Wang Yong did what he said, and each of them gave him some five-baht, and then invited two people to have a meal. The two of them left politely. As the tofu was ready, Wenming naturally tasted the so-called tofu and left with the commission this time.

Since this fee has been taken as a way to make a living, it is naturally impossible to get enough money. Wenming can only take the commission back to pay the bill. After all, their salary is directly linked to their performance.

"The tentative work content is reception and chores. You need to come to help the kitchen when necessary. The wage is tentatively 100 yuan per month, and two meals are included every day. At the end of the month, when the wage is settled, the performance bonus equivalent to the wage will be given based on the labor intensity of the month. In the last month of the year, an additional month of wage will be given as the year-end bonus. How about it?" As for Liu Li's wage issue, Wang Yong also offered his conditions.

"The conditions are very generous, the owner is kind and righteous!" Liu Li replied sincerely. For a refugee who had just passed away to Zhencheng with his family, the salary was really generous. As for performance bonuses and year-end bonuses, I have never had one.

Then Wang Yong felt a gaze coming from behind him. When he looked back, he saw Guo Jia looking at him vaguely. He seemed to want to ask questions, but he was a little embarrassed and felt a little hesitant.

"Your main responsibility is the account. Come and help the kitchen when necessary. There is not much working time every day. What I can promise is to include food and accommodation, plus a salary of 100 cents. How about it?" Wang Yong would not be polite to Guo Jia. After all, Guo Jia only works here every day, and strictly speaking, it only takes less than two hours.

"Yes!" Guo Jia was very satisfied. In this way, her salary in the yamen could be saved directly and reserved for later use.

"It's really easy to pass..." Looking at Guo Jia's happy look, I don't know why Wang Yong felt guilty. Then he looked at Liu Li. The kid's short linen seemed a bit ragged. Is this image of receiving guests...

But why does it feel like a full of lust? Wang Yong was a little confused. Liu Li gave people the feeling like a soft girl, both temperament and appearance. But his clothes were a little torn, and there were two more holes near the abdomen and the base of his thighs. Some skin was slightly exposed, which could easily attract imagination.

By the way, as a man, is it really good to have such white and tender skin? Wang Yong even subconsciously complained: "Liu Li, you are also from Pengcheng, and you are exposed to wind and sun all the way, why are your skin so fair?"

He looks very thin on the outside, but his complexion is quite healthy. The main reason is that this skin is a bit foul!

"I used to be a doorman in Wanshi House!" Liu Li explained when he heard this, "My appearance is one of my capital, so no matter what, I must take good care of it. Before taking office, we had to accept skin care courses for about three months. Now even if we become refugees, we can protect this capital to the greatest extent!"

"Speaking of this, since you have been a doorman in Wanshi House, why are you not now?" Wang Yong asked curiously.

"After all, I am over fifteen years old and cannot continue to be a doorman. According to the rules of the store, I either change to a salesperson or I can only resign. I am not very good at negotiations and are not very sensitive to numbers, so..." Liu Li said regretfully.

"Sorry, I asked something I shouldn't ask..." Wang Yong had no choice but to apologize at this moment.

"It's nothing, after all, I've found another good job now." Liu Li smiled naturally without any regrets.

"Then, the time is almost over, and we should prepare to feed... No, lunch!" Wang Yong looked at the time and immediately reminded.

"Okay, what do I need to do?" Liu Li nodded when he heard this and immediately followed Wang Yong to the kitchen.

Noodles are naturally indispensable. Since Chaoshi has eaten steamed buns, he has to change his pasta at noon. Wang Yong did plan to challenge handmade ramen, but now he doesn’t have so much time to try it out.

"Let's make this bacon!" Wang Yong weighed and made a decision.

The legend of Guokui has appeared in the Zhou Dynasty. It is said that when one of them is tied in front and back, it can even be used as armor. It has good anti-arrow ability and is called "armor baked from the pot". Another legend is that during the Wu Zetian period of the Tang Dynasty, soldiers put the dough into the helmet and baked it. The baked cake was like a helmet, so it was called Guokui. Wang Yong believed in this legend even more.

According to the different craftsmanship and practices, there were local specialty Guokui in Shaanxi, Gansu and Sichuan in later generations. What he wanted to make was the Guokui from Shaanxi. Of course, the thickness was slightly reduced, after all, he had no time to bake slowly.

If you add the dough, don’t add cumin and not add so much water. After waking up the dough, use a rolling pin to roll it out. The dough is very hard. Generally speaking, it will be a little stressful when rolled out, but it is nothing to Wang Yong today. After rolling it out, just roll it directly, which is not difficult.

"But it seems that Guokui has never appeared in this world..." Seeing Liu Li unfamiliarly learning to bake noodles, Wang Yong felt that the legend of Guokui, at least in this world, should have appeared from him.

"It's so simple to make!" After a pot of pot, Liu Li exclaimed, "It's just that thick, how can I put it in?"

"This is simple!" Wang Yong smiled and took it over, cut it into several pieces, and took out several seasonings at the same time, indicating that Liu Li dip it. At the same time, he returned to the kitchen, searched for it, and took out a jar of pickled pickled vegetables, but unfortunately there were no chili to put.

"It's acceptable to eat it in dipping sauce, but the dough is a little hard!" Liu Li took a few bites and commented directly.

"So that's it!" Wang Yong smiled, cut a knife in the middle of a pot-heavy, cut a gap, and then filled the pickled vegetables through the gap, signaling Liu Li to continue to taste it.

"This taste is acceptable!" Liu Li took a bite and was quite satisfied with the taste. The sauce tasted a bit heavy, far less refreshing and comfortable than pickled pickled vegetables.

Perhaps it was because of the small amount of food, or maybe it was just a short while after eating, Liu Li ate a piece of Guokui and felt very full.

"You can't eat this way? You have to work for a long time in the afternoon!" Wang Yong laughed, "Let's do it! I'll bring a baby brat back later and give it to your family. How about it? By the way, how many families are there with you?"

"There is a younger brother at home!" Liu Li whispered. Thinking about it, he is already seventeen years old, his father may be in his forties or fifties. The lifespan of men in this era is just like this. As for his mother, I'm afraid he has remarried.

"Is there a place to stay?" Wang Yong asked with concern.

"My brother is a doorman in Wanshi House and was assigned a dormitory. Here I am..." Liu Li was a little embarrassed.

"If you take care of your own living expenses and help with some housework at the same time, it's not impossible to cover it!" Wang Yong knew what he meant, so he just wanted to do it well. Anyway, there were two empty rooms.

"Thank you, the owner!" Liu Li said with tears in his eyes and a charming attitude when he heard this. With his figure, voice, and slightly longer hair, Wang Yong really regarded him as a girl in an instant.

"By the way, are you really a boy?" Wang Yong felt it would be better to ask directly.

"Yes, I am indeed a man!" Liu Li was a little surprised when he heard this, and then replied firmly.
Chapter completed!