Chapter 5: I'll apply for a job ()

The next afternoon, Wang Kuang and his second son begged along the street again. Several of the rich families in the city also heard that Wang Kuang had been unconscious for a few days but was alive again. They all said that this child was in a tough life and Wuchang dared not take him in. He was not allowed to be a good man in his previous life. They also felt a little awe. In addition, the Fujian people were simple and hospitable. Therefore, when Wang Kuang came to beg for the house, they all gathered some for the other family. After a round, they had a lot more income than before. They filled the broken pottery bowl. The second son naturally smiled happily, holding the bowl carefully all the way, and walked behind Wang Kuang to the sheep stall.

But he saw that E Yue and I were about to close the stall and were busy packing things. Seeing that Wang Kuang and the second son came, he quickly stopped the work in his hands. He looked up and down with a smile on his face for a while before stroking his chest and bowing, "Da Lang is here? Is your body better? Look, I'm sold out today. It's going to be the past. It's still an hour. But I'll leave you a bowl, look, I've left you a sheep tail."

How could he salute Wang Kuang? It turned out that he went home last night and cooked a small pot of lamb according to the method Wang Kuang said. In a short while, he was snatched away by two children, one son and one daughter who had eaten mutton soup. Neither he nor his wife could drink a few sips. It can be seen that the taste was very different from what he had cooked before. Especially when he was at the stall today, the mutton soup cooked by the method Wang Kuang taught was sold well. After several diners finished eating, they actually ran home and took a bowl to serve a bowl and went home to say that it was for their family to try. This was something that they didn't dare to think about before. Therefore, they became more and more convinced that Wang Kuang was a noble person. When Wang Kuang knew the etiquette on the grassland, they bowed to Wang Kuang like this. They even saved the surname and called him Dalang, which vaguely raised Wang Kuang's status higher than himself.

Wang Kuang didn't care about this. He was very happy to hear E Yue say this. On the one hand, he was acknowledged his grace for the meal. On the other hand, after these two days of conversation, E Yue looked very responsible. Now the business can have good hopes, and he is also happy for him from the bottom of his heart.

"In this way, uncle, you can sell more soup every day, and at the same time, some Hu cakes." Wang Kuang said with a smile: "Don't you like to soak Hu cakes in mutton soup? You can teach your diners to eat this too, and I think they will like it."

My God of Eternal Life!! He even knew this? Eyue and he looked at Wang Kuang incredibly with wide eyes: "Dalang has the guidance of Emperor Longevity? He even knows how we eat Hubiao."

"Uh, I also heard from the village peddlers before." After hearing that he was leaking his mouth, Wang Kuang quickly explained: "I like to eat food since I was a child, so I paid attention to it. My father and mother always say that I am not promising. Now I can't hear it." After saying that, Wang Kuang was a little sad. Wang Kuang is a modern person who is greedy and can do it. He started to cook at home in the third grade of elementary school, and always wanted to find new tricks. After a long time, his parents love to eat the dishes he cooked. After graduating from college, he changed countless jobs. He was so disappointed that he spent all his money at home. He thought about it: I am a bastard, mom and dad, are you okay? Do you know that my son is now more than a thousand years ago?

Wang Kuang said that he was greedy. The original dogs were rare to eat, otherwise they wouldn't always take their second son to fish, or even the grasshoppers dared to roast them to eat.

E Yue didn't think deeply about it, he was stumped by a problem: "But I can't buy so many sheep."

"No, don't worry, take your time. Uncle, you can discuss with the farmers who have sheep at home and ask them to raise a few more heads. If it really doesn't work, can you pay some deposit first?"

"Okay, Dalang knows so much, I will ask those people to raise more sheep. Just rely on the recipe you taught me, and I will find another sheep every day, and I guess I can sell it." E Yue and his eyes lit up. This was a good idea.

After saying goodbye to Eyue, Wang Kuang and his two sons were about to go back to Dao Temple to prepare their dinner plan.

When we were almost at the intersection of Taoist temple, we saw a bunch of people surrounding Fulai Inn by the south gate in front. Seeing that it was still early, Wang Kuang and Erzi were not in a hurry to go back, so they ran to watch the fun. Both of them were small and there were not many people around them, so they squeezed in smoothly.

It turned out that the master of the Fulai Inn quit his job and went home to mourn. He followed his apprentice nephew back to his hometown. It was May, and the number of vendors in the past was the most, so Fulai Inn had to recruit masters and kitchen helpers. Originally, the masters of the Zhangshao were specially hired to find them. Although Fulai Inn was not the largest inn in Jian'an City, because the original master of the Zhangshao was very good, he was in the past.

The merchants also had some reputation, and their business was very prosperous. But as soon as the master left, the business would definitely be deserted after a long time, but the time was urgent, so the good master could not be found for a while. The boss had to inquire with many sources, while sending a flexible-minded guy to the nearby states, counties and counties to inquire about famous masters. He was not idle in the inn. With the idea of ​​taking a chance, he set up a sign at the entrance of the inn to see if there were any suitable people coming.

Since most of the onlookers were illiterate, a waiter who ran the hall was standing at the door and carrying the tutor's words over and over again: "The monthly money is five yuan, and it will be more beneficial to the end of the year, so it will be covered with food and accommodation. The boss said that he would give a single courtyard at the back of the inn."

People around him were talking about it. You should know that although the world is just peaceful now, Jian'an has always produced a lot of rice and grain. Although it is only early summer and the harvest season is not yet reached, each bucket of rice is only 5 cents (each bucket is about 6 liters of modern times, about 25 kilograms). When the rice price is the cheapest in autumn, a bucket of rice is only 3 cents. A bucket of rice is always ten, which is one thousand coins, and five kilograms, which is five hundred coins, so how much rice can you buy. Usually, farmers can save three or five kilograms by the end of the year, which is considered a wealthy family. Then, they know that the food made by someone or a relative in the family is still good and go back to report the news.

Seeing that more and more people were watching, the waiter said even more excitedly: "Anyone who applies for a job can only make three dishes according to the boss's requirements and can hire him. After the best person is decided at the end of the month, he will be the master of the master. If the rest are willing, they can also have three monthly hikes, helpers can manage food and accommodation, and ten monthly hikes." Just as he was speaking, he heard a young voice saying, "Can I try it?"

Turning around, I saw two beggars, one of whom was about to touch his early 10 years old, and the other was only five years old, and the one who spoke was the bigger one. It was Wang Kuang.

"Go and go, why are you two going to make trouble! I'll bring some food to you later. Now I'm waiting. I'm busy." It's not that the waiter is snobbish, and he doesn't mean to look down on Wang Kuang. These days, the world has been peaceful for only two years, just a few years ago. Not to mention other places, there are so many people in Jian'an who have gone out to beg for the sake of going out. Therefore, the waiter didn't really drive Wang Kuang away. He just didn't believe that a beggar in his early 10 years of food can cook food. If he takes another step back, even if he knows how to cook food, I'm the master who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is only tall at the stove. How can he do it?

"What I said is true. I will do it no matter whether it is a red case or a white case." Wang Kuang was a little anxious. He didn't understand the inside story. Seeing that he had a monthly salary of five months and there were many people watching, he was really afraid that he would not be his turn to come. He forgot that he was now ten years old, and he couldn't blame him for not believing it.

"What is the case of the red case? Do you think it's a court? The case is still there?" The waiter was a little confused: "What do you mean by the red case? What is the white case?"

Wang Kuang suddenly saved it. It turned out that there was no such thing as the Hongbai Case at this time. So he briefly explained: "The Hongbai Case is for making meat and other foods, and the Baibai Case is for making pastry. This is what our village said in the original saying."

The waiter's curiosity was caught: "Your statement is fresh. The meat is naturally red when it comes to blood, and the pasta is naturally white. It's good, so it's a bit of insight."

Then there was a person who was so comfortable and shouted: Since this little beggar is knowledgeable, why not let him try it? At worst, it would be a waste of the ingredients of three dishes.

"Okay, okay, since everyone said that, you come to me first, just answer one question correctly, that is, do you know what food is cooked?" The waiter saw that the onlookers were all helping, and Wang Kuang just said something like the meat and pasta into a red and white case. Although it was the first time I heard about it, the meaning was simple and clear, and it was easy to understand. Maybe this beggar really had two tricks. So he took out the question of the tutor and asked Wang Kuang. This is also a step that the applicant should take, and there will be another step next. Otherwise, all those who come to apply for the job will go directly to make those three dishes. I guess before I could hire a master, the inn would provide the ingredients for those three dishes.

"Bai, fry, stir-fry, stir-fry, fried, stew, boil, roast, stew, stir-fry, these are the most common, and there are other not very commonly used: crispy, stew, chop, scall, etc.." Wang Kuang naturally opened his mouth and suddenly regretted it. He didn't know how many cooking methods developed by people in the Tang Dynasty, or whether the names developed were consistent. Anyway, what is certain is that the cooking methods he mentioned, needless to mention Jian'an, even if they were placed in the imperial kitchen of the palace, probably some people would not understand.

The waiter was stunned. Not to mention him, even the master of the scoop could do it, not to mention the several things that Wang Kuang said, he had never heard of. He had never heard of them. He had never heard of them, let alone the crowd of people watching. It was good to be able to occasionally stew chicken and duck and stir-fry two vegetables at home, but he never knew that there were so many cooking methods. Their original thought of watching the fun suddenly turned into curiosity.
Chapter completed!