While Gu Yu and Lai Gan were busy at the front, Qiao Yun made about a hundred kilograms of chili noodles. In addition, there were several large jars of bean paste. She hired an ox cart early the next morning. Take it and send it to Ding Shi Ji.

She hasn't delivered goods to Ding Shiji for more than ten days, and she doesn't know what the situation is like there now.

As soon as she reached the stone bridge next to Ding Shi Ji, she met the purchaser of Ding Shi Ji in the middle of the bridge.

When Na Caimai saw her, he immediately slapped his thigh with a smile on his face: "Oh, I was just going to find you, but I didn't expect you to come now!"

“Could it be that Ding Shi Ji has run out of chili noodles?”

"It's almost the bottom!" Caimai smiled and returned to the restaurant with Qiao Yun. As soon as he entered the backyard, he shouted: "Here, help me!"

Steward Ding walked out of the side room, took a closer look, and immediately greeted everyone. He methodically carried a jar off the cart, carried it into the kitchen, and placed it in a ventilated and dry corner.

"What is this? It doesn't look like chili noodles."

"This is Doubanjiang!" Qiao Yun opened a jar and showed it to Manager Ding, "I haven't sent a recipe to our restaurant for half a month. This is something I just figured out!"

Manager Ding took a closer look and saw that the jar was filled with reddish-brown sauce and exuded a spicy aroma.

Qiao Yun covered the jar and asked the movers to move the bean paste into the kitchen. She took out a stack of folded paper from her sleeve: "Here, the recipe!"

These are Sichuan dishes that have been widely spread in later generations. In addition, there are also delicacies made with bean paste from various places.

Mapo tofu, boiled pork slices, spicy shrimps, fish-flavored eggplant, meat crab pot, twice-cooked pork, large plate of chicken, etc.

Because there were no potatoes at this time, Qiao Yun replaced all the dishes that used potatoes with taro. Taro was introduced to the Central Plains from South Asia and Southeast Asia during the Han Dynasty. There were more in the south and less in the north. Taro was rarely eaten in Shanxi. Things. It happens that the meat crab pot and the large plate of chicken are two hard dishes, so it is understandable that they are more expensive.

Manager Ding took the recipe and smiled when he saw it: "Miss Qiao, everything else is fine, how do you make this crab pot? It's not the time to eat crabs now, there are no crabs on the market! And these shrimps, Although there are many shrimp sellers in our market in Quwo, these are the plumpest shrimps in summer and autumn. They are usually wilted shrimps, so we don’t rarely serve them in our restaurants.”

"Then let's try something else!" Qiao Yunhun didn't care. Doesn't the store that sells meat and crab stew also sell chicken wings and pork chops? The sauces are almost the same.

Qiao Yun walked into the kitchen with Manager Ding holding the recipe, and Chef Bao immediately handed over the pink apron attentively.

When the people around saw this, they laughed and said, "We are in luck again!"

"If you have any instructions, just tell me. I won't bother you with chopping vegetables."

After hearing this, Qiao Yun immediately said rudely: "That's a good relationship. Chop me a small steak, cut three chicken legs into pieces, and some taro, peel and cut into pieces, cut the eggplant into small pieces, slice the tenderloin, and make it tender. Cut the tofu into small pieces, slice the pork belly, and forget about the rest for now."

When Chef Bao heard this, he felt extremely distressed.

"Holy darling! This year's taro is more expensive than meat! You asked for two at your asking price. You can try cooking for us and eat it for hundreds of dollars at once."

"Who told you to use big taro?" Qiao Yun said with a smile, "Small taro will do too."

"Can this thing be used for cooking?" Chef Bao scratched his head.

"Then how else do you usually eat it?"

"Just cook it and dip it in honey to eat, or steam it and press it into puree to make a snack."

After hearing this, Qiao Yun couldn't help but feel a little proud. She tied an apron on herself and started to make some sauces for cooking. While mixing, she said: "Otherwise, it has to be me. I'm good enough for you to see."

I didn’t get the 20% of my shares for nothing.”

Zhen Haochi on the side was shocked.

My niece actually owns 20% of the shares? When did it happen...

While he was washing vegetables in the backyard, he carried the vegetable basket towards Manager Ding who was sitting at the table in the courtyard and asked quietly: "She took 20% of the dry stock in our restaurant? When?"

Steward Ding touched his beard and smiled enigmatically: "It's not our restaurant, it's the entire Dingshiji! There are fifteen branches in Xuan Tang, more than a hundred branches, and 20% of the total profits of all restaurants!"

Zhen Haochi was stunned on the spot.

Seeing this expression on his face, Manager Ding found it even more interesting. He smiled and said, "You have to take good care of this relative. There are many futures!"

"No, it's not..." Zhen Haochi came back to his senses, his eyes still full of shock, he stammered: "She is such a small person, and she got 20% of the shares? After this season

But it’s only three to five hundred guan! You don’t have to do anything and you can earn so much by just lying down! Is this appropriate? I’m afraid it’s not good..."

"Hey~ That's a bad statement." Manager Ding waved his hand with a know-it-all expression, "My boss spoke in person and signed the document in black and white. She speaks eloquently, so I guess she has her own thoughts. We can't say for sure.

Why, as an uncle, you don’t want her to make money like this?"

"That's not what I meant." Zhen Haochi's lips trembled, and after thinking about the words, he said, "If she is a seller, no matter how much money she makes, I won't say anything. This is her skill after all. But she can get 20% of the stock.

...She is a country girl after all, how did she get such a great blessing? I'm afraid she won't be able to bear it!"

In the simple concept of ordinary people, the blessings in a person's life are limited, which is destined from the time of reincarnation. Those young ladies born in wealthy families naturally have more blessings, while children born in lower-class families like them are naturally blessed with more blessings.

Even if you have little luck, if you suddenly receive a huge blessing, you may not have the life to enjoy it.

With the lesson learned from Mr. Lu's murderous act, Zhen Haochi didn't want anything to happen to his niece again.

Manager Ding dismissed this statement.

He sneered and shook his head: "You guys! You just don't have a long-term vision. Yes, according to your point of view, everyone has his own destiny, but did her blessing just fall from the sky? It's a recipe and a seasoning.

Yes, she earned this by herself!"

"But those food recipes are just a few pieces of paper..." Zhen Haochi fell into a deep tangle.

"Don't take the recipe seriously." Manager Ding stretched out his hand and knocked on his head. "Just talk about the best-selling rice wine roast pork in the building. You think you can blurt it out just by touching it.

Shouldn't she think about it? You people always think it's easy to use your brain. If this is really the case, why does the county magistrate, the most tired person in the county government, still show respect to the master? "

These words left Zhen Haochi speechless, and his outlook on life and values ​​seemed to have been refreshed.

That makes sense!

Manager Ding saw that he was in a daze, so he kicked him: "Go and wash the vegetables, don't make your niece wait in a hurry!"

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Chapter completed!