Chapter 1846: Chapter 1672: Making Friends (Super Chapter of 6,000 Words)
Master Chai was in the kitchen with Xiaozhou, bustling around enthusiastically.
Nearby, two aunties who were temporarily hired to tidy up pots and pans in the evening were helping while gossiping:
"You know, life with money is good, living in such an expensive hotel, specially hiring a chef..."
"Yeah... Master Chai, how much was your salary before?"
The existence of Master Chai was to demonstrate Boss Lu’s generosity, and at this mont, he was vague but not too vague: "Salary, bonuses, profit-sharing and stuff, just about a million or so..."
Wow!
This level of inco in the countryside definitely shocked the two ladies.
Their movents in carrying plates beca more diligent, and one even looked at the stove’s mouth: "Add firewood?"
Then asked: "Where did you learn your skills? I have a relative who wants to send them as an apprentice to your hotel, how many years to graduate?"
Master Chai had likely been asked this question many tis, his expression unchanged, quickly flipping a pan, the flas rising inside the pan startling the two ladies once again.
Xiaozhou laughed at this mont: "It’s not easy to join our hotel! First, you need a professional certificate. Then, apply at the hotel, go through a proper assessnt by the whole chef team, and finally the boss makes the decision..."
"Think about it, with such a salary, what kind of chef couldn’t we attract? Surely, there are requirents."
Indeed.
The aunties gossiped for a bit and had a clear understanding of the saying "you get what you pay for," then switched the topic to Xiaozhou:
"Master Zhou, you’re young, are you married?"
Lun Chuan had just reached the kitchen door and found himself laughing uncontrollably at these words, turning away to help set tables in the backyard.
He had already confird Master Chai’s cooking skills.
Boss Chang didn’t skimp either, they had a perfect grasp on flavor, bringing out the freshness of the ingredients, compared to Seventh Uncle, it was another style.
But if they’ve co to cook, they can’t be expected to wash up or do nial chores afterward, right? It wouldn’t cost much more, so he simply hired cleaners to work overti.
The cleaning staff at the guesthouse were originally trained in collaboration with star-rated hotels in the urban area and worked here with two villagers for a while, now they’re quite proficient.
The remaining two aunties, although a bit gossipy, listened to instructions and weren’t stubborn—they were the sort of people afflicted with years of labor ailnts, unable to do heavy farm work.
Such physical conditions made it tough to work outside, while staying at ho doing farm work was unbearable, so having relatively light cleaning jobs, they cherished it dearly.
Moreover, Lun Jing, being agreeable when she should, had experience in managing people and never hesitated to dock wages when necessary; naturally, their chatter would be filtered.
Now, they only discussed village gossip, not guest trivialities, nor did they gossip behind custors’ backs, which Lun Chuan was very satisfied with.
Seeing the current scene, from Master Xiaozhou’s wife to kids, there was likely much to chat about!
Just as they were speaking, Lun Jing ca out with a huge basin of waterlon.
Having stayed in the countryside for a long ti, her style beca rugged, now with pieces of waterlon in a large stainless steel basin, devoid of any plating aesthetics.
But according to Lun Jing, for this group of twenty or so people, how could sothing plated so delicately be as enjoyable?
Instead, when Master Xiaozhou served the dishes and saw it, he couldn’t help but furrow his brow:
"Bosses, next ti let us cut the waterlon. Look at this, the waterlon rind is wasted..."
Eating them in hearty chunks, when everyone gobbles them up and gets their faces covered, how could the rind be leftover for stirring-fry or salads later?
They only had options to feed them to pigs and chickens.
They didn’t appreciate what they had!
Lun Jing laughed heartily: "Tomorrow we’ll eat lons! The musklons on the mountain are fragrant now. Masters, shall we go pick them together tomorrow morning?"
With that said, who would care about waterlon rinds anymore!
Xiaozhou imdiately poked his head out of the kitchen: "Sure! But I’ve not driven the three-wheeler in a while..."
Lun Jing patted her chest: "I’ll do it! I can drive!"
Just then, they saw He Kuang’s son co downstairs, full of energy:
"Grandma Lu, I can ride a three-wheeler too!"
Since he was 3 years old!
Being called Grandma by such a young child, Lun Jing felt quite uneasy, having stayed in the countryside, she still considered herself a young beauty.
So she said: "You haven’t got your license, can’t ride a three-wheeler in the countryside—want to co pick musklons on the mountain tomorrow? If you want, call
Ms. Lu in the future."
The young gentleman with a primary school diploma (in progress) looked at his grey-haired grandma, then at the suavely curled, gentle and elegant Lun Jing, and switched his address without any difficulty:
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