Chapter 307 How can I face people?
After the shopkeeper sent the customer away, he immediately ran over and said, "Miss Wen, you're leaving tomorrow, and we can't make the seafood taste as good as you do!"
"I've already taught Chef Zhang, don't worry."
"That's great, thank you."
"No thanks."
Wen Zhenyi had no intention of keeping anything secret. This time, apart from the ingredients she caught herself, all the other ingredients were common. It was just that she had cooked them in the town, but no one in the county had ever eaten them.
Most of the customers at lunch came for the kimchi fish. When they heard that there was no kimchi fish, they were disappointed and wanted to leave. But then they heard that there was seafood that they had never eaten before, so they all stayed.
Wen Zhenyi didn't do it herself, but let Chef Zhang do it himself, and she taught him from the side.
Qian Tu stood aside and watched with interest, his eyes never leaving the scene.
Wen Zhenyi looked at him and asked, "Do you want to learn?"
Qian Tu was slightly stunned and turned to look at her: "Can I, can I learn it?"
"Why not? It's just that I don't have time to teach you. But you can ask Chef Zhang to teach you the basics."
Qian Tu turned to look at Chef Zhang, feeling a little expectant but also a little afraid of being rejected by him.
Chef Zhang said with a smile, "Sure. I'll talk to the shopkeeper later and ask him to learn cooking from me."
Qian Tu's face immediately broke into a smile: "Thank you, Chef Zhang, thank you, Chef Zhang."
Seeing how happy he was, Wen Zhenyi sounded a warning to him: "Cooking also requires basic skills. If the basic skills are not solid, it will not work."
"I will try my best."
Wen Zhenyi glanced at Chef Zhang and said, "You have to be strict with him."
"Don't worry, I will never be careless."
At lunchtime, the hall was busier than usual. The hall, which usually had few people, was unexpectedly full today.
Some customers walked into the restaurant, looked at the seafood on their table and asked, "Boss, is there any room left?"
"Sorry sir, it's full now. You'll have to wait."
"It's okay to wait, as long as we have these things they eat."
"I can't guarantee that. I have to go to the kitchen and take a look."
"Then go quickly."
The shopkeeper could only rush to the kitchen and ask, "Are there any more seafood?"
Chef Zhang was frying seafood in the pot while looking to the side: "No more, this is the last portion, the rest will be used for the banquet this afternoon."
"Okay, okay, I'll go talk to the guest."
When Chef Zhang put the last dish on the plate, he felt his hands shaking, a feeling he had never experienced before.
Wen Zhenyi sat in the yard drinking tea, feeling a little bored, waiting for lunch to pass before she could start getting busy.
Cheng Lesheng took some time to visit the restaurant. As soon as he entered, he saw that the restaurant was full of customers. He was shocked and thought he had entered the wrong place. He went out and looked up at the sign. After confirming that it was his own sign, he walked in.
When the shopkeeper saw him, the wrinkles on his face almost turned into a flower with a smile: "Young Master."
"What's going on?" Cheng Lesheng looked puzzled.
"Miss Wen, she taught Chef Zhang how to cook seafood, and that's how it turned out."
"Where is she?"
"In the backyard."
Cheng Lesheng immediately ran to the backyard and saw Wen Zhenyi yawning, with Axiang fanning her.
Without saying a word, he sat down opposite her and said, "Why don't you come and be my cook?"
Wen Zhenyi yawned and saw someone suddenly appear in front of him. He couldn't help but punch him in the face.
It seemed as if Axiang's hand, which was fanning himself, had pressed the pause button.
Cheng Lesheng covered his eyes, almost cursing in pain: "Wen Zhenyi, what are you doing?"
Wen Zhenyi quietly retracted his claws: "Who told you to get so close for no reason? This is a conditioned reflex."
"You hit me in the face out of reflex!"
"It's not my fault."
Cheng Lesheng released his hands that were covering his face and blinked his eyes that were difficult to open.
A Xiang looked at the marks on his eye sockets and couldn't help laughing out loud.
The servant behind Cheng Lesheng saw this but didn't dare to say anything. He was thinking of how to find an excuse to leave: "Go get me a mirror."
The servant could only go and find him a mirror.
Cheng Lesheng took a mirror and looked at the wound on his eye. He stretched out his finger and touched it lightly. The pain made him gasp. He threw the mirror on the table and looked at Wen Zhenyi angrily: "How can I face people?"
"How about I beat that side of yours too, so it looks more symmetrical." Wen Zhenyi pinched his leg, afraid that he would laugh out loud.
Cheng Lesheng was so angry that he pointed at her with a trembling finger: "You, you you."
Ah Xiang looked at him and said, "Master, how about I do it for you? It will save your hands from getting sore and affecting your cooking."
Cheng Lesheng turned his head to look at the person who spoke: "What did you say?"
"I said I helped you fight the other side as well."
When Wen Zhen saw Ah Xiang was about to attack, he quickly stopped him and said, "No, no, no, I'm just kidding. Look at Master Cheng's handsome face, it's almost as black as the bottom of a pot."
"That's perfect, we can cover it up."
Cheng Lesheng was so angry that he was almost fuming. These two people were his nemesis.
Wen Zhenyi stopped making a fuss and said to the servant behind him, "Go and boil two eggs for your young master to make his eyes roll."
When the servant heard this, he quickly turned around and went to the kitchen to boil eggs, fearing that he would be late and bear the wrath of their young master.
Cheng Le was so angry that the air got stuck in his throat, neither going in nor out.
Wen Zhenyi's face almost flushed red when he saw him: "Master Cheng is panting, you will suffocate yourself to death soon."
Cheng Lechang breathed a sigh of relief. If there wasn't a dinner today, he really wanted to turn around and leave.
Wen Zhenyi poured him a cup of tea and said, "Calm down, calm down. It's not worth it to get angry."
Cheng Lesheng rolled his eyes at her, picked up his teacup and took a big sip: "You taught Chef Zhang how to cook seafood."
"Yeah, what's the problem?"
"You must have forgotten about the kimchi and are using this as a replacement."
Wen Zhenyi felt like he was being caught and laughed dryly: "Haha! How could that be possible!"
"Anyway, thank you."
"We are all friends. It's really strange for you to say that."
"I can't take your recipe for free, I'll give it to you in silver."
"As long as Master Cheng is happy."
"Why don't you tell me the price?"
"It's free to begin with. Master Cheng is so generous, how can I raise the price?"
Cheng Lesheng really wanted to strangle her now, and he held the hem of her clothes with his fingers to suppress the urge.
The servant came out with two boiled eggs and said, "Master, let me treat your injury."
Cheng Lesheng turned around and grabbed the egg, which was so hot that he had to switch hands.
The servant quickly reached out and took the egg: "Master, let me do it. It will be useless if it gets cold."
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