Feng Dasha stood beside him, smiling but not saying anything, occasionally scratching his head. He was indeed a silly person.
"How about this, do you have any ready-made ingredients at home?" Yan Rushan asked Fatty Yue.
Fatty Yue nodded, "Yes, there are plenty of meat and vegetables."
"Ask him to go to the kitchen and cook three dishes. They must be large dishes. It doesn't matter whether it's Sichuan or Shandong cuisine."
"No problem." Fatty Yue pulled Feng Dasha towards the kitchen. Seeing this, Aunt Feng followed them. Yan Rushan didn't say anything else.
The kitchen is piled with pig's trotters, pork, ribs, chicken, duck, and all kinds of vegetables that can be bought in winter. The winter in Beijing is too cold, so there is no need to worry about the ingredients going bad. Putting them on the chopping board has the same effect as putting them in a cold storage.
"Dasha, feel free to use anything here, but be brave. As long as this big boss recognizes you, you can work for him, cook for him, get a fixed salary, and never worry about being ripped off again."
Feng Dasha knew how it felt to be cheated, and he had been cheated too many times. After listening to Fatty Yue's words, he nodded seriously and said, "Well, I, I will do my best."
"Do your best! Aunt Feng, come out with me; don't stay in the kitchen. What will the boss think? Dasha wants his mother to accompany him while he cooks. Will he be willing to have her?" After saying this, Fatty Yue pulled Aunt Feng out.
Feng Dasha stared at the ingredients for a long time and decided to make three famous dishes, one from Shandong and one from Sichuan; they were Yipin Tofu, Four Happiness Meatballs, and Kung Pao Chicken. The first two dishes were Shandong cuisine, and the last one was Sichuan cuisine.
Fatty Yue went to the yard to chat with Yan Rushan, and did not forget to send Aunt Feng to the house to find his mother; Aunt Feng hesitated at first, but when she saw that there was no room for her to interrupt them, she went to the house to find Yue's mother.
"Brother Yan, don't worry, I won't cheat you. Dasha had a fever when he was little, so his brain is slow. He's a master at cooking, but his brain isn't very sharp, so he's been cheated too many times working outside. Aunt Feng doesn't even dare to let him go out to find a job, so he can only work at banquets and the like in this area."
Fatty Yue was very emotional. "But you know, we're neighbors, so we can't charge too much. Sometimes we give a few dollars as a token of our gratitude, and give some of the leftover delicious food to Dasha as a reward. In a good month, Dasha can make dozens of dollars, but in bad times, there's no business at all. Life is so hard! He's about my age, and he still doesn't have a wife. Auntie is worried sick."
"How's the hygiene at Feng Zheng's home?" No matter what he said, Yan Rushan remained motionless. Without seeing Feng Dasha's true ability with his own eyes and confirming his personal hygiene problems, how could he dare to bring him home?
"My Aunt Feng is a very clean person, but she's a bit fat and her face is very oily. Washing four or five times a day is useless. Don't be fooled by appearances." Fatty Yue continued, "Look at Dasha, he's very clean. Aunt Feng washes every day. Their clothes may be a little worn, but they're very clean, right?"
Yan Rushan didn't say anything. Aunt Feng's face was indeed oily, which disgusted him at first sight.
Fatty Yue tried his best to promote the product, but Yan Rushan was not someone who would easily be soft-hearted; probably, except for his wife, he would not be soft-hearted towards others.
Feng Dasha prepared three dishes and brought them out. Fatty Yue was already thirsty, and he immediately started selling them as soon as he saw the dishes.
"Brother Yan, look, these three dishes are delicious. Try them quickly. Once you have eaten them, you will find that I definitely did not lie to you." Fatty Yue took the chopsticks from the tray and handed them to Yan Rushan.
Yan Rushan picked up his chopsticks and tasted each dish. They all tasted good. Compared to the Sichuan cuisine he'd tried, the Kung Pao Chicken was truly authentic. He wasn't familiar with Shandong cuisine, but the flavor captured his appetite. He figured his wife would like it.
"That's really good. Call his mother out."
"Okay, Brother Yan, wait a moment. Dasha, come into the house and bring out two stools for me so we can sit down and talk." Fatty Yue happily went into the house. Feng Dasha went into the main room and brought out two stools. The stools were far away from Yan Rushan, and they were placed closest to Fatty Yue.
Yan Rushan's eyes twitched slightly, and he looked away, just watching.
Fatty Yue led Aunt Feng out, followed by two women, one old and one young; they did not come over, but stood at the door of the main hall.
"Brother Yan, Aunt Feng, please have a good talk. If you have any requests or ideas, just speak openly. There's no point in hiding anything!" Fatty Yue said this mainly to Aunt Feng.
Yan Rushan made a gesture of invitation and said, "Sit down and talk."
"Okay." Aunt Feng tugged at the hem of her clothes, walked over to Feng Dasha, and pulled him to sit down. She glanced at the dishes on the table and asked, "Boss Yan, what do you think of the dishes made by my Dasha?"
"Yes, I have learned it."
Aunt Feng felt relieved. "My little fool is a little bit stupid, but I taught him to be clean, hardworking and diligent since he was young. So, don't worry, if he follows you, he will definitely not cause you any trouble."
"Hmm." Yan Rushan hummed indifferently and asked, "What are your requirements for Feng Zheng's salary?"
Aunt Feng was stunned. How could she name her own price?
Fatty Yue winked at her from the side and said, "Boss Yan is a kind man."
"I trust the boss you know." Aunt Feng understood what Yan Rushan meant and said, "Boss Yan, Fatty said you're a kind man, and I believe him. Just name the price. We don't ask for much. As long as Dasha has enough food and drink, that's enough."
Yan Rushan smiled, the first time he had smiled since entering the yard, "Then your requirements are not high."
"My husband and I are still able to work, and he can support me by collecting garbage outside. We are worried about Dasha's future. Fatty said you are a kind person, so I feel at ease leaving Dasha to you."
"Then I can't betray your trust." Yan Rushan's smile faded, his eyes deep. "The cost of hiring a home chef outside ranges from over thirty to over eighty. Your Dasha can cook two sets of dishes, and his cooking skills are quite good. I can give your Dasha a monthly salary of eighty-five. Of course, if his dishes please my family, I will give him a bonus. If he works hard and doesn't betray my Yan family, I will also raise his salary if outside wages increase in the future."
"I told you that Brother Yan is a kind man, Aunt Feng, please agree to it!"
Aunt Feng nodded repeatedly, her eyes red, happy for her son; at least his future life would be guaranteed, if he saved money for two more years, he could marry a wife and give her a grandson, then she wouldn't have to worry about anything.
"Boss Yan, thank you. My Dasha will follow you. Dasha, from now on, you will follow Boss Yan, work hard, cook well, and don't worry about me and your father."
Fatty Yue felt very sad to see the mother and son separated. "Brother Yan, Dasha is a filial son. He would share the good things with his parents first at home. When he gets good things outside, he would think of his parents first."
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