Zhang Xudong parked the car in front of the stove and got out and shouted:
"Master Gao, come and see if everything I prepared is complete."
Master Gao wiped his hands and ran over quickly. Hu Minghai, Dunzi and others also gathered around to watch the fun.
"Master Gao, here are some vermicelli noodles. This bucket is for broad bean paste, and this bucket is for sweet noodle paste.
There are spices here, tofu, green onions, ginger, garlic and sweet potatoes.
By the way, I still have 100 kilograms of noodles. Eat them today and I’ll think of a way to buy them tomorrow.
This is chili powder. Pour some hot oil on it. The red chili oil is the best with rice."
Master Gao trembled as he looked at the things on the ground.
"Boss, we're all here. Just wait and see. I'll make sure everyone enjoy the fried sauce and stew from my hometown today."
"That's good, we're just waiting to eat noodles.
Brother Hai, ask someone to lift the guy out of the truck bed.
Whether we can eat the pig-killing meal this afternoon depends on it."
Hu Minghai leaned on the car door and looked into the truck bed, and almost fell to the ground.
"Oh my god, is this a big wild boar?
My dear cousin, you are really capable to get such a wild boar.
Get in the car, brothers, we're going to eat wild game today."
When everyone heard Hu Minghai's words, they dropped their weapons and surrounded the car.
"It's really rare. This is a live wild boar."
"Oh my god, I've never seen a wild boar in my life. This really broadens my horizons."
"Alright, alright, stop talking and watching the strange things. Let's get started. Don't miss lunch."
Zhang Xudong looked at a group of people who were so busy watching the wild boars that they didn't even cook, so he could only shout.
Everyone finally reacted and quickly returned to their respective posts, doing what they were supposed to do.
More than ten minutes later, the unique aroma of fried sauce wafted out of the pot in front of Master Gao.
Sima Langyue sniffed and said:
"This is the taste, authentic. Master Gao's cooking skills are good, he could open a noodle shop.
Master Gao, I think you should open a noodle shop in the future.
We northerners love this, and if you open a noodle shop, we’ll have a place to satisfy our cravings.”
Master Gao was busy with his work, and said with a simple smile:
"President, please stop making fun of me.
How can I afford to open a noodle shop? Renting a shop and buying utensils all cost money!
Besides, my boss can prepare all these ingredients and seasonings, but I have nowhere to buy them.
Besides, once you open a store, those hooligans will come to take advantage of it from time to time and collect protection fees.
The money they earned from their small business was not enough for them to spend.
I'd rather stay with you guys, the president. I feel at ease earning this money."
Zhang Xudong frowned after hearing what Master Gao said. It was time to clean up the flies and rats in Chinatown.
"Master Gao, don't be discouraged.
After our Huaqing Building is completed, these things will be sold in the Huaqing Shopping Mall.
And our company will also come up with a plan.
We can lend money to everyone free of charge to help everyone start a business and develop.
As for those thugs and gangsters, they will be kicked out of Chinatown before that time."
Master Gao shook his head and said to Zhang Xudong:
"If I don't have the boss, I'm not cut out for business and can't open a restaurant.
As long as you use me, I will work with you forever.
I can see that both of you are good people.
As long as I work hard and steadily, you won't treat me unfairly."
“Okay, it’s not bad for you to follow us and earn some clean money.
You should stay in the cooking class from now on. After the construction company is established, we will still need a lot of chefs."
As they talked, a big pot of bright red, shiny, and greasy meat stew was ready.
Zhang Xudong smelled the tempting aroma and looked at his watch, and found that it was already past eleven o'clock.
He saw that the food of the chefs was ready, so he said to Sima Langyue:
"Uncle, let the workers finish their work, wash their hands, talk, and then it's time to eat."
"Haizi, tell everyone to call it a day and wash their hands. It's time for dinner."
After the workers washed their hands and faces, they came to the temporary canteen.
An old worker in his fifties said with a smile:
"President, we have to get our bowls to eat.
After you eat this meal, you can no longer use your wages to embarrass us."
Sima Langyue dragged Zhang Xudong to the front in a bad mood and said:
“Don’t worry, Lao Jiang, this is our big boss Dongzi.
It was his idea to eat from the same pot together. Let him tell you."
Zhang Xudong rolled his eyes helplessly and said:
"Okay, uncle, I'll just say what I want to say, so don't pull me in.
You must be Master Jiang, right? Master Jiang, you see, my original intention was not to let my fellow villagers run back and forth on the road, so I wanted to take care of everyone's meals.
Maybe everyone misunderstood what I meant, thinking that I provided meals because I didn't want to be paid.
I promise this meal has nothing to do with my salary.
Everyone should eat, and I will still pay everyone the same wages."
Master Jiang looked around at several pots before looking at Zhang Xudong and saying:
"Boss, I know you have good intentions and want to subsidize us poor folks.
But we Chinese people compete with each other on the basis of personal relationships and focus on etiquette and communication.
Although we have moved thousands of miles away from our hometown, the rules of our ancestors are still engraved in our bones.
You see, you have prepared fried rice, fried sauce, and noodles.
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