about we open a restaurant in the county?” Sun Zheng suggested.

Sun Youde: "Dad, opening a restaurant requires money, and we don't have any right now. Renting a shop and buying furniture all cost money. I think this is a good plan."

The son works at a restaurant and drives people around the village. The family had saved some money, but his wife got sick and almost all of it was spent.

There was no extra money left to support his son in opening a restaurant.

Sun Zheng sighed. Since his son thought this way, he couldn't stop him anymore.

"What's wrong with Uncle Sun?"

As soon as Nanzhi entered the courtyard, she heard Sun Zheng let out a long sigh.

"Nan girl, come in quickly." Sun Zheng directed his son to look for something to serve them.

"No need to bother, Uncle Sun. I wanted to talk to your son."

Sun Zheng looked puzzled.

Sun Youde brought over the potatoes he had cooked that morning; these were all the potatoes his family had left to entertain guests.

Nanzhi got down to business: "I wonder if you'd be interested in continuing as a chef at the restaurant?"

Sun Youde's eyes were devoid of light: "Girl, all I want now is to stay with my parents."

Don't you want to earn more money?

Sun Youde looked gloomy. Of course he wanted to, but going to the county town might lead to his own demise.

Nan Zhi continued, "I own a restaurant, which used to be called Zhu Ji Restaurant. Now it has been renamed 'Number One Restaurant Under Heaven.' We are short of chefs, and knowing that you are a good cook, that's why I came to invite you."

Nan Zhi used the word "please," and the fact that she came in person was enough to show her sincerity.

Sun Youde doesn't seem to have wavered yet.

Only Sun Zheng was secretly surprised that the number one restaurant in the world actually belonged to Nan Yatou.

Nan Yatou is a good person, and Sun Zheng wholeheartedly agrees.

The son is still hesitant.

Knowing his son was kind-hearted, he pulled him aside and whispered, "It was Nan girl who prescribed the medicine that made your mother's condition improve. You can trust that girl."

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