Chapter 12 Pot Stickers (1)

At dusk, Zhang Caimai appeared in front of Zhao Ji Restaurant with a vigorous old man of half a hundred years.

Looking at the crooked sign at the door of the restaurant with the words "No Customers Welcome", Zhang Caimai was stunned for a moment. He instinctively raised his eyes to look inside the restaurant, only to see a mess inside the restaurant.

: After lunch, the remnants of the dishes and chopsticks that haven’t been cleared away are still sitting on the table with no one paying attention to them. Overturned tables and chairs, and broken dishes and dishes can be seen everywhere.

This situation...is like a fight.

Zhang Caimai couldn't help but frown. He raised his feet and was about to enter the door when he saw Wen Mingtang opening the curtain and coming out from behind.

What a coincidence! Zhang Caimai was too lazy to go in and called the girl: "Ms. Wen!"

"Zhang Caimai!" Wen Mingtang saw Zhang Caimai greeting him with a smile, and looked at the unfamiliar old man beside him.

Could this...could it be the chef from the Imperial Kitchen that I mentioned in the morning?

But when the old man saw Wen Mingtang, his heart suddenly went cold.

However, everyone had come over, so he still patiently asked Zhang Caimai: "The cook you are talking about who is good at..."

Zhang Caimai pointed at Wen Mingtang, who was walking over, and introduced: "This is Miss Wen, whom Zhao Sishan personally recommended. I am determined to make sure that you, the picky young men in the Imperial College, can't make a mistake!"

I originally thought that this matter should be finalized and just a formality.

As soon as Clinker said these words, the old man's face immediately turned cold: "No need!" The old man shook his head and said, "She can't do it!"

Zhang Caimai immediately became anxious after hearing this: "Why not? Master Jiang, are you afraid that her craftsmanship will not hold up? That's okay, she can take a test or two..."

"It has nothing to do with craftsmanship!" The old man shook his head, interrupted Zhang Caimai unceremoniously, pointed at Wen Mingtang, and said bluntly, "I am afraid that the parents of those students will be the first to disagree with her cute appearance!

"

As for what was going on? The old man didn't wait for Zhang Caimai to ask, so he started to explain.

"Why did the cook at the front of the road leave?" The old man said this, still a little angry in his heart: "There is a cook named Zhou at the Dali Temple ahead of us. Although her skills are mediocre, we don't want to pick her.

. What happened to you? Some time ago, a fourteen-year-old student went back and made a fuss with his family about marrying Chef Zhou! The family of the student was so angry that they went to the Imperial College and made trouble for several days.

!”

When the old man said this, he still had a frightened expression on his face: "The chef Zhou in front is just a pretty girl, but she already has this kind of appearance. This little lady Wen is born with such a pretty appearance, no matter how good she is at cooking.

To eat, even our imperial chef wouldn’t dare to ask for it!”

Zhang Caimai was speechless after talking: "..."

Wen Mingtang did not expect that one day he would be rejected by the public chef because he was not ugly enough and not because of his poor skills.

The three of them were relatively speechless for a long time.

At this moment, Zhao Lian opened the curtain and ran out from behind, her face so red that she was almost bleeding: "Sister Wen, my mother is making trouble again. She just found a piece of Bai Ling and said... If you don't leave, she will

Hanging... I can't even pull him back..."

Zhang Caimai and the old man on the side were dumbfounded.

Wen Mingtang originally agreed that Zhao Sishan would tell Zhang Caimai what happened in the past two days, so he told him in a few words everything he had encountered in Zhao Ji's restaurant in the past two days. After listening to this, Wen Mingtang became angry.

He immediately sneered: "She cried, made trouble, and hanged herself? Where did she get her face? Yue Rou bought this..."

"But Zhao Sishan is not here! It is difficult for an upright official to interrupt household affairs, especially when she is not here right now, and Zhao Dalang is her brother. With this man here, it will be really troublesome for us to get involved here." The old man said this,

He touched his chin and looked at Wen Mingtang standing there, feeling somewhat guilty for no reason.

It wouldn't matter if she refused because of her craftsmanship, but the reason for her refusal was that she wasn't ugly enough... Well, it was indeed a bit unreasonable.

Now, seeing that this young lady was going to have no place to stay, Old Man Jiang thought for a while and said, "Actually, I have a ready-made place here!"

Zhang Caimai didn't expect Mrs. Liu to show up like this, so he immediately drove her away crying, making trouble, and hanging herself. Now it was impossible to slowly help Wen Mingtang find a good place to go, so after hearing this, he hurriedly asked Old Man Jiang:

"Where to go?"

Jiang Laosou picked his teeth and pointed in the direction of Zhuquefang: "The public kitchen of Dali Temple Yamen in front of the Imperial College is always short of people!"

When Zhang Caimai heard this, his expression changed immediately, and he refused without thinking: "I can't do it as a public chef at the Yamen of Dali Temple!"

Jiang Laosou glanced at him and said: "Do you think you can get a job like a public cook in a government office at any time? Except for the Dali Temple government office, it is really hard to find a public cook who is short of people for a while!"

Zhang Caimai glanced at Wen Mingtang beside him, with a look of hesitation on his face.

To be honest, if I had time to look for him slowly, I would definitely not let Wen Mingtang go to Dali Temple to cook! But now, it is obvious that Miss Wen is going to have nowhere to go! Although she is not unable to live in an inn, Miss Wen is alone

People will have to consider living alone in the future. It is really not cost-effective to waste money in an inn.

Glancing at the little Wen Mingtang standing there prettyly, Jiang Laosou blushed slightly and touched his nose in embarrassment: He originally promised Zhang Cai to buy it, and he didn't want to break his promise, but he really didn't expect that this little lady Wen would actually be born.

Such a lively look!

This morning, he was asked by Yu Jijiu to give him some advice. Yu Jijiu made it clear that the new cooks and cooks, regardless of gender, should not be good-looking, and it is best not to even have good-looking ones.

Jiang Laosou also felt that this request was outrageous, and muttered on the spot: "It sounds like the public chef needs to find an ugly guy!"

As soon as these words came out, Yu Jijiu slapped the food table and said: "We need to find an ugly one who can't affect the students' study! Maybe the student's appearance is less good, and the students can still spend time eating.

I have less time and can study harder, so I can leave the Imperial College as soon as possible!"

After saying this, Old Jiang was amazed: It is indeed a sacrificial wine, but he can still think so!

But Yu Jijiu had said so, and even if he took Miss Wen back, she still wouldn't be able to pass Yu Jijiu's test.

"Why don't you first ask Miss Wen to stay in the public kitchen of Dali Temple Yamen for a while, and I will help you keep an eye on these days," Jiang Laosou said. "When there are vacancies in other Yamen, we can send this Wen

Madam, please transfer over."

As soon as he said this, seeing that Zhang Caimai was still hesitating, Jiang Laosou said again: "Although it is a bit difficult to be a public cook in Dali Temple, it is not without its benefits. The place is short of people all year round, and I heard that the public chef, cook, and maiden are allocated to the public chef.

The yard is all empty. After Miss Wen went in, she was even given a room of her own, so she didn’t have to worry about sharing with others, so it’s a good thing!”

Zhang Caimai fell silent.

Taking advantage of this moment, Wen Mingtang finally found a chance to interject. She couldn't help but asked curiously: "Why do you think this Dali Temple public chef is a scourge?"
Chapter completed!