Chapter 8

Before four o'clock in the morning, the genius was bright, and Jiang Chan sat up. She didn't sleep all night, so she wanted to get up early and go to town to see if she could take a chance.

If she gets up late, Wang will definitely stop her from going. Wang looked at her very closely. Jiang Chan wanted to go out. She could only run out quietly before Wang got up.

After washing her face in the yard, Jiang Chan pushed open the gate and went to town. The original owner has been to the town. After she married an old widower, she often went to the town to sell firewood in order to survive.

According to the memory of the original owner, Jiang Chan walked towards the town. After all, she was young and fast. Even so, it took two hours to reach her destination, which shows how remote the Jiang family is.

It was early winter when Jiang cicada came. It was still dark at more than six o'clock. There were not many pedestrians on the road, but the breakfast stand opened.

Standing in front of the stall, watching the shopkeeper pack steamed stuffed buns, Jiang Chan sucks her nose. It's really the instinctive reaction of the body. The original owner has never eaten steamed stuffed buns in his life. Instead, Jiang Miao, the eldest brother of the original owner, has a fairly good meal.

The youngest ginger apricot sometimes flatters and sells well, and can also get some. Only the original owner is tired every day. He gets up earlier than the chicken and sleeps later than the dog, but he has become the hardest one in the family.

Jiang Chan's mouth took a cool smile, looked at the white meat steamed stuffed bun, and then left without looking back. Only the stall owner was there to sell: "steamed stuffed bun, the newly released steamed stuffed bun, a penny."

Leaving behind the Hawker's cry along the way, Jiang Chan kept walking all the way and soon walked through the most prosperous street in the town.

Said to be the most prosperous, in fact, there is no comparability with modern. After wandering around like this, seeing that there were no people in the street at present, Jiang Chan simply stopped and leaned casually against one side of the wall.

She lowered her eyebrows and her mind was empty, thinking about what to do next. The place where she is standing now happens to be the back door of a restaurant, and the back kitchen of the restaurant has gradually made some movement.

On one side of the back door stood two wooden barrels, and several stray dogs circled around the back door. Suddenly the door creaked open, a chubby man came out, waved to the stray dogs, and fed them the next second.

Jiang Chan frowned and thought for a long time. She gradually had an idea in her heart. She went round to the front door of the restaurant. At this time, the sky has gradually brightened, and there are more and more pedestrians on the street.

The restaurant is already open. A waiter is cleaning the tables and benches. Seeing Jiang Chan coming in, the waiter hurriedly greeted him with a smile: "brother, is it a tip or a hotel?"

Jiang Chan is stunned, brother? She remembered that she was in a hurry to go out, and her clothes were gray and short. In addition, she couldn't comb her hair in a bun, but only tied a ponytail.

Especially for her small body without chest and ass, it is understandable that the waiter will mistakenly recognize her as a little brother.

Jiang Chan felt a little flustered, but her face was tight and tight. She said with a straight face, "I'm not a top performer or a hotel keeper. I'm looking for your shopkeeper."

The sophomore, who was 17 or 18 years old, immediately took Jiang Chan to the counter when he heard Jiang Chan say so. Inside the counter stood an old shopkeeper in his fifties. He had a goatee and looked approachable, but the flash in his eyes could not be deceived.

The shopkeeper saw Jiang Chan when she came in. He was old and refined. The waiter would recognize the wrong gender, but he wouldn't. It's just that people don't say it, and the shopkeeper won't point it out.

Looking at the waiter with Jiang Chan coming to the counter, the shopkeeper pulled the abacus and looked at the girl who was one head higher than the counter: "Why are you looking for me?"

As a senior worker, Jiang Chan puts her attitude very low. Although she has few facial expressions, she has no problem with her mouth. She can still speak.

"I'm Jiang Chan. I'm good at cooking. I want to ask the shopkeeper to give me a job and I'll eat."

The shopkeeper's eyes widened. Although women are not forbidden to appear in public in the world, few women come out to work. What's the wind blowing in his restaurant today?

The shopkeeper shut up again when he saw the short fight of the gray cloth clothes with a part of her wrist exposed on Jiang Chan. He didn't say anything else, but asked with a smile: "there are several restaurants in this town. For example, Chunfeng restaurant not far away is the largest restaurant in the town. In addition, shuyuzhai is also a famous restaurant. Why did you choose my small restaurant?"

Jiang Chan frowned and knew that he must give a reason today. Otherwise, it's not clear. Why do people want you to work here?

"I came out early in the morning. I've seen the Chunfeng building and Shuyu Zhai you mentioned, and I've walked through the back door. They really have a large scale and look very elegant, but you are different from them and more human."

This immediately aroused the interest of the old shopkeeper. He looked at Jiang Chan with leisure: "how do you say this? Can you see the human nature?"

"Naturally, I can see it." Jiang Chan nodded and quickly organized the language: "there are two wooden barrels in your back kitchen, which should contain the leftovers of the guests the previous day. Just now I saw an uncle still feeding stray dogs."

"I've also seen the back door of Chunfeng building and shuyuzhai, and there are wooden barrels for leftovers, but there are no stray dogs there. What does this mean?"

Jiang Chan's words were very pertinent. The shopkeeper was immediately happy. He falsely pointed Jiang Chan's head: "boy, you're very insightful. Can you read?"

If the original owner, he must be illiterate, but Jiang Chan can read. Although some words are different, he can still understand and guess its meaning.

Jiang Chan was not that kind of crazy, but nodded slightly and used sister Lin's words: "just about recognize a few words."

The shopkeeper thought the girl was interesting the more he looked at Jiang Chan. He held his chest in his hands: "your boy fits my heart very much. I'm a restaurant. If you don't have good skills, I can't just stop you."

Jiang Chan immediately knew that the most difficult level was over, and the rest was a piece of cake. Her face finally showed a smile: "if you don't believe it, I can show you."

"OK!" the shopkeeper waited for this sentence. He said to the waiter on the other side, "stop idling around and take Xiaojiang to the kitchen to cook two dishes."