Chapter 109 Fish Porridge
Wen Zhenyi made up his mind and began to teach Zhu Tao.
Zhu Tao looked at her in disbelief: "I, I'll do it?"
"Well, feel free to do it. I'll be watching. It's just a simple mung bean soup."
Zhu Tao nodded and started making mung bean soup according to Wen Zhenyi's instructions.
After Wen Zhenyi waited for the mung bean soup to be ready, he tasted it and said, "It tastes good."
Zhu Tao's originally nervous mood relaxed instantly: "Really?"
Wen Zhenyi smiled and nodded: "Really, starting from tomorrow, you will be the one to make all the breakfasts bought from the breakfast shop."
"Me?" Zhu Tao became nervous again.
"Yes, do it boldly. I will tell you if there is anything wrong."
"But I'm afraid it won't taste good."
"It doesn't matter. If you don't try, how do you know you can't do it?"
Zhu Tao didn't seem to be joking, but she was really afraid that the food would not taste good and would ruin her reputation.
Wen Zhen could see her concerns: "Xiao Taozi, if you don't try, are you planning to be my helper for the rest of your life?"
"But if I don't do it well, it will ruin your reputation."
"I'm watching you from the side. If you do something wrong, I'll remind you. Just be brave and try."
Zhu Tao thought for a moment and nodded: "I'll try."
For dinner today, she and Zhu Tao each cooked a few dishes. She found that everyone else was fine, but Shen Hanxing was the only one who couldn't eat the dishes made by Zhu Tao, even though she thought the taste was fine.
But this guy seemed to know it and would not pick up his chopsticks again after just one bite.
Wen Zhenyi sat next to Shen Hanxing: "Brother Shen, I have a question for you."
Shen Hanxing turned to look at her: "What's the problem?"
"Do you know which dishes are made by me and which are not?"
"You want to know?"
"Well, no one told you, but you knew it."
Chen Hanxing looked at the food in the bowl and said, "I feel that eating the food you cook gives me a sense of happiness. Although the food Zhu Tao cooks tastes good, it doesn't give me that feeling."
Wen Zhenyi was slightly stunned. He picked up some with chopsticks and put them in his mouth to carefully distinguish them, but he didn't find any difference.
"Strange, there is no difference!"
Wen Yongnan looked at Wen Zhenyi: "Yiyi, what are you doing?"
"Brother, do you know that I made those dishes?"
"I know." He pointed to a few dishes.
Wen Zhenyi looked at him in surprise: "How do you know?"
Wen Yongnan was also stunned: "I don't know either, but I just know it was you who did it."
Wen Zhenyi also asked Ma Yinghe, Wen Chengwen, Wen Yongman, and even Zhu Tao.
They all said they could tell the difference, which made Wen Zhenyi very puzzled. Was there something wrong with his tongue?
Shen Hanxing frowned at her and said, "Are you worried that there's something wrong with your sense of taste?"
Wen Zhen nodded: "You can all tell the difference, there's no reason why I can't."
"It's not about taste, actually. If it were about taste, today's dish would be no different from what you made. It's more about a feeling."
"Feeling?" Wen Zhenyi was a little confused.
"Yes, a dish contains a lot of emotions. We can feel the happiness from eating your food, which is a feeling not everyone can achieve."
Wen Zhenyi sighed: "I hope other people don't have such a sharp tongue as you."
Chen Hanxing curled his lips and smiled: "Are you planning to let Zhu Tao take over the breakfast shop?"
"With this plan, if she takes over, I can free up my hands to do other things."
"what you up to?"
"The weather is too hot, I'm going to make some herbal tea."
"If you need help, I can help."
"After I open my shop, I need an accountant. I wonder if Brother Shen is interested in being my accountant."
"Okay, but I won't come if the pay is low."
Wen Zhen blinked his eyes and asked, "How much money can Brother Shen earn in a month?"
"Why do you ask that?"
"So I can see how much I can offer you."
Shen Hanxing was amused by her: "I'm just kidding, I can work for you for free, but you have to be responsible for my and grandpa's three meals a day."
“It’s not easy.”
Shen Hanxing looked at her smiling face, his eyes becoming more gentle: "When it officially opens, I will come."
"Okay." Wen Zhen turned around and said to Shen Xiucai, "Grandpa Shen, I'll ask Brother Shen to be my accountant."
Shen Xiucai blinked and looked at Shen Hanxing: You have rejected many people who wanted to be the accountant before, and they paid you a lot of money. What is your situation now?
Shen Hanxing raised the corners of her lips and looked at him: “I think the Wen family’s sister and I get along well.
Shen Xiucai understood the meaning in his eyes and twitched his lips: You little bastard, I'm afraid you have other thoughts!
Wen Zhen didn't hear Shen Xiucai's reply for a long time, and thought he was unwilling: "Grandpa Shen, are you unwilling to let Brother Shen be my accountant?"
Shen Xiucai quickly said with a smile: "How could that be? It would be great if he could find a proper job. Otherwise, I'm really worried that he would ruin his eyes from copying books all the time."
"So you agree?" Wen Zhenyi felt a little excited.
"I agree."
"I won't treat Brother Shen unfairly."
"Grandpa Shen believes in you." Shen Xiucai said with a smile.
Although Ma Yinghe and Wen Chengwen could read, they didn't need to keep accounts when they sold pork before. Now there was no proper accounting in the store, and they had no idea whether they were making a profit or a loss.
Moreover, they plan to go back to their old business in a while. Wen Zhenyi and Zhu Tao, one has just started to learn to read and the other is illiterate, so it is necessary to have an accountant.
After hearing what Wen Zhenyi said, no one objected. Instead, they felt that she was very thoughtful and that they, as parents, were not as meticulous as she was.
Zhu Tao made breakfast the next day, because the fish slices for the fish porridge had to be very thin, which also required a lot of knife skills.
Wen Zhenyi sliced the sea bass into slices as thin as cicada wings, and it was cooked through as soon as it was put into the pot.
Zhu Tao's knife skills hadn't reached this level yet, so she still needed to practice. But apart from filleting the fish, she completed all the other steps.
Wen Zhenyi did not stay in the kitchen today. She ran to the hall to serve porridge and see the diners' reactions.
Ma Yinghe was still a little worried. After all, they could taste the difference, but she didn't know if the diners could taste the difference.
After the whole round, no diner found any problem with the porridge and it still gave the same positive reviews as before.
Ma Yinghe and Wen Zhenyi finally felt relieved. Otherwise, if Wen Zhenyi had to do it all by herself in the future, she would be exhausted to death.
Now seeing this reaction, I finally feel relieved and can teach Zhu Tao how to make breakfast next time.
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