Picking Up a General is Good For Farming

When Li Yunshan saw what Han Yingxue said, he was embarrassed to refuse. After thinking about it for a while, he just asked Han Yingxue to cook a dish, and he didn't lose anything. If the customer is satisfied, it won't cause him such a headache now.

"Well, that's fine!" Li Yunshan nodded in response, and asked Xiao Er to lead her to the back kitchen.

Li Yun's restaurant is called Fulai Restaurant, one of the three restaurants in Qingfeng Town, but it ranks last among the three restaurants.

Business is neither good nor bad. Han Yingxue observed it and found that there were no special dishes in the store, which was the reason why it failed to attract customers.

The back kitchen of Fulai Restaurant is also considered large, with a lot of vegetables and meat in it.

There is only one chef, and the others are all helpers.

When the chef Yang Dashan saw Xiao Er coming, he hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "How are you doing, are you satisfied this time?"

Xiao Er shook his head, sighed, and said, "No way, the guest said we still have to do it!"

Yang Dashan's face darkened for a moment, and his expression was very ugly.

After cooking for so many years, I have never seen anyone say that his dishes are not delicious!

He is a well-known cook in Qingshui Town, and many people come to him for banquets in the countryside on weekdays.

Today's guest changed tables several times, which made him suffer a lot!

Yang Dashan saw Han Yingxue behind Xiaoer, and asked, "Who is this? Why did you bring it into the kitchen casually!" There was a bit of reprimand in his tone.

"The shopkeeper asked me to bring it here, saying that it was to cook a dish for that guest just now!" Xiao Er said truthfully.

Yang Dashan glanced at Han Yingxue, quite contemptuously, wondering if the head of the shopkeeper was kicked by a donkey, and even let a little girl come to the back kitchen to cook for the guests, and he was not afraid of smashing the signboard of the restaurant.

Faced with Yang Dashan's disrespect and contempt, Han Yingxue didn't bother to pay attention.

People in this world always look at people with colored eyes, but sometimes eyes can deceive you.

Yang Dashan looked at Han Yingxue, snorted coldly, went to the stove to pay money, and continued cooking.

Han Yingxue lightly touched the wing of her nose, Yang Dashan obviously didn't want to cooperate with her.

She had never been to the back kitchen, and the stove was taken by Yang Dashan.

"Uncle, if Uncle Li asked me to cook, you must give me a stove, right?" Han Yingxue asked in a crisp voice.

Yang Dashan snorted coldly, "Didn't you see that I was using it? Isn't there a small stove next to it, light it yourself!"

The corner of Han Yingxue's mouth twitched slightly. She saw it, but she wasn't omnipotent. For example, it took her a long time to start a fire in an ancient stove. Her skill in raising fire was not as good as that of Han Yingwen and Han Yingwu. .

"Xue'er, let me help you!" Hu Xiaoli rushed forward with a smile, and squatted in front of the stove to light a fire.

Han Yingxue didn't bother to argue with Yang Dashan, to waste all that energy, it's better to cook a dish and let him know what slapping the face is.

Han Yingxue cooks a very simple dish, pork ribs with mushrooms.

This dish is probably eaten in every household in modern times, but the people here are not used to eating shiitake mushrooms. Firstly, the shiitake mushrooms can only be picked on the mountain, and the quantity is too small. .

But the shiitake mushrooms absorb the meaty taste of the ribs, and the ribs absorb the taste of the shiitake mushrooms, which is very delicious.

Hu Xiaoli got used to doing housework, but soon became angry.

Han Yingxue didn't let go of what she was doing.

Grab a handful of shiitake mushrooms from the bag and soak them in hot water.

With all the ingredients and utensils in the back kitchen, Yang Dashan was busy with the work at hand. There was no time to make things difficult for her.