As soon as Cheng Guanli entered the restaurant, Xu Yuzhen hurried over.

He smiled and said, "Yeah, I'm still so full of energy. Didn't I have insomnia last night?"

"Hehe, where is Chef Zhao's people?"

"Afterward, I was quarreling with Uncle Huang, so only Mr. Guan could calm the scene. I heard that he had a quarrel with Cheng Dehai, and it seemed like he had a jar of stinky vegetables or something."

"Hey? This is a bit interesting, let's go over and take a look!"

Before entering the kitchen door, Cheng Guanli heard the two people fighting inside.

He quickly ran over and grabbed Chef Zhao's hand, "Oh! Welcome, you should be in your early fifties, so you are taking the liberty to call you Uncle Zhao!"

Old Zhao was stunned and quickly stood up and said, "Oh, you, you are the boss Cheng Guanli? You are so young and promising. I have a quarrel with Cheng Dehai. I would rather come to work here than go to him. He will get 200 a month. I was going to take the three of them to fight you, don't mind!"

Cheng Guanli smiled and thought to himself that you are too straightforward, and you may not be able to use someone else.

"Uncle Zhao, you have thought too much. You are you, they are them. How could I mind? I am missing a chef. Mr. Huang is too tired alone."

Lao Zhao curled his lips and said, "Then he still squeezed me?"

"Well, I heard the smuggling between you guys and two of you. It's very warm. It's called saying whatever you want. There's no twists and turns. I don't want that one on the surface and the other on the back."

"Okay, just by your words, I'm right! You can give it whatever you want, and I'll go to work now!"

Cheng Guanli smiled and said, "Since Cheng Dehai gave you a monthly salary of 200 yuan, I can't lower it. In fact, the salary I give to Mr. Huang is also 200 yuan per month. Although Mr. Huang doesn't want it now, I save it for him."

Lao Zhao looked at Lao Huang, and Lao Huang curled his lips proudly, "It's just that people can do things when watching the ceremony!"

Cheng Guanli said again: "Uncle Zhao, I will pay you a salary of no less than 200, but it cannot be higher. It is not because Mr. Huang is here, but because I am more than 200. Cheng Dehai will say everywhere in the alley that I am not authentic and dig up his corners at a high price."

Lao Zhao nodded and said, "I understand, I am content with 200. One month will be worth more than two months of my salary. If Cheng Dehai talks nonsense outside in the future, I will ask him to argue with him."

"Hehe, as long as I still invite you 200, he will be speechless. By the way, why did you and him have a quarrel?"

When Lao Zhao heard Cheng Guanli ask this, he burst out laughing.

"Well, that matter is a bit difficult to be at the top of the house. He asked me to make sauerkraut fish, and I would launch it at a low price on the day of opening to specifically support your business."

Xu Yuzhen couldn't help but say, "What a good guy, he is really worthy of being Cheng Dehai and Guan Ye. You were counting on him to retire and see him to see him off. Look, who are they?"

Lao Guan pursed his lips, "Yeah, didn't I find a suitable one at that time? I wouldn't have known that I could have come back from the Northwest if I had known that I could have come back from the Northwest. I wouldn't have drunk his Cheng Dehai's wine."

Cheng Guanli smiled and said, "Okay, okay, let's not talk about that, Uncle Zhao, please tell me slowly, I want to write this plot. I'm worried about how to write a sketch script recently. This is a good topic."

Old Zhao nodded and continued to speak.

"I have to make pickled fish from the south, but it's too late, so he insisted on me pickling it. I told him that this season and temperature cannot be pickled at all, and I didn't listen to the explanation. I gritted my teeth and marinated him a tank. As a result, it smelled, sour and smelly. He blamed me, I blamed him, we broke up after a fight!"

"Ah? This, hahahaha..."

Cheng Guanli's music was broken, "Isn't Cheng Jianwen a chef? He doesn't understand?"

"He knows nothing. He has only been learning to cook for four years. He is still a wild way. He is learning from the kitchen of the machinery factory. He is both treacherous and bad. He insists that I deliberately give them a warning, saying that I hide my true skills and are afraid that he will learn to leave. It's ridiculous. I wanted to accept him as an apprentice before coming. Now it seems that I have had a good time, otherwise he will bite him back in the future."

"Okay, don't hide it here. After all, Mr. Huang can do it if you know it. Don't be afraid of being learned to be absent. You can also study this new dish casually. Let's start moving. I'll go back to conceive the script."

Lao Zhao nodded, "I admire you, I won't say anything. You will know over time that my old Zhao's skills are not a fool."

As he said that, he went to get the spoon.

"Slow down."

Old Huang curled his mouth and said lightly: "There is one thing I haven't said good to say. Can't this matter be decided?"

Cheng Guanli asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's just who is older or younger, and who listens to anyone?"

"Haha, what's the point of this? Of course, you are old Mr. Huang. No matter in terms of age or qualifications, you have the final say in Shuxiangxuan's kitchen. In Shuxiangxuan, except for Guan, Sister Yuzhen and me, you are the older ones! Uncle Zhao, do you have no objection?"

Lao Zhao glanced at Lao Huang, "I said, "Huang Laojue, you forced Boss Cheng to say why? I've come to cook a second stove for you, and I'm saying it's not redundant? I'm asking me to pay my respects to you? Okay, brother is here, Zhao Saner is paying you a greeting!"

As he said that, he knelt down on one knee.

Old Huang hurriedly reached out to stop him and laughed: "If you want to make such a statement earlier, why would I say that more? Start construction!"

Lao Guan spat, "Damn it, there are so many rules, why didn't you starve to death back then?"

"Hehe, isn't it that the Lord has helped me because of the friendship between the older generation?"

Lao Guantou pouted and said, "Okay, stop talking, work!"

Seeing that the kitchen was over, Cheng Guanli went home with confidence. Xu Yuzhen asked with a smile: "Do you really bring the Cheng family affairs to the stage?"

"The sketch comes from life. These are so many ready-made examples, but I have to give him some art processing. You can wait to watch the show during the Chinese New Year this year."

At this time, Cheng Dehai and his son didn't know that Lao Zhao had gone to Shuxiangxuan and was complaining to each other.

Cheng Dehai said: "Jianwen and Jianwu, why don't you look at it? You haven't opened the lid these days to see what's like in the jar? You have to wait until the smell comes out before you find out?"

Cheng Jianwu said: "Then Lao Zhao said he couldn't open it casually. Who knew it was broken inside?"

Cheng Jianwen said: "Stop talking about this, I'd better invite him now, otherwise our Shuwei Garden would have to change its name. I wouldn't be able to cook Sichuan cuisine."

"Brother, you have to go. Yesterday afternoon, my last words made me angry."

"Jianwu, do you know that I was so angry that I left with just one word? He wasn't even more angry when I went there?"

"Then, I won't go, don't always let me do such a job that will admit my mistakes."

"Okay!"

Cheng Dehai glared at Cheng Jianwu, "You want to piss me off? When is it time? You talk about this with your brother. You go to his house first, and then you said that after he left, I had a fight with your brother and got sick. You can vent your mouth and I will go and invite him in person tomorrow!"

Cheng Jianwu did not dare to argue with his father, so he had to buy some fruit on the street as instructed and rode his bicycle to Nancheng to find Lao Zhao.

As a result, when he went to Lao Zhao's house in Nancheng, he asked, and Lao Zhao's wife said that Lao Zhao had gone to work early this morning, but she was going to Shuxiangxuan, and asked Cheng Jianwu to go home and tell his father Cheng Dehai that Lao Zhao would not serve him anymore.

This sentence made Cheng Jianwu stunned for a moment. After thinking about it, he didn't dare to go back and tell Cheng Dehai, and he carried his father over in one breath.

'This is not easy to do, so I'll just talk to Guanli. How can I dig up other people's cooks like this? I'll talk to him well, so he can't just hit me, right? It's better to take Lao Zhao back. If I can get it back, then my parents and grandma will look at me with admiration. Yes! Let's talk to Guanli!'

Chapter completed!