Just as he was humming, he suddenly heard the voice of Mr. Yao behind him: "What are you doing?"

Jian Heng turned around and found that Mr. Yao was riding his big white horse very slutty, and was standing behind him to a distance of five or six meters. It seemed that the old man wanted to come up, but the horse was a little timid and refused to step onto the dock that Jian Heng had just made.

"You haven't seen it. I made the yacht out. How come I look good?" Jian Heng said as he stretched out his finger and pointed at the yacht parked in the lake.

Mr. Yao glanced at it and praised me twice: "No, it's pretty. You young people are really good at wasting money and spending so much money to buy such a thing."

"What's wrong with you?" Jian Heng didn't want to talk to the old man anymore, so he asked the old man what was wrong with him coming.

Mr. Yao said, "My two apprentices can start practicing now. Do you think they will start working now?"

Jian Heng did not agree immediately after hearing this, but instead asked: "Old man, the current guests, forget it, I'll say that right now. The guests are not good candidates for experiments. Let's do this, let your two apprentices first press the people on the ranch, and let Toby, Zhang Jialiang, Huang Xiaodong, and Zhao Changshan try it. They think the effect is good and there is no problem with the service. Could it be better to press the guests?"

Mr. Yao thought for a while and said, "It's okay, then I'll go back and notify them, but now you have to pay according to your internship salary. They are all big and big..."

Before the old man finished speaking, Jian Heng raised his hand to stop the old man from continuing to say: "I understand. I will notify the accountant later. I will go and try it in a few days. If their level is not good, I will still have to follow the rules."

"Of course," Mr. Yao nodded solemnly, and he was confident in his two apprentices.

After saying that, the master urged the horse and was about to leave. Jian Heng quickly called the old man when he saw it.

"Old man, don't leave. I'll go back to get the snails later. I'll taste the fresh before leaving!"

When Mr. Yao heard about the snails, the reins of the horse turned back: "You talk about snails? At this time, the snails have not really grown, they are still thin. It's just not long before spring is over."

"Big snails are all so big, I don't know if they are delicious or not, but they look good at the size and meat." Jian Heng reached out and gestured.

After hearing this, Mr. Yao turned over and got off the horse, tied the side reins of his mount to the tree next to him, put the reins that had been about five meters long, then rolled up his sleeves and walked to the dock.

When I raised my foot to the dock, I stepped on it hard. After trying it, I found that the wooden board under my feet was still motionless. I praised Jian Heng: "You guy, you can, this small dock is made in a pretty good manner!"

He walked to Jian Heng's side, looked up and saw two large wooden pillars in the water, reached out and patted them, then pressed the material with his fingers, then sighed, looked at Jian Heng and said, "You guys are used to being extravagant. Do you use this kind of wood as a pile? You can buy more than ten cement piles if you drive this piece."

"The cement thing pollutes my place. This thing is so good that it is not polluted at all." Jian Heng is now sitting on the shelf, holding two iron nails in his mouth, reaching out to pick up one, press it on the head of the wooden board, and then waved the hammer. Only a few clangs were heard, and the iron nail that was long with one finger was nailed into the wooden board by Jian Heng.

Mr. Yao and Jian Heng sat down face to face and asked, "Is there any hammer?"

Jian Heng reached out and touched it from behind, touched a claw hammer, and threw it directly to Mr. Yao.

The old man took the hammer and reached out to grab a few iron nails from the iron nail box. Like Jian Heng, he took one in his hand, held three in his mouth, and began to wave the hammer head and nailed the other end of the wooden board to the wooden shelf.

The two of them do the work on the left and right, and the work is much faster.

Mr. Yao had sex for a while and said to Jian Heng: "Xiao Jian, I want to go back to my hometown in a while."

"Go back to my hometown? Are you?" Jian Heng was a little surprised, thinking that the old man had any other ideas here and didn't want to do it here.

When Mr. Yao saw the expression on Jian Heng's face, he smiled and said, "I don't mean to go there forever. I just miss homesick. The old man has such a little bit of ambition."

Jian Heng understood the old man's psychology, just like his own son. He would miss his hometown when he lives anywhere. This kind of homesickness is very obvious to the older generation. No matter how good it is outside, it is not his hometown.

"When are you going to leave?" Jian Heng asked.

Mr. Yao said, "After a while, I'll wait for both apprentices to officially take over. By the way, I have another thing to tell you when I mention this, and I'm going to accept a female apprentice."

Jian Heng heard this and asked, "Female apprentice?"

After thinking for a while, he nodded: "As long as you are optimistic, you will be fine. There are so many female customers, and a male masseuse doesn't look like a lot."

"Then I'll let her come and see you later." Old Master Yao said this, with a playful smile on his face.

Jian Heng did not notice at this time that Jian Heng was now working hard to deal with the last few wooden boards on the dock. When he heard the old man say this, he nodded casually: "Okay, just ask her to come to me in a while."

"Okay, it's finally done. Old man, you wait here, I'll drive the boat over." Jian Hengyi put down his hammer, stretched his waist, and ran towards the yacht.

After stomping onto the yacht while stepping on the water, Jian Heng drove the boat to the dock, tied the cable to the pile head, sat on the dock, reached into his hand and said to the old man while washing, "Do you want to try it? This thing is so fast."

Mr. Yao waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I'm old now, so how can I still be as exciting as you young people? I'll stop trying."

The good old man helped Jian Heng put away the tools and put them all in the toolbox.

After washing his feet, Jian Heng controlled the water and put on his shoes and socks again. Then he carried the tool box on his hands of the old Yao and his son back to the house, put it in the tool box, and when he arrived at the kitchen, he found that Mr. Yao had already started to change the water for the snails.

"How is it? Is it still dirty? I have changed the water twice," Jian Heng asked.

Mr. Yao nodded and said, "There is nothing dirty anymore. The basin of water just now was quite clean. There should be no mud and sand. You can knock on the tail."

Mr. Yao said that knocking on the tail is to get rid of the shell of the snail tail. This will help to taste, and it will also help to further wash the dirty things in the shell of the snail.

When Jian Heng heard that he could knock his tail, he immediately turned around and found a pair of pliers and the old man, moved two small stools and sat down, and started to clamp the tail shell of the snail with pliers. With both hands, he heard a click. A small piece of shell behind the snail was broken, revealing the snail meat and a piece of snail intestine. He whipped it in the water and threw the snail into another basin filled with water.

Mr. Yao was doing his work very quickly, and he was able to catch up with Jian Heng one and a half. He saw him doing it like flying. Jian Heng had not picked up one yet, and the second one in the old man had already started.

"Okay, old man, I'm going to be stronger!" Jian Heng praised him.

Mr. Yao smiled and said, "I used to eat this every year. I was used to it and I was naturally fast. It was not the fastest time. In the past, I sat here the fastest ginseng snails and could pick up a big basket in fifteen minutes. Unfortunately, now the lake in my hometown is seriously polluted. Even in a small ditch, there are not so many fish, shrimps and snails in the stream!"

"You are so good at it. Will I come to fry it later or will you fry it?" Jian Heng asked.

Mr. Yao smiled and said, "I'll do it. I'm afraid that the fried snails will not taste enough. The most important thing is salty, fresh and spicy. Without these three things, the fried snails will not taste good."

"Success, since you are old and have high skills, let's do it," Jian Heng said with a smile.

After the old and young clamped all the snails in a basket, Jian Heng prepared a series of ingredients such as pepper, star anise, dried red pepper, green onion, and white onions, and set them on the table for the old man.

Not to mention, Mr. Yao’s racking style is really good. He hangs a white towel on his shoulder, holding a wok in one hand and a large spoon in the other hand, and he is like a chef.

The snails had not been put into the pot yet, and the fragrance that the old man burst out of the ingredients made Jian Heng so greedy that he swallowed and spit.
Chapter completed!