Meal Sweet Home: Farm Lady

Chapter 91
After finally watching the blind old lady go, a middle-aged man with a bald head and big ears came again. He looked like a monk once, and his appearance was like a sand monk.

With a "bang", the "monk" knocked on the table with one hand, and Nan Yan, who was so frightened that she didn't notice, was startled.

"Excuse me...what can you do?" Nan Yan asked politely, thinking that she is here to apply for the job, right?

"I'm here to apply for help!" said the monk in a rough voice.

Nan Yan blushed again, she really didn't know what to do.

"Tell me about your experience..." Nan Yan had no choice but to follow the normal process.

The stout monk stroked his shiny bald head, and said with a gruff smile, "I used to be a young monk, cooking in the temple."

"Then you are now..." Nan Yan couldn't help asking when she saw that the nine ring scars on the top of his head had faded away, and the top of his head was covered with sparse fluff.

The monk laughed foolishly, and said embarrassedly: "Later, because I couldn't control my mouth again and again and ate meat, I was kicked out of the gate of the temple. Now I carry goods at the pier for a living."

The monk who was kicked out of the temple was really honest. It seemed that he was just thick and fierce on the outside, but he was still an honest man in his heart.

"You were carrying cargo at the pier, why did you come to my place to apply for help?" Nan Yan asked again.

The monk pouted his nose and said, "It's too hard to carry the goods, and I can't earn much money. I used to chop vegetables and cook in the temple, so I have experience." He said confidently.

"Oh, that's it, then you might as well try it!" Nan Yan took out another small potato and put it in front of the monk, "Peel the potato first, and then cut it into shreds."

"Okay, watch it!" The monk took the potatoes and played with them for a while.Then he picked up the kitchen knife and put it near his mouth, blew it, and then cut the potato.

After hearing a few "squeaks", the potato was immediately peeled, but the skin was cut too thickly. It was originally a small potato, but now the skin is removed...

"that……"

"Wait, watch it, and watch how I shred it."

The monk didn't listen to Nan Yan's dissuasion at all, and cut the potato shreds again...

Although this small potato is not worth much, but watching the potato being trampled by the thick middle-aged monk until it looked like a potato, several black lines on the top of Nan Yan's head were pulled out again...

"All right!"

The action is quite fast, but the potato shreds of different thicknesses and lengths are placed on the cutting board, which is really unsatisfactory.

"You... your temple used to cut vegetables and cook like this?" Nan Yan asked in disbelief.

"Yes, as long as it is a vegetarian dish. Monks don't pay much attention to food, as long as they are full." The monk saluted while talking, as if he had returned to the days in the temple.

Nan Yan couldn't help but shook her head helplessly, and persuaded: "I'm sorry, what we want to open is not a temple, but a restaurant. Please forgive me for not being able to hire you. I'm really sorry."

Nan Yan returned the gift, and then carefully cleaned up the pitiful potato shreds on the cutting board.

"Come on, I can also steam steamed buns, steamed buns, cook rice, stir-fry bean sprouts..." The monk was still in Nan Yan's ear, and Nan Yan pretended not to hear it, and received the next applicant.

Compared with the monk, this candidate did not look much better. His skin was darkened, his clothes were patched, and he was still limping when he walked.

"You are..." Nan Yan thought to herself, you are here to apply again, right?How come none of the applicants look normal?
"I did it..." The black-skinned man suddenly laughed, his teeth were quite white, but two front teeth were missing...

"Eh..." Nan Yan couldn't help sighing secretly.

She didn't want to say any more, and she didn't want to be said to judge people by appearance, so she took out a piece of winter melon and put it on the cutting board, "Then try cutting this winter melon into thin and transparent slices!"

The black man chuckled, "It's a piece of cake! Do you know why my leg is limping? It's because I cut vegetables and get limped!"

As he said that, the black-skinned man gestured to the way one leg was strenuously chopping vegetables, which reminded Nan Yan of the sketch of "selling abductees" that she often watched when she was living in modern society...

The black-skinned man picked up the sharp kitchen knife, and after a few clicks, he cut a piece of wax gourd.

"Look, I've cut it, let's see how it goes?" The black-skinned man was very confident in his knife skills, patting his chest and said.

Nan Yan looked down and couldn't help but turn pale with shock!How can this be a thin and transparent wax gourd slice?It was chopped into winter melon juice by this black-skinned man...

"What I want are winter melon slices...not winter melon juice..." Nan Yan said speechlessly.

"What are winter melon slices? If I chop them into juice for you to see, wouldn't it better show my invincible knife skills?" the black-skinned man said proudly.

"I'm sorry, I don't recruit those who don't come as required, please go back!" Nan Yan picked up a rag and wiped off the sloppy winter melon juice, full of depression.

"Little girl, just give me another chance, I promise to do well." The black-skinned man actually called Nan Yan "Little Girl", which made Nan Yan very unhappy.

"I'm sorry, you can go!" Nan Yan drove away with a slightly dark face.

"Little girl, what's your name? Where do you live?" The black-skinned man continued to strike up a conversation with a cheeky face, intentionally not to apply for the job, but to tease him.

"I'll say it again, you can go." Nan Yan knew that the black-skinned man was not kind, so her face became gloomy, and she drove him away.

At this moment, the black-skinned man grabbed Nan Yan's arm roguely, and said, "It's okay if you don't give me a chance to be a helper. I can be the mistress. Is it okay to be the mistress?"

At this time, Qi Yuhao appeared beside Nan Yan in time, and tightly grasped the black-skinned man's hand holding Nan Yan's arm, "You can go, please don't be a rascal here!"

"Ouch...it hurts, it hurts to death, it hurts to death..." The black-skinned man held the back of Qi Yuhao tightly in his palm, and the pain caused him to groan, "Let me go, I'm leaving now!" , let's go..."

Only then did Qi Yuhao let go of his hand, the man shook his damaged hand in pain, and ran away in fright.

Nan Yan felt extremely disgusted, and hurriedly washed her arms with the clean water brought by the side, "Fortunately, you are here, otherwise I don't know what to do."

"I've said it all, you are too eye-catching. When you open a restaurant in the future, you can just cook in the back kitchen and don't show your face." Qi Yuhao said coldly.

(End of this chapter)