Chapter 115 Comfort
There is a huge demand for Malatang now, and even small shops think the quantity they provide is not enough.
It would be great if He Zhengchen could solve the vegetable problem and increase the production.
He Zhengchen then went out to make the contact.
Chen Huai sat there and processed the prawns with scissors.
He was working but it didn't stop him from talking. He said, "Hey, Boss Shen, I don't want to get up so early tomorrow. Can you rent me a house in the village?"
If they were to cook so many dishes, they would have to start at eight in the morning. If he came by bike, he would have to get up at seven.
If I had a room in the village, I could sleep for an extra hour.
Shen Qingyue said: "Okay, I'll ask for you."
Aunt Dahua, who was standing nearby, vaguely overheard something and said, "Xiao Chen, if you want to rent a house in the village, why not rent my house?"
It just so happened that Shen Qingyue and her family moved away, and the house was empty.
Furthermore, when they lived together, Shen Qingyue prepared a lot of delicious food, which made both she and the village chief picky eaters.
Now Shen Qingyue has moved to her own home. Only Aunt Dahua can cook, and both of them are a little uncomfortable. When they heard that Xiao Chen was the chef Shen Qingyue hired from outside and needed a place to live.
This was simply arranged for her!
Aunt Dahua quickly took the initiative.
Then he took Chen Huai to the village chief's house and looked at the house. The little fat man was very satisfied.
We have a front yard and a back yard, so we can sleep as long as we want. We agreed on a price of five dollars a month, but we eat dinner together.
Chen Huai solved the housing problem and his mood became brighter.
I cooked another bowl of sour plum soup in the afternoon. This is his secret recipe.
It tastes sweet and sour and is even better when it's cold.
When He Zhengchen came back from making a few phone calls, he saw Chef Chen Huai holding a teacup and sipping sour plum soup.
He Zhengchen asked, "Where did you get it?"
Chen Huai mentioned this matter and said, "In Boss Shen's kitchen."
Then he rambled on: "Boss Shen's kitchen has everything, even more than my master's."
Such a large kitchen, with such a convenient stove, is simply a dream kitchen. Working in a spacious kitchen makes me feel better.
He Zhengchen said: "Okay, you secretly use things from other people's kitchens."
Chen Huai immediately tried to cover his mouth with his hand, but He Zhengchen saw that he had just handled the prawns and his hands still smelled fishy. He backed away.
Chen Huai said: "Before I came, Boss Shen said that I could use whatever I wanted in the kitchen."
He Zhengchen said, "They also make food and sell it for money! Who told you to make snacks for yourself?"
Chen Huai thought for a moment and said, "How about deducting it from my salary?" Then he found Shen Qingyue to admit the problem.
Chen Huai is Master Chen’s apprentice. He really likes to cook and eat.
In the past, he would always save a portion for himself whenever he made something delicious. Just look at his chubby figure and you’ll know why.
He said this to Shen Qingyue. Shen Qingyue said, "Okay. Do more." She could also benefit from it.
So, Shen Qingyue and He Zhengchen each got a cup of Chen Huai's honey-juiced sour plum soup.
Chen Huai, the cook, didn't make enough for everyone, so he just cooked a small casserole, intending to drink it slowly, one cup at a time.
Shen Qingyue is the boss, so he drinks it!
He Zhengchen joined in the fun, and in the end he scooped up all the liquid in the jar. So he worked so hard, but only drank a small cup.
When He Zhengchen scooped it, Chen Huai's whole face showed rejection: "Ouch, ouch."
It looked like what he scooped up was not sour plum soup, but his hard work.
He Zhengchen couldn't help laughing: "Hey, don't be reluctant, I'll get you some good honey next time."
Hearing this, the fat man's expression improved a little: "Okay."
By the time the two of them drank the sour plum soup, they felt relaxed all over.
Shen Qingyue can also make this sour plum soup, but it is not as delicious as the one made by Chen Huai.
The sour plum soup made by Chen Huai is sour, sweet and has a slight aftertaste.
It is cooked in a small casserole over low heat.
Fortunately, Shen Qingyue hired him. Otherwise, with her busy schedule, she would never have the time to make Kung Fu sour plum soup.
Shen Qingyue has now trained many people to take charge of things, so she has some free time. Now she even drinks sour plum soup, and she already feels happy.
He Zhengchen's eyes also lit up when he drank the sour plum soup.
He is from the provincial capital, where there is a century-old restaurant. In the summer, people line up to get sour plum soup there, but it doesn't taste as good as this one.
Coming here, he not only felt the comfort and simplicity, but also the food prepared by the chef and the delicious sour plum soup. He even started to like this place after just arriving!
Chen Huai is a talented cook, but a bit of a novice. He is always schemed against by He Zhengchen, but he still likes to stay with him.
Both of them were new, arriving on the same day, and they were the only male employees. Chen Huai said excitedly, "Hey, I live in the village now!"
He Zhengchen asked, "What do you mean?"
Chen Huai then told him how he had successfully moved into the village chief's house.
He even said happily that he could sleep an extra hour in the future, and it was only five dollars a month, which was almost free if rounded up. After all, his salary was a full four hundred.
He Zhengchen said: "Oh, that's how it is!"
Then he continued to talk and work with these people in the village.
He Zhengchen was, in the words of the villagers, incredibly handsome, not to mention being a college student. Plus, he spoke in a gentle and pleasant voice. The villagers all liked him and took the initiative to approach him and talk to him.
He Zhengchen used to be a reporter and has a clear grasp of conversation skills.
So in the afternoon, I went to see the village chief, and in the evening, Zhou Jinbao came to Zhoujia Village to measure the land.
It turned out that He Zhengchen wanted to buy a residential plot in the village to build a house.
The news spread like wildfire.
Everyone in Liujia Village agreed that the abandoned residential land belonged to everyone, and whoever bought it would receive a share of the profits from the villagers.
When the village was prosperous in the past, people from other places also came here to settle down.
Later, the policy did not allow it, so everyone left one after another.
The policy is now open, but even a small poor village does not attract people.
Where there are talented people, there is a village. The more prosperous the population, the richer the place. People are wealth.
What’s more, the person who came was a college student.
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