Chapter 59： Han Guishan

Han manager could not help but glance at the dumplings in his hand.

It is a very ordinary vegetable dumpling. The method of adding pickles is the same as that of childhood, but the noodles should be rougher when they are young, and it is best to add rice bran and rice paste to add a pile of wild vegetables to make soup. Three meals a day Eat it all.

Most importantly, this dumpling made him think of his grandmother who had already died.

The daughter of a chef, the best dish in a lifetime is a dumpling.

"Which young classmate did this pickled dumpling?" Han asked the director.

Uh ...

My little classmate, who is making pickled dumplings, is being spicy to heaven by spicy chicken.

Qi Jiangfeng no longer remembers how many glasses of water he drank. Basically, it was a piece of meat with a sip of water, and the tears were so hot that it was out of his eyes.

Qi Jiangfeng even felt that his mouth was swollen.

I touched it as if it really swelled.

As a native of Sichuan, Wu Minqi couldn't understand how Jiang Feng was spiced up by spicy chicken and chicken. She even did n’t use spicy fresh chili for the elementary school students. Sprinkle a peppercorn.

The most spicy food that Qijiang Feng had eaten in the past 20 years was the kebab of Chen Xiuxiu who led him to the alley in high school. Later, he went to the hospital for two days to hang up because of uncleanness. But compared with Wu Minqi's spicy chicken, those skewers that are so hot that Jiang Feng breathes in are nothing more.

Qijiang Feng realized for the first time that he really couldn't eat spicy food.

Even though it was spicy and became a sausage mouth, Jiang Feng ate the dishes on the plate cleanly.

"Will we be making dinner later?" After dinner, Wu Minqi was sitting on the seat a little eager to try.

Unlike Jiang Feng, she can practice her hands every day in her shop. Since going to college, in addition to the occasional holiday home to go to the back kitchen to help, this is her first time cooking in City A.

Min Jiangfeng could see that Wu Minqi was tickling.

But he broke Wu Minqi's basin of cold water: "No matter for dinner."

Wu Minqi's face was full of regrets.

"Hello President, the store is open in school and can stay in the kitchen at any time." Wu Minqi was extremely envious.

Thinking about the taste of the dish just eaten, Jiang Feng suddenly came up with an idea.

"Do you ... do you usually have many lessons?" Jiang Feng knows that Wu Minqi is studying food nutrition. The major sounds very watery but the course is not watery at all. The heavy work belongs to engineering.

"I don't go much." Wu Minqi skipped the class reasonably. "I thought it was a specialty in food at first, but I didn't expect it to be chemistry."

Min Jiangfeng: ...

As everyone knows, you should go to a certain East to learn about ingredients.

"Ahem, if you escape ... If you don't go to class very much, you might as well come to our shop to help you. The kitchen is for you. My kitchen has four stoves." Jiang Feng said.

I also missed a Sichuan cuisine chef.

Qijiang Jiankang is sweet and spicy and does not exist.

健康 If you find a spicy word on the menu, you can count it as a healthy cooking dish.

Wu Minqi's eyes lighted up immediately: "Can your kitchen be used freely ?!"

"You have to order before you can use it."

"That's OK!" Wu Minqi was crazy about cooking this time.

There will be no leave after National Day this semester. Before today, Wu Minqi hadn't encountered a kitchen knife or pot for three months, and she was cutting radish in the night to sleep and dream.

In a sense, she is a kitchen fool.

"You will come when you are free." Jiang Feng said nothing about salary.

Wu Minqi didn't realize that Jiang Feng actually invited her to be a chef in the shop, and even thanked Jiang Feng for providing her with a cooking place. After all, she didn't get paid when she helped out in the Wu family restaurant.

She said that she is not short of money. Although Grand Master Wu has strict requirements on junior cooking, he has always been generous in money, as long as it does not involve yellow gambling and poisonous money, he can spend it casually.

After reached a friendly agreement, the two began to shake.

In the afternoon, classmates from the School of Music and Dance, who can sing and dance, performed programs for the lonely elderly. Jiang Feng decided to take a good seat early. Tickets for activities held by the Music and Dance Academy on weekdays depend on snatching. Chess clubs can get two tickets. It's good. They are the ones with the outermost door. Jiang Feng went there once and danced on stage. Miss Sister's face was not clear.

This time, Jiang Feng decided to touch the fish to occupy a seat!

Even before Jiang Feng found where the performance hall was, she was taken away by the fascinating teacher Chen who came out of nowhere.

"The Korean manager is looking for you!" Teacher Chen took Jiang Feng to the performance hall.

说 Coincidentally, manager Han is in the performance hall.

"What Korean school manager?" Jiang Feng knew nothing about the internal staff structure of Chenfeng Primary School.

"The manager of Han is one of the five managers of our school. He wants to talk to you about the dumplings you made at noon today." Teacher Chen only knows so much.

Qijiang Feng was shocked.

I ca n’t. The rich people ’s stomachs are so expensive these days. Are you sick after eating pickled dumplings?

All are fine grains and useless coarse grains!

Qiu Jiangfeng followed the teacher Chen all the way to the performance hall.

Everyone is decorating the venue. In fact, it is a group of elementary school students who place flowers on their seats, and put a piece of plastic and ribbon decorations on the wall. Those decorations are ugly.

Students who did not see A University are probably preparing in the background.

Qiu Jiangfeng heard that the students from the Academy of Music and Dance performed rehearsals for several weeks and attached great importance to it.

I also knew that Jiang Feng, a person who had no interest in the activity, came to know that the location of the volunteer activity was Chenfeng Elementary School. Liu Qian knew it three days before him.

Han Han is on the second floor.

老师 Mr. Chen took the person and walked away consciously. On the second floor, there were only Han Han and Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng couldn't help but feel nervous, but watching the Korean manager smiled kindly and didn't look like he was having trouble eating his stomach, and he was also wondering what the manager of a private aristocratic elementary school asked him to do as a student of A .

The most important thing is that Jiang Feng looks familiar to the Han school manager.

I seem to have seen him or a photo some time ago.

Isn't that ... a guest in the shop?

的 Have the customer class of healthy cooking restaurants rise to such a high level?

"Mr. Xiaojiang." The manager Han said, "Don't be nervous, I have something to come to you and want to ask you."

"Ding."

Minjiang Feng :? ? ?

怎么 What's the matter of a game clang? ? ?

Speak, you obviously have customer service and what player feedback you receive, you have the ability to update you have the ability to finish the next words!

Nothing happens in the game.

"That ... Han ... Mr. Han, have we met somewhere?" Jiang Feng felt that he was not a student of Chenfeng Elementary School. Dong felt that the more familiar he was.

The Korean manager stunned for a moment, and smiled randomly: "Student Xiaojiang may have seen my picture and forgot to introduce myself. I am Han Guishan."

Han Guishan!

Good taste boss!

Qiu Jiangfeng knew why he felt that Han Guishan was familiar. He had visited the delicious official website when searching for matches in the morning, and Han Guishan's photo was on the official website.

And ...

Compared with the real person, the photo seems to have been P.

Eyes P is big, and the skin is white and thin.

"Excuse me, does Mr. Han need any help from me?" Jiang Feng asked, but he doesn't think the good boss needs his help.

"That ’s it. I had the honor to taste the pickled dumplings made by Xiaojiang classmates at noon today. I think the significance of Yidu Sitian is very good. I want to carry out Yidu Sitian education activities in the company, so I would like to ask you Help me make a batch of pickled dumplings like today. "Han Guishan Road.

Qiu Jiangfeng was a little speechless.

老 The idea of ​​this old-fashioned boss really is different. After eating a dumpling, I can think of carrying out educational activities in the company.

But pickled dumplings are game recipes. Jiang Feng can only make 60 in a day, and he refused: "I'm sorry, Mr. Han, I can only make up to 60 pickled dumplings in a day, which may not meet your requirements."

"60 is enough, ten a day is enough." Han Guishan Road explained with a slightly surprised look at Jiang Feng, "I want to start this activity slowly, starting with the company's senior executives."

Min Jiangfeng: ...

老板 Boss Han is indeed a very thoughtful boss. His thinking and brain circuits are completely different from normal people.

"Ten times a day is totally fine, six in a group, and twelve in a day. How about you?" Jiang Feng said.

"I also have a merciless request, can you please Xiaojiang, please come to my house to make these pickled gardens?" Han Guishan continued.

Minjiang Feng :? ? ?

毛 What's wrong with this boss, Han, and pickled dumplings?

"It's like this, I want to learn this dish myself, and make it for my son myself after a while. The kid was born and raised, and it should be a bit bitter. The price is not a problem, and Xiaojiang classmates have a trip ~ www.novelhall.com ~ How about a thousand a day? ”Han Guishan asked.

Thousands!

The billion-dollar Weng Jiangfeng was killed by Han Guishan on the spot.

Although the brain circuit of this boss is relatively clear and unique, he is very generous! At first, Jiang Feng only wanted to sell a six-dollar one with a big price and a bargain price. I did not expect Han Guishan to directly offer a thousand yuan.

I can buy 12 dumplings for a thousand yuan, and no dumplings are available.

Qiu Jiangfeng agreed on the spot.

Then got WeChat from Han Guishan.

When Jiang Jiangfeng went downstairs, people were a little bit floating.

This feeling is like falling money in the sky, no one hits, just hit Jiang Feng, even the wind blowing on the face is a fan of soft coins.

Minjiang Feng was caught by the sharp-eyed student union officer when he arrived at the door.

"Jiang Feng, why are you going to the second floor? By the way, your show, you haven't reported it yet." The student union officer left a small book with a pen in his right hand.

"Program, what program?" Jiang Feng was awake a little bit of money.

"A performance in the afternoon, every society must produce one. The Student Union didn't notify me by SMS last week. Didn't you receive it?" The student union officer asked.

Qi Jiangfeng took out her mobile phone, turned it around for a long time, and finally found the notice sent by the student union last week in the interception message.

As for why the number of the student union officer is blocked ...

Qijiang Feng silently looked at the sky.

表演 "Performance ... Performance ..." Jiang Feng really couldn't think of any other specialty besides eating and sleeping and cooking. He simply broke the jar and broke, "I perform chopping vegetables."

"Ha? Chop vegetables?" The student union officer was dumbfounded.

"Yes, cut vegetables!"