Lu Cheng, "..."
Luo Guo, who was standing by, laughed so hard that he held his stomach. "Brother Lu, just forget about this bad chess move of yours."
When Song Yuehua stood up and was about to leave, Yu Duocai asked, "Mr. Song, please prepare four more dinners."
These young masters spend so much money playing chess and drinking all day long. Are they really studying hard?
After Song Yuehua agreed, she asked a few people, "I heard that Master Kong from Bailu Academy is very good at chess. I wonder where he usually plays chess."
After hearing this, Lu Cheng said, "There was a drought for three years, and Confucius returned to the capital to seek refuge. Even the masters of the academy have not returned. Confucius will probably not come back this year."
So that's how it is. Song Yuehua said no wonder. She had always heard Bai Ye and others mention the name of Confucius, but had never seen this person.
She thought that the teacher had too high standards and looked down on her small chess club, so it turned out that he had not returned yet.
"Do you have a teacher to teach you?" Song Yuehua asked casually.
Luo Guo coughed lightly and said, "Boss Song, you won't understand even if I tell you about this scholar's business. By the way, please tell the kitchen to make a portion of braised pork. I'll charge extra."
"Braised pork?"
Song Yuehua said, "We have tofu tonight, so we won't be serving a la carte dishes for now."
Luo Guo sighed and said, "Can't you be flexible?"
"If you want to order some food, why don't you just find a restaurant? Otherwise, I can order one for you and ask the waiter to bring it over?" Song Yuehua asked.
Luo Guo shook his head repeatedly, "No, no, we have limited spending. If we go to a restaurant a few times, we will be hungry for the rest of the day. The food in the chess hall is delicious and affordable, and we can play chess at the same time. It is just right for a group of poor students like us."
Song Yuehua chuckled and said, "I can't make the decision about the braised pork. I'll ask the chef. As for the price, I'll try to help you figure it out. What do you think?"
"Thank you very much, Mr. Song." Luo Guo bowed and thanked him.
Song Yuehua returned to You's house carrying a plate of tofu. Zhou Xiaohu came over to open the door. As soon as he saw her, he smiled and shared with her, "Wei Da asked me to make 10 more meals for lunch today. I made up my mind and made 10 more. Today, I sold 20 meals in total."
Song Yuehua smiled and said, "Can you handle it?"
"It's OK," Zhou Xiaohu said, "Business isn't big right now, and there aren't many things to do."
Song Yue told him about the braised pork that Luo had ordered. Zhou Xiaohu said, "Braised pork is not complicated. The main thing is that it will take up some space on the stove if you cook it slowly over a low fire."
"There is a small clay stove in the utility room, you can use it." Song Yuehua said, "Will you cook for guests if they order food next time?"
Zhou Xiaohu thought for a moment and said, "I can definitely make it, but it's not too complicated. I can make braised pork, as long as they are patient enough to wait. The price is naturally cheaper than that of ordinary restaurants."
Song Yuehua smiled and said, "When you open a restaurant, you will have regular customers right away."
"Speaking of which, it's all thanks to Mr. Song." Zhou Xiaohu pretended to bow to Song Yuehua.
Song Yuehua also laughed.
The two of them walked in talking and laughing, but as soon as they entered the courtyard, they saw Zhang's father and son sitting on a stone bench not far away with a cold atmosphere.
Song Yuehua and Zhou Xiaohu looked at each other, and tacitly did not speak, and went to the kitchen together.
"Daya, I have to prepare dinner, you go and persuade Uncle Erniu." Zhou Xiaohu said.
Song Yuehua looked at him suddenly. This boy looked honest, how could he say such crazy words.
"No," Song Yuehua said, "I'll help you cut the tofu."
Zhou Xiaohu hurriedly stopped him, "Don't worry, don't worry, just help me pick these green onions, you don't have to do anything else."
Song Yuehua squatted at the stove door picking onions, and from time to time she looked up at the Zhang father and son.
These two, father and son, are really difficult to deal with.
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