"Okay, I won't argue with you about this. The roast duck he makes tastes very authentic. So, I'm free now, so if I want to see him, I can go to your house."
The short, fat man breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly became happy, his fat face beaming. "Okay, please sit inside, I'll call someone over right away. Wife, make some tea for Brother Yan, and call Mom out as well."
No matter what era, there are always people who pay attention to the differences between men and women.
Yan Rushan held the roast duck and said, "You don't need to go inside to sit. Just sit in the yard for a while. Just bring me a stool. Don't make your wife and mother busy. I'll leave after I see someone."
"Why don't you stay for dinner? The company is on holiday after all." He is a very busy man, he is not idle even on holiday.
"It's something."
The short, fat man sighed resignedly, "Well, since you've said so, I can't force you to do anything. Wait a moment, I'll bring you a stool."
Yan Rushan nodded and watched the man not only move out a stool, but also a small table.
"Brother Yan, you put the roast duck on the table. Holding it all the time is damaging to your image."
Yan Rushan put down the roast duck and said, "Thank you."
"You're being polite. Please sit down for a moment. I'll go get someone." The short, fat man hurried out the door and walked along the alley to three or four houses. He stopped at the fifth house and knocked on the door. "Auntie Feng, are you home? Open the door for me. I want to talk to your Feng Dasha."
"What's going on?" a loud, sharp voice rang out as the courtyard door opened. A fat, greasy-faced woman stood at the door. "It's you! Fatty Yue, what are you looking for my Dasha for?"
We are all from the same village, so there is no need to be so particular. Just call me whatever comes to your mind.
Fatty Yue said with a smile, "Shall we go inside and talk?"
"Okay, come in and talk."
They entered the courtyard one after another, and the gate was not closed. Aunt Feng stared at Fatty Yue and said, "Tell me, what's going on? Is there another banquet or something?"
"It's not a banquet, it's about a big boss, and his family loves roast duck. Think about it, big bosses are not short of money, and they like delicious food. If your Dasha follows such a boss, he will have a fixed salary every month and won't have to worry about being ripped off. Isn't that great?" Fatty Yue said quickly, "If Dasha makes more money, you can save it for him. Maybe one day he can marry a healthy and fertile wife. Then you don't have to worry about continuing the family line, don't you think?"
Aunt Feng was obviously moved, "How could the big boss like my Dasha?"
"You know this boss, the one I used to work for. He now owns several large companies, and I've made a lot of money following him. He's a kind and conscientious man, so you can rest assured."
"The big boss you worked for was great!" Fatty Yue worked for that boss, and in just one year, he had all the three major appliances in his home. He lived a great life, and his family was one of the best in the alley.
Fatty Yue chuckled, "It's really good! If his family didn't like roast duck, I wouldn't have recommended Dasha. You know, our family is doing well now. If my mother hadn't been reluctant to leave her fellow villagers, she would have moved away long ago."
"I know that. Your family has bought several houses." The people in this alley all lived in modest houses. Who wouldn't want a good life? A good place to live, good food, good clothes? They hadn't moved yet, truly reluctant to leave their neighbors. "Your life is good, and you're lucky to have such a good boss."
Yue's family used to be so poor that they couldn't even afford to eat, let alone marry a wife. They couldn't even support themselves. They were even worse off than hers. But now? He's a wealthy family, owns several houses, married a beautiful wife, and lives a happy life.
"That sounds good." Fatty Yue knew the situation well. He had no choice but to end up in the black market. Who would have thought that luck would be so wonderful that he would end up in the black market and follow the right person? "Would you consider whether Dasha should follow this big boss? The boss is at my house now. After hearing what I said about Dasha's situation, I want to meet him."
"Go, meet him. I want to meet him too." Aunt Feng turned around and called out, "Dasha, change into some clean clothes. I'll take you to find your new boss."
Feng Dasha changed his clothes and came out. He was a tall and strong young man, but his eyes were not very sharp. He would just smile foolishly when he met people, but he could basically recognize people.
"Brother Yue."
"Big idiot." Fatty Yue gave a thumbs up. "Then let's go. We've met someone. The big boss is busy and can't stay for long."
"Let's go, let's not keep people waiting."
After leaving the Feng family, Aunt Feng locked the door, took her son Dasha and followed Fatty Yue into the Yue family together.
There was a man in a suit sitting in the yard. He was tall and straight, really young, and had a great temperament. Aunt Feng couldn't find any adjective to describe him. She just felt that this big boss was not an ordinary person. No wonder Fatty Yue made so much money working for him.
"Brother Yan, I've brought him here. This is the Feng family brother. We all call him Dasha. As for his real name, I don't remember it." Fatty Yue said, and Aunt Feng rolled her eyes. "My Dasha's real name is Feng Zheng."
Fatty Yue smiled and said, "Dasha, come over and talk to Brother Yan."
Feng Dasha is indeed silly, but he is not incapable of taking care of himself and has been well educated. When he walks forward, he smiles and calls out, "Hello, Brother Yan."
"Hello, what dishes can you cook?" Yan Rushan asked.
"I've learned Sichuan and Shandong cuisine, and I've learned them all."
Aunt Feng pulled Fatty Yue and asked him to come out and speak well of her.
Fatty Yue smiled and said, "Brother Yan, Dasha has learned a lot. Everyone in our area invites him to all the banquets. We even picked a date to have him cook, but since it conflicted with Dasha's date, he was willing to change it. From this, you can see how good Dasha's cooking is. You can absolutely trust him."
Feng Dasha laughed, with a hint of blush on his fair and chubby face.
Yan Rushan understood what was going on when he saw this. “If he can cook so many dishes, he should be able to find a job in any hotel or restaurant, right?” There was no need to recommend him specifically.
"Brother Yan, to be honest, Dasha's brain is not very flexible and he can only cook. He has been looking for jobs in many hotels and restaurants. At first, everything was fine, but then they found out that Dasha had some mental problems and started to cheat him. They either deliberately made excuses to say that Dasha had messed up the food, or framed him for stealing or breaking things and deducted money. With this, how much money can he make in a month?"
"It's those black-hearted people who always pick on honest people," Fatty Yue explained with a smile. Since Yan Rushan had started testing the waters, there was a 60-70% chance that this would succeed. "Dasha is truly an honest man. He grew up with me. When my family was having a hard time, Aunt Feng and Dasha helped us a lot. They're very popular with the neighbors."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
