"What? Waiter?"

This time, Yang Xue really sprayed out all the rice grains and shouted immediately.

Yang Xue looked at the reactions of Zhang Kui and others, then lowered her voice and said, "Dad, you don't have a fever, are you? I just came back and joked with me?"

Yang Dachui shook his head slowly and smiled, "I'm not kidding. I'll tell me seriously, think about it, this kid is good."

"Dad, you're fucking fucking, waiter and I? How is that possible?"

"How is it impossible? The waiter is very outstanding. Can't he be worthy of you?" said Yang Dahui.

Yang Xue was really confused. In her opinion, Yang Dahui was simply a random match. No matter how outstanding Song Zixuan was, he was just a waiter, and even Zhang Kui was not even comparable. She had just been admitted to university and had a bright future. The gap between the two was a difference between heaven and earth.

And even if she is looking for a boyfriend, she will not consider Song Zixuan. She is looking forward to walking on the playground with her boyfriend on the university campus. Moreover, even if the other party is not a rich second generation, she should have a good family background, so she will never be Song Zixuan!

"Dad, just give up this idea. I can't find a boyfriend now, even if I look for him, I can't be a waiter!" Yang Xue said with a blank look at Yang Dachui.

Seeing that his daughter was a little anxious, Yang Dachui stopped talking. He has two characteristics on weekdays: one is stingy and the other is spoiling his daughter, especially not being angry with Yang Xue.

But of course he didn't plan to give up. Although he was not a big entrepreneur, he still had a vision after decades of business experience. Just because Song Zixuan could make the emperor fried rice, his potential was absolutely immeasurable.

After dinner, Yang Xue's previous words echoed in her mind. She didn't understand what made her father have such an idea and matched her baby daughter to a hotel worker...

"Dad, what's going on? You didn't have this attitude towards the waiter before. You even told me to get into college and find you a rich husband, but today you actually asked me and the waiter..." Yang Xue asked.

Yang Dahui put the money into the money box and said, "Daughter, if I say that the waiter is different from the past, he is a rich son-in-law, would you believe it?"

"What does it mean?" Yang Xue's expression became serious and said.

"I don't know where the waiter learned good skills and could make the best fried rice. Do you know what this means?" said Yang Dahui.

"Best fried rice? Dad, are you teasing me? So what if a fried rice is the best?"

"Oh my daughter, you still said you know too little. In the catering industry, an excellent dish can make a three-story restaurant popular for ten years!" Yang Dachui said, excited.

"But this is just a bowl of fried rice!"

"That's not ordinary fried rice, but emperor fried rice. I asked myself that I might not be able to cook it in this life. He is enough to be my master's generation with this skill alone."

Yang Daechui's words shocked Yang Xue. She knew that although her father opened a small restaurant, his cooking skills were not ordinary and he could be equivalent to Yang Daechui's master generation. This sentence was really heavy.

When her mother was still alive, she told her that Yang Daechui was once the top chef in northern China, but she was disgraced because she collected money in the local chef competition and deliberately let the water on the other party. Then she stayed in Chunxiangcai Restaurant and became a small boss.

“Emperor fried rice…”

"Daughter, do you understand what dad meant?" Yang Dahui said, as if there was a flame in his eyes, Yang Xue could clearly see his desire for Song Zixuan.

Yang Xue was silent for a while and nodded slowly: "Dad, what you said is true?"

“It’s true.”

"Okay, I'll think about it."

After saying that, Yang Xue took a deep breath and found a seat to sit down.

Yang Daechui is an extremely smart person, and his daughter is naturally a little smart. Although she is young, she also understands that no matter how hard a woman works in this era, she is better off finding a good man than to work. However, she is really not prepared for Song Zixuan.

She once thought of finding a boy with an excellent family background in college, so that he could enjoy the life of a rich wife without hard work after graduation, but if Song Zixuan is really such a potential stock as Yang Daechui said, it would naturally be an opportunity.

In Fang Jingzhi's small courtyard.

Fang Jingzhi sat on a bamboo chair and swayed slowly. Afraid of the cold night wind, Song Zixuan specially covered him with a thin blanket.

"Grandpa, I can't understand what's behind this recipe. What does it mean?" Song Zixuan asked with the recipe and smashed his mouth.

Fang Jingzhi smiled faintly: "Hey, Sun Tie, you can understand the recipe and it's already shocked me. Do you know how long the owner of this recipe used to read the recipe?"

Song Zixuan looked at Fang Jingzhi with a puzzled look on his face, but no answer.

"He used the first article of the recipe for four years, and then read it for seven years and realized five dishes."

Hearing this sentence, Song Zixuan was stunned and a kind of respect immediately arose in his heart. The tribute was not only the original owner of the recipe, but also the recipe.

"Four years...seven years..." Song Zixuan murmured...

Fang Jingyi smiled: "That's right, so you kid are planning to understand this recipe in one go?"

"Grandpa, I understand, I will learn it slowly."

"Hey, there are only three possibilities for not understanding the following content. First, you are not calm and unable to concentrate on comprehending the content. Second, you have limited qualifications. Being able to understand the initial content is already lucky. Third, you are unstable and have no foundation in cooking at all. Naturally, you will be slow to understand it."

Song Zixuan nodded slowly: "Grandpa, you are right. I... do have no foundation and my heart is not calm."

Upon hearing this, Fang Jingzhi snorted and laughed: "Boy, because of that golden and jade fried rice?"

"Jinyu Fried Rice?" Song Zixuan was stunned. He had never heard of this name before. He only heard Yang Dahui say that this was the Emperor Fried Rice.

"That's right, the first article of the recipe is about Jinyu Fried Rice. You should have already understood it?"

"Yes, grandpa, I... did it twice."

Then, Song Zixuan told Fang Jingzhi what happened in the past few days.

Fang Jingzhi narrowed his eyes and pondered for a while: "Well... Yes, I can earn 80,000 yuan. Haha, you don't have to come to see me, the old man in the future."

"Grandpa, no matter what you said, I have to serve you as much as I earn. I just want my mother to live a good life. If you don't let me go, I will refuse Lin Tiannan tomorrow." Song Zixuan hurriedly stood up and said with a serious look on his face.

"Fart!" Fang Jingzhi suddenly glared at her eyes and looked at Song Zixuan with a sharp look. In Song Zixuan's memory, grandpa seemed to have never been so anxious.

"Grandpa, you..."

"If you don't make money, why do I use to drink good wine? You are a 360-strong enterprise, and there are top scholars in each enterprise. Which one is not for making money?"

Hearing this sentence, Song Zixuan laughed: "Haha, grandpa, you didn't expect you to be a vulgar person?"

"Nonsense, if I'm good, I'll go hungry," Fang Jingzhi glanced at Song Zixuan, then narrowed his eyes again, "But Sun Tie, remember, if you plan to make money with this craft, you must first study cooking skills. Don't think that a portion of fried rice can support you for the rest of your life."

"Grandpa, I understand!"

"Second, before you really show your strength, you must not show off your skills if you let them cook. Any treasure will be worthless if you have too many, and the same is true for cooking!" Fang Jingzhi said slowly.

Song Zixuan understood what his grandfather meant, and told himself not to make fried rice for anyone before going to Lin Tiannan. If he cooked too much, no one would care about it, and he would most likely not be worth the 80,000 monthly salary.

"I understand grandpa, don't worry, I won't make it for others anymore, and even if I go to Lin Tiannan, I will make a request to make at most of the servings every day."

Fang Jingzhi smiled when he heard this: "Ghostly spirits, I like your little bastard's cleverness."

"Hehe, grandpa, I can't understand the following content anyway, otherwise you can tell me."

"Get out, I have to understand this thing myself, I won't tell you."

"Tsk, stingy, I won't bring you wine tomorrow."

"You guys try it, I tore this recipe!" Fang Jingzhi said angrily.

"No, no, don't, hehe, why don't... Grandpa, let's continue the story of the last time. During the Yongzheng period, the chef of the martial arts world opened eight restaurants within five years, all relying on the phoenix-patterned fried spoon. What happened to this fried spoon later?"

"Haha, do you want to hear it?" Fang Jingzhi picked up the wine bottle beside him and knocked on the bottle.

"Okay, I'll buy it for you tomorrow. Can you tell me first?"

Fang Jingzhi chuckled: "That's fine, that phoenix pattern fried spoon... I didn't know later. Anyway, when I was thirty, I bought it for seventy yuan!"

"Seventy? What are you kidding? It's true? Take it out and I'll take it to your eyes!" Song Zixuan immediately became interested. He was already interested in old things, and with the kitchen utensils, he couldn't wait.

Fang Jingzhi ignored it and stood up and smiled: "Want to see it? When you kid understands the second dish of the recipe, I will show you a look!"

After saying that, Fang Jingzhi opened the semiconductor and walked into the house swayingly.

Song Zixuan curled his lips: "This old man is so stingy..."

The next morning, Song Zixuan arrived at Chunxiangcai Restaurant. After all, he had the most jobs to get up early in the morning, picking vegetables, washing vegetables, and other miscellaneous work.

But what surprised him was that Yang Dahui arrived at the store early in the morning. You should know that he does not come every day, even if he comes after ten o'clock, he is not the one who gets up early.

"The waiter is here, have you had breakfast?" Yang Dachui asked hurriedly when he saw Song Zixuan enter the door.

"Boss, it's not yet. I'll do my job first and eat after I finish it." Song Zixuan said.

"No, look, Xiaoxue cooked porridge at home in the morning, come and try it." Yang Dahui said. Yang Xue had already come out of the kitchen, and he took a thermal bucket and immediately served a bowl for Song Zixuan.

"This...is not suitable, boss, Xiaoxue is back." Song Zixuan said.

"Well, this child has grown up and comes back as soon as he goes on vacation. He knows to help his family. Haha, waiter, Xiaoxue is a virtuous girl."

"Yes, yes, that's certain." Song Zixuan smiled silly, took the porridge and took a sip.

Yang Xue looked at Song Zixuan, her little face turned slightly red: "Don't burn your mouth, Zixuan, is it still suitable for the taste?"

Song Zixuan was stunned. What's wrong? Yang Xue had never said hello to him in a restaurant before, let alone serving him porridge and calling him Zixuan...

Yang Dachui nodded with satisfaction, his daughter is still sensible...
Chapter completed!