"You'll have to ask Miss Xie about this."
Zhong Wanshan knew everything, so how could he not know what Master Zheng was thinking?
Not only Master Zheng, but most of the people present looked down on Xie Yunjiao.
But for some reason, he felt that he had a good relationship with Xie Yunjiao, so he wanted to help Xie Yunjiao.
Master Zheng's expression changed, but the fragrance that kept entering his nose made him unable to help but compromise.
"Miss Xie, can I have a taste of this fried rice?" Master Zheng asked Xie Yunjiao awkwardly.
He didn't expect that he would bow to Xie Yunjiao.
"sure."
Xie Yunjiao nodded gratefully to Zhong Wanshan, thanking him for his recognition of her.
Master Zheng took a bite and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
It’s delicious, really delicious!
The rice was chewy and the flavors were well blended, with the tiny bits of seaweed adding the finishing touch.
Nori was a precious tribute, and he felt heartbroken when he saw Xie Yunjiao grab a handful and put it into the fried rice.
I didn’t expect fried rice with seaweed to taste so wonderful.
"How is it?" Zhong Wanshan asked.
Chef Zheng bowed to Xie Yunjiao and said, "Miss Xie's cooking skills are superb. I am ashamed to say I am not as good as you."
"Master, you are too kind. I am just a man wielding an axe in front of Lu Ban. How can I compare with your superb cooking skills?" Xie Yunjiao said modestly.
This gave Master Zheng great face, and he felt very comfortable hearing it.
"You may not be good at other things, but this fried rice is absolutely amazing. I believe the customer will be satisfied this time," said Master Zheng.
Zhong Wanshan thought so too, and he had someone send the fried rice over.
Everyone was waiting nervously. If even Xie Yunjiao's fried rice wasn't good enough, then they would really be at their wit's end.
"Boss, the customer has finished his fried rice and asked to see the chef," the waiter said excitedly.
"Thank you, Miss. This way please."
The waiter stared blankly at Xie Yunjiao who was walking towards her, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared.
No way, he must have seen it right. The fried rice that made the customers so satisfied was actually made by Xie Yunjiao?
This country bumpkin actually knows how to cook?
"Let's go, why are you standing there?" said Butler Zhong.
The waiter came to his senses and led the way with an embarrassed look on his face.
Several people went upstairs and saw the guests in the house.
The guest was a man with white hair and a childlike face. He looked serious and very fierce.
"Sir, this is our cook."
The white-haired man looked at Xie Yunjiao and was stunned for a moment.
He didn't expect that the person who could make such delicious fried rice was a little girl.
"How did you think of mixing white rice and glutinous rice to make fried rice?" asked the white-haired man.
“Because adding glutinous rice will make the overall texture of fried rice more chewy and have the unique aroma of glutinous rice.
But the ratio must be mastered, the proportion of glutinous rice cannot exceed half of the cooked rice, otherwise the texture will be too sticky and affect the taste of the whole fried rice."
"I see!" The white-haired man smiled, "I've been searching for delicious fried rice all over the country, and finally found the most satisfying fried rice here.
What is that crunchy thing?"
"Preserved radish is a local specialty. Almost every household pickles and dries it themselves."
“No wonder I haven’t tasted such a unique flavor anywhere else. The seaweed is also the finishing touch.
"No, this fried rice tastes really good. Make me another serving." The white-haired man said with an unsatisfied look.
Xie Yunjiao looked at the white-haired man in embarrassment: "I'm afraid it won't work."
The white-haired man frowned unhappily. It was rare for him to finally get a taste he liked after trying so many terrible fried rices. Now he was told no, wasn't that fatal?
"Why not?" asked the white-haired man.
"Because I don't..."
Before Xie Yunjiao could finish her words, Zhong Wanshan interrupted her: "Go and make the same fried rice for the guest. Remember, it must be exactly the same fried rice as this one."
"Boss, that's fine."
Xie Yunjiao went downstairs with a smile on her face.
It is easy to talk to smart people. Zhong Wanshan knew what she meant before she finished speaking.
"Thank you, Miss."
Butler Zhong chased out.
Xie Yunjiao looked at Butler Zhong: "Butler Zhong, do you have any other instructions?"
“Although our master lets you stay, it doesn’t mean you can work in Yuemanlou forever.
If you make any mistakes, even I can't protect you, so I hope you can be careful and not let the master down."
Butler Zhong was afraid that Xie Yunjiao had cooked the rice carelessly. If he couldn't make the same fried rice this time, he was afraid that it would anger the guests.
Xie Yunjiao was able to enter the kitchen because she knew him, so he had to say something unpleasant upfront and give Xie Yunjiao a good lesson so that she wouldn't do anything wrong.
Only Xie Yunjiao could do such a thing as bringing a live pig into the kitchen.
There are so many valuable ingredients and dishes in the kitchen. If one of them is ruined, you will have to pay a lot of money.
Although Zhong Wanshan manages the Yuemanlou in the entire Qinghu Town, the accounts must eventually be submitted to the capital for the old lady to see.
If the accounts don't look good, the master can be pulled down at any time.
The master has worked so hard to climb to this position, he can't let any mistake ruin his efforts.
"I understand. I've already put the piggy away, and I'll take care of other things as well."
"Thank you for your understanding." Butler Zhong breathed a sigh of relief. It was great that Xie Yunjiao could understand things.
Xie Yunjiao went downstairs and quickly made another identical fried rice.
The gray-haired man was very satisfied after eating and ordered another one.
By the fifth portion, the white-haired man was already full, but he still finished all the fried rice before wiping his mouth gracefully.
"It's really good," the white-haired man paused, "Such a good chef, why didn't you use him just now?"
"To be honest, Chef Xie is our Yuemanlou's specially invited chef. She only comes to our Yuemanlou on the second, fourth, and eighth of every month. Customers can order whatever they want, or just tell her the ingredients, and she will prepare dishes that will satisfy them." Zhong Wanshan said.
When the Huafa man ordered the third serving of fried rice, Zhong Wanshan went to find Xie Yunjiao. Xie Yunjiao told him the terms of cooperation, and he agreed because he thought it was interesting.
He asked Xie Yunjiao why she didn't come at other times, and only came on the 2nd, 4th and 8th of the month.
Xie Yunjiao actually said that the numbers three, six and nine are for taking advantage of the market.
This reason is, quite amazing!
"Interesting." The white-haired man was very interested. "Then I'll come in a few days."
Xie Yunjiao happily carried the piglet home. She wanted to tell Gu Huai and Doudou that she had found a job in town.
Today she bought flour and pork, and planned to make sesame cakes for Doudou herself to celebrate!
When they were still a short distance away from the village entrance, Xie Yunjiao suddenly felt something was wrong!
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