Meal Sweet Home: Farm Lady

Chapter 93 Ancient Waste Oil ([-])

The underdogs are in place, and they're excellent.Now there is still a "junior sophomore", this does not matter, it is not too late to recruit another day.

Nan Yan and Qi Yuhao watched Yan Zi go away, then started to pack up the stalls again, preparing to push them back home.At this moment, a sound of "whoosh" was suddenly heard, and the long wooden bench Nan Yan put on the car suddenly tilted up, as if it had come to life, it bounced with a "bass".

Nan Yan was startled, Qi Yuhao vigilantly made a posture to make a move, lifted the robe on his lap, and turned around with a "wow".

"Who is here?" Qi Yuhao asked loudly while making a defensive posture.

It turned out that there was someone behind him, no wonder the bench bounced up suddenly as if it had grown legs.

"Come on, I'm not here to fight!" I saw a tall, thin man behind him, with a long face and well-proportioned facial features.He held the bench high in the air with one hand.

Qi Yuhao put away his fists and kicks as he was about to launch an offensive, and dusted off the dust on his body.Nan Yan stared at this tall and thin man intently, thinking that this man is really strong, able to lift such a heavy bench high in the air with one hand.

"Are you..." Nan Yan blinked and asked curiously.

"I'll show you my best job!" said the man.

Immediately, he used a finger to push up the bench firmly, and after more than ten seconds, he threw the bench high again, and used a finger of the other hand to catch it.

Nan Yan almost didn't dare to look at it, for fear that the man's finger would be broken and useless.

"How is it? Not bad, right?" the man boasted.

"Are you...a juggler?" Nan Yan couldn't help asking.

The man tossed the bench high again, then picked it up with one hand, and put it back on Nan Yan's cart firmly.

"Ah, um, I used to juggle!" the man said frankly.

"Huh? Before? Then you are now..."

"Just escaped from the juggling team." The man said.

"Why did you escape?" Nan Yan asked.

"The money is uneven! I am the only orphan in the juggling troupe. They bully me because I have no father or mother, no relatives and no reason, so they always deduct my share of wages." The thin and tall man responded.

"So it's like this..." Nan Yan couldn't help sighing, "Then you are now..."

"Aren't you recruiters? I stopped by and heard about it, so I found you." The man said with a smile.

Seeing his appearance, Nan Yan probably hadn't eaten for several days, and her stomach was still rumbling.She took out four white flour steamed buns from the cart and handed them to the tall, thin man.

"Eat some full head, you look very hungry." Nan Yan said.

When the tall and thin man saw the steamed bun, it was as if he had seen his own mother. He picked it up and stuffed it into his mouth, his mouth bulging: "Thank you, boss, thank you, boss..."

He regarded Qi Yuhao as the owner of the restaurant, and Nan Yan as Qi Yuhao's wife, so he naturally called her the proprietress...

"Hey, don't talk nonsense, I'm the boss! He...is nothing..." Nan Yan said with her hands on her hips, dissatisfied.

"Oh, oh, thank you boss, thank you boss husband..." The man changed his words again...

It really became more and more chaotic, Nan Yan simply had no choice but to stop correcting her, and let him call her whatever she wanted.

Nan Yan has already experienced his arm strength, it is no problem to serve a big bowl of dishes with this arm strength!

"Apart from being able to stand on a bench, what else can you do?" Nan Yan asked tentatively.

The man gnawed on the steamed bun, scratched his ear and scratched his cheek thinking, and said casually, "I can still swing the rope!"

"Rope swing?"

The man saw the fermented noodles wrapped in cloth on the stall at a glance, dropped the steamed buns, and spread the noodles in his hands.

"What are you going to do?" Nan Yan asked with wide eyes.

"Just look at it."

As he said that, the tall and thin man threw the dough into the air, caught it with both hands, stretched the dough, and performed a face-to-face dance on the spot.The movements are playful and funny, and the side in his hand is getting longer and thinner with the dancing movements.

This reminds Nan Yan of a certain hot pot restaurant in modern society. Every time a customer orders noodles, a waiter who specializes in noodles will come and perform a dance of noodles, and then put them in the pot to cook, which is very popular among diners. welcome.

The tall and thin man finished a face-to-face dance performance, and put the elongated noodles in front of Nan Yan one by one.

"How is it? I'm good at swinging the rope, right?" the man said.

"It's not rope, it's noodles! But it's really good, I appreciate it!" Nan Yan said.

"Really? Then can I be the waiter?" The young man asked in surprise.

"Of course, you've been hired, but...my restaurant is still under preparation, and it won't open these days. It will take a while." Nan Yan said truthfully.

"It's okay, it's okay, as long as you are willing to hire me. With the four steamed buns you gave me, the boss, I will definitely follow you." The tall and thin man said hippie.

Nan Yan smiled, and finally her hard work paid off, and she recruited two good shop assistants.Then Qi Yuhao threw a piece of silver or two to the tall and thin man, so that he could have food these days and buy two decent clothes along the way.

"By the way, what's your name?" Nan Yan asked.

"I have no relatives, no name and no surname. When I was in the juggling troupe, everyone called me Ah Hu!" the man said.

"Okay, Ah Hu, I'll go find you when the restaurant is about to open," Nan Yan said.

"Okay, I usually beg at the West Lake Wharf, so it's easy to find me," Ah Hu said.

Ah Hu happily left with a little silver that Qi Yuhao gave him.

"Finally this day was not in vain, it's complete!" Nan Yan clapped her hands happily.

Qi Yuhao looked at the gradually darkening sky, and said: "It's getting late, and it's too late to go back and cook now. Let's finish dinner in the city! Call your father and go together."

Nan Yan heard the sound, thinking that she was really busy these days and hadn't seen her father for a long time, so she agreed to Qi Yuhao.

The two pushed the cart to the place where Zhao Yi usually set up a calligraphy and painting stall. Zhao Yi was busy closing the stall and preparing to go home.It was such a coincidence that Nan Yan handed Zhao Yi her trolley and put it in the cloth shop next to the usual store, and took Zhao Yi to find a restaurant for dinner.

Since there were only three of them, and Zhao Yi was a very frugal person on weekdays, the restaurant Qi Yuhao was looking for was relatively civilian, suitable for ordinary people to eat.

The three sat down around a wooden table, and Xiao Er handed them the bamboo slips filled with the names of the dishes.As soon as Qi Yuhao ordered four dishes, Zhao Yi shook his hand and said that it was enough, don't let it go to waste.

Nan Yan followed Zhao Yi's wishes, and ordered again if there was not enough to eat, so Qi Yuhao gave up and returned the menu to the waiter.

The food in this restaurant is cheap and served quickly, so many people come to eat.After a while, the four dishes Qi Yuhao ordered came to the table one after another.

Because they were so hungry, the three of them picked up the chopsticks and started eating. It was not like a wolf, but the speed of eating the chopsticks continued unabated.

"Do you think it's delicious?" Nan Yan raised her head and asked with a few chopsticks.

Zhao Yi usually eats the simple tea and light rice cooked by Mrs. Wang. After all, this is the food in the restaurant, so it is naturally better than what he usually eats.

Zhao Yi nodded and said, "It tastes good!"

Nan Yan looked at Qi Yuhao again, Qi Yuhao had eaten a lot of good food on weekdays, so he was right.

"Not bad, the taste is okay." Qi Yuhao said lightly.

Nan Yan picked up another dish with chopsticks, smelled it, sniffed it, and then put it in her mouth again, "I think it's good too, I think this dish is too fragrant, too fragrant!"

Nan Yan turned her head to look at the diners at the other tables, all of them were eating with gusto, and they could finish a plate of food in a short time.

Nan Yan couldn't help admiring that such delicious dishes could be prepared in such a cheap restaurant.

"Oh, my stomach hurts a bit, I'll go to the toilet first, you guys eat slowly!" A gray cloth man at the next table covered his stomach, greeted the people at the other table, and ran to the toilet in the backyard of the restaurant.

"Hey, I seem to have a stomachache today, I'm going to go to the toilet!" A middle-aged woman on the other table suddenly felt sick to her stomach, and left holding her abdomen.

Nan Yan thought to herself, what a coincidence, the two of them had a stomachache together.It seems that if this is a restaurant, the toilet is also a major focus of the design!

Just as he was talking, the old man Zhao Yi's face suddenly turned pale, and he covered his stomach with one hand, and cold sweat broke out on his face.

"Father, what's wrong with you? Father..." Seeing this, Nan Yan hurried forward to support Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi calmed down, and said with difficulty: "It's okay, it's okay, it may be because I ate too dreamily for a while, and my stomach was supported, and I felt a little uncomfortable."

This Zhao Yi had indeed eaten a lot, he just finished a bowl of rice, and now there was a second bowl in front of him.

"Then I'll help you go to the toilet!" Nan Yan stood up and helped Zhao Yi to the toilet in the courtyard behind the restaurant.

The backyard of the restaurant is huge, and three or four people are busy washing, cutting, serving and cooking vegetables in the backyard... Nan Yan sent Zhao Yi to the latrine and waited for him at the door.

"Boss in charge, the guests at this table have made this bowl so dirty, can this oil still be used?" asked a waiter who ran to the backyard.

The one in charge of the spoon looked back and said: "It can be used, it can be used, just skim off the top layer."

Nan Yan felt something was wrong when she heard the sound, so she sneaked behind a pillar and observed the restaurant's kitchen.

"Er Gouzi, pass me the plate of leftovers. There are still many slices of lettuce and vegetable oil in it. Don't waste it." The person in charge of the spoon said.

Seeing that the lettuce in his pot was almost fried, he picked up the leftover vegetables from the guest and stewed them in a pot.

Seeing this, Nan Yan couldn't help feeling sick and almost vomited.

She sneaked into the oil tank next to the person in charge of the spoon again, and found that the oil in the oil tank was black, with dirt and countless bugs floating on it, and her face turned pale with fright...

(End of this chapter)