As the feeding time approached, Guo Jia also came back to help. Wang Yong gave Liu Li an hour to pack his bags. Of course, he also brought him a pot of milk.

"Don't eat this?" Guo Jia looked at Guo Kui curiously. This was the first time he had seen such a big and thick noodles. Or he had never seen such a big food before the owner "invented" the noodles.

Fortunately, this is not the super thick and large type of Shaanxi or Gansu, otherwise Wang Yong would probably have doubts whether Guo Jia could hold it. Even now, it seems that she is having a little effort to hold it.

"We still need to continue to exercise!" Wang Yong shook his head and learned cooking. What should I do if I don't have enough strength? Basically, many Chinese cuisines are related to wrist strength, especially when it comes to swelling the pot. Not only do you need strength, but also enough endurance.

Otherwise, the firepower distribution will be uneven, and no matter how good the knife skills and seasoning are, I will probably be an intermediate chef in my life.

"Sorry..." Guo Jia did not become confident because of her official career. The "shy" personality seemed to be imprinted in her genes. Even if Wang Yong was actually making fun of her, she would think that she was disgusting and then instinctively apologized.

"Learn to be confident, you have done nothing wrong!" Wang Yong comforted him when he saw this. If conditions permit, he should touch her head, but when he was cooking, his hands were dirty, so it was difficult to get other people's hair dirty.

As a chef, it’s actually just like that, with a smell of oil smoke, many women don’t want to be chefs, and there is this reason.

"Yes..." Guo Jia lowered his head shyly and replied weakly, with a slight joy in his tone.

Forty minutes later, Liu Li came back and brought some of her own personal belongings. It was obvious that she was rushing back, and when she returned to the Taoist shop, she was still panting. She only saw him half-squatting, his mouth slightly wide open, his cheeks slightly rosy, and his sweaty look, it was hard to imagine that he was a man.

"Wow... Liu Li, are you really a boy?" Guo Jia couldn't help but exclaim, "It looks even more adorable than many girls!"

"I'm a boy!" Liu Li replied affirmatively, "My father has always had high hopes for me, hoping that I can achieve better than women as a man!"

Actually, what your father said is true, not even his appearance is better than his appearance... Wang Yong complained in his heart.

"Wuyou, what's delicious at noon?" A familiar voice came from outside the door, and several familiar figures walked into the store. It seemed that the yamen was going down... It seemed that it was still a little early.

"Why did you go to the yamen so quickly?" Wang Yong asked curiously.

"Meng De said that in the future, we will give us an hour to have lunch in advance." Cao Ren said with a smile.

"In other words, starting today, we have officially changed to a three-meal system! Of course, Meng De also asked me to tell Wuyou that the yamen is still only responsible for providing two meals!" Cheng Yu walked in slowly.

"So, I have to prepare quickly in the future, otherwise you will have no lunch!" Wang Yong nodded to show his understanding.

"So, what's delicious today?" Xun Yu's head showed.

"Today I eat Guokui, each person has three pieces, a bowl of soup, and a small plate of pickled vegetables!" Wang Yong replied.

"Kuicken?" Many people seem to have heard of this word for the first time and are a little curious.

"It's kohlrabi. I bought some before and pickled it up." Wang Yong replied.

"The problem is this..." Xun Yu slapped the table directly, "This is no different from the steamed buns in the morning! I have to say that it is worse than the steamed buns and is very hard!"

Obviously, someone who had eaten steamed buns for three days concentrated on venting their resentment towards the steamed buns.

"You can eat this by dipping sauce or cutting a hole, and then putting the pickled vegetables in the middle to eat it! Believe me, the experience is completely different!" Wang Yong said slowly.

Xun Yu didn't say anything, just tried it silently. After he ate the pot-killed pickled vegetables, he felt that the taste was still right, but the satisfaction in his heart still had nowhere to vent, and continued to complain: "The dough is too hard!"

"So you can consider tearing the pot into small pieces and soaking it in the soup until it is soft before eating. This soup is the beef bone soup I made early in the morning. Carrots and water chestnuts are added, which is very sweet!" Wang Yong naturally had a solution.

"Yan, don't be so unreasonable. The method given by the shop owner can indeed make the Guokui much more delicious." Cao Cao, who came to the end, couldn't stand it and directly reminded him.

"I just always feel that I can't satisfy myself..." Xun Yu could only sit down and said aggrievedly while trying to make a soup.

"As far as the kitchen resources are concerned, I can only give such meals, but!" Wang Yong looked at Xun Yu, "If you are willing to add some twenty cents, I can provide a bowl of oil tea, or ten cents for a bowl of dumpling soup. You can soak the oil tea in Guokui, or dumpling soup to eat!"

The so-called oil tea is nothing more than oil tea and steamed buns, a common traditional snack in Shaanxi. Oil tea is cooked directly with peanut residue, sesame, and flour. As for peanut residue, it was brought by Wenming about half an hour ago. Wang Yong had asked him to help buy some. At the same time, the four hens that had arrived were already raised in the chicken pen.

"Wuyou, are you waiting for me?" Xun Yu looked at Wang Yong with deep meaning.

"This is not the case!" Guo Jia walked out with oil tea, "The food cost in the canteen has a fixed quota every day! Two pieces of pots, such as soup and pickled vegetables, just reach this quota. If there are more, there is no way to leave the account!"

It seems that when talking to Xun Yu, Guo Jia will not stutter, and he is indeed the object of opening up.

He paused and said with a smile: "But I'll treat you this bowl!"

"Yuanyuan, it's true that you are the best! I'm sorry before, we are still good friends, right?" Xun Yu immediately grabbed Guo Jia's hands with emotion and said with tears in his eyes.

"Of course, we have always been good friends!" Guo Jia also replied, and the previous crack was repaired immediately.

"So that's it... the owner is really bad-hearted." Cheng Yu looked at the three of them and smiled meaningfully, "There's nothing to do. The owner, let me have a bowl of oil tea!"

Not only Cheng Yu, he also asked for a bowl of oil tea, and he smelled the fragrance of peanuts and sesame seeds from afar. He instinctively wanted to taste it. The facts did not disappoint them. After soaking the pot and softening it in the oil tea, he scooped it up with a spoon. It tasted very good and was easy to eat.

The real depression was Dian Wei. She had no money and had a meal for five people. She only had a few days of work. If there were no rich people treating her, she would naturally not be able to eat delicious food. Fortunately, she cared more about whether she could fill her stomach, not whether it was delicious.
Chapter completed!