??Chapter 676: 676. Iron Pot Stew Old Goose_1
Chapter 676: 676. Iron Pot Stew Old Goose_1
In the truck bed, two huge suitcases took up quite a lot of space, though Duoduo and Cang Er were fine with it, Daju jumped right on top of the suitcases and settled there comfortably, casually flicking its tail—
Clearly, the environnt, be it good or bad, didn’t affect the little kitten’s happiness.
But it was different for Big White.
With its two flat flippers supporting its plump body, it was particularly arduous, and the electric tricycle often bumped along the broken cent road.
Behind its slightly upturned rear, the suitcases just happened to block any space for maneuvering.
So much so that it was extrely irritable throughout the journey, incessantly flapping its wings and “Goose Goose Goose—” honking and cursing. Its beady eyes glared fiercely at Qian Tianfu and his apprentice, who kept falling behind, as if it was ready to go up and give them a harsh peck at any mont.
Through the rearview mirror, Qiaoqiao noticed that the new chef had fallen behind again, so he hit the brakes once more to wait for them.
Since his sister said to pick soone up, he naturally had to bring them to the doorstep to be considered responsible. Getting out of the car, he saw Big White’s fierce deanor and quickly petted its head:
“Big White, you can’t just start pecking at people, or else Sister will get mad.”
Big White: …
It seed to rember the fear of being grabbed by the neck, and at this mont, it tucked in its wings and crouched down, looking pitiful.
anwhile, Qian Tianfu’s apprentice, Wang Xiaoshun, was also asking his master:
“Are we really going to work here?”
With so many restaurants outside offering high salaries to lure chefs over, why pick this place? Even if it was for retirent, this place was just too inconvenient, wasn’t it?
Qian Tianfu was soone who valued loyalty, and without a word from his old boss, he had no plans of changing jobs.
But this ti, the young boss had invested a lot of money and seed determined to go all out. For this reason, the old restaurant building was going to be completely rebuilt—not at the rapid pace of current shop refurbishnts, aning it would take so ti.
Honestly speaking, Qian Tianfu ca over, giving up his vacation mainly to train his apprentice, and incidentally, to have him learn a few tricks from Old Song.
As for whether or not he was working… hey, wasn’t it just about making so mass-cooked als? How difficult could that be?
And as for the salary of four thousand yuan—he wasn’t lacking that four thousand yuan with many years of culinary skills, was he?
Think about the past when he and Old Song were so fiercely competitive!
And then suddenly, a head chef was parachuted in, a proponent of Western cuisine no less.
Of course, back then, Qian Tianfu understood that in the structure of a Western-style hotel, the other party was just an executive chef and it wasn’t a slight against their skills.
But he was so full of youthful impetuosity then!
Thinking that they had both been competing for so long and the whole hotel knew it, how could soone just be brought in without a word?
Neither could swallow their pride, which resulted in them both resigning.
Looking back now, leaving in a huff back then wasn’t a misunderstanding.
The actual reason was that the managent simply looked down on their old-fashioned Chinese cooking skills—after all, years of coexistence let everyone know each other’s temperant. The arrival of the parachuted chef without a word was a clear signal for them to take the initiative and leave.
In the end, the boss tried to retain them, gaining a good reputation for himself.
Pff!
So many years later, Qian Tianfu still gets annoyed thinking about it. Now that the young boss is remodeling the hotel, he actually feels quite happy about it.
After all, if it didn’t change, their own business would really be snatched away by the place opposite.
There he was, the young boss nervously asking him to take a few months off, saying he would still get his salary, but he didn’t take the paynt. Instead, he promised not to switch jobs, all for the sake of venting off this frustration.
Now, looking at this tranquil village, he couldn’t help but sigh:
“I can understand now why Old Song would rather stay in this rundown village.”
It was too quiet, too free. Without all the scheming and rivalry, life could be more comfortable.
But no sooner had this thought crossed his mind when he saw the bumpy, broken cent road ahead, and he couldn’t help but curse again:
“This Old Song, what kind of godforsaken mountain den is this?”
After cursing, they heard a goose honk!
There, in the back of the tricycle, that ferociously fierce Big White goose was still staring at them. Master and apprentice fell silent for a mont, not daring to slack their pace, and could only hurry to catch up.
Wang Xiaoshun even muttered, “That old goose would be so fragrant if stewed on a wood stove!”
Qian Tianfu glanced at him, “Look at that goose, it has a car and a driver. Now look at us—we’re talking about stewing it in an iron pot. Let’s not even speak of status, whether you can beat it is another matter!”
So, they moved along, stopping and starting until Qiaoqiao finally completed the great task of picking soone up and successfully parked the car in the yard.
And as Qian Tianfu led his apprentice into this country villa, his expression had beco much more relaxed.
But before he could even exchange a few pleasantries, he suddenly caught a whiff of a different scent!
It was the thick aroma of rice, mixed with the faint, inherent sweetness, a sign that the rice cake had just been stead!
Next was the rich yet elusive fragrance of tea eggs—odd, even when he used to cook tea eggs himself, he was never able to achieve such a distinct aroma!
There was also the scent of fried rice with green onions and garlic sprouts, and the thick, sweet sll of rice porridge…
Damn it!
At that mont, Qian Tianfu felt a shiver run through his body, making even his hair stand on end!
He thought to himself, hats off to you, Old Song! After all these years of silence, you’ve mastered such skills!
Has he, Old Qian, co here only to embarrass himself?
Damnable! Damnable!
…
anwhile, the people in the yard, who were engrossed in their als, looked up and were initially stunned, but then they beca joyful:
“Ah, the new chef has arrived!”
Song Sancheng ate quickly; he had already taken the bucket to feed the pigs and dogs on the mountain. Wu Lan, who had just co out of the kitchen, heard this and hurriedly put down her bowl of porridge, warmly greeting them—
“You must be Chef Qian, right? Oh my! Your cousin has been praising you for a long ti. I’ve been looking forward to eting you at ho every day. We’ve been eagerly waiting for you!”
“Co, co, sit down and take a rest. Have you eaten? This porridge is made of rice we’ve just harvested. Co and try it?”
“Do you want porridge or fried rice? Have the fried rice, we’ve just picked green onions and garlic sprouts this morning, and they’re incredibly fragrant!”
“And this rice cake, it’s sweet and not greasy at all, really delicious!”
Wu Lan listed these dishes in what were plainly the most unadorned terms but, matched with the aroma, it felt as though she described them better than any hotel chef could!
Qian Tianfu and Wang Xiaoshun, slling the enticing aroma, were almost chanically seated by her arrangent.
Then, Qian Tianfu ca to his senses, his eyes gradually lighting up—
“Yeah! This isn’t just about cooking skills, it’s clearly about the quality of the ingredients!”
He spoke haltingly and Wu Lan didn’t quite catch his aning, but she agreed with his conclusion.
Proudly she claid, “That’s right? Our hogrown vegetables, fruits, and rice, lots of people are clamoring for them, they taste incredibly good!”
“Chef Qian, coming to our house was the right choice.”
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