The master and apprentice's synchronized movements made Qiao Qiao unable to take his eyes off him, and he couldn't bear to leave while carrying the bucket.
And here, the master and the apprentice pulled out a bag of potatoes with one hand. There was no room for anyone to intervene. One scrubbed, the other peeled, and even the peeler on the side was not used. The heavy large kitchen knife was pointed directly at it.
Peeling potatoes all at once...
Just look at this understatement. In their hands, peeling the irregular potatoes is easier than peeling the shells of eggs!
The people of the Old Song family were watching with rapt attention, and now they couldn't even move their feet.
Song Tan, on the other hand, lamented: "If I had known that cooking was so beautiful and magical, I should have started a live broadcast and made it as long as possible!"
Qian Tianfu stopped cutting potatoes with his knife, raised his head, and looked at her with an incomprehensible expression:
"Is it just for Jojo's millions of fans to watch?"
Song Tan:......
She didn't dare to say that Qiao Qiao really didn't have that many fans, so she had to resort to Chunqiu's writing style and subtly change the pillars:
"Not that many. Traffic is not good in the morning, so there are probably less than 200,000 people."
Generally speaking, there are only a little over 100,000 in the morning.
Qian Tianfu didn't know the young man's scheming. At this moment, he felt a little uneasy, a little expectant, and a little regretful——
Just because the little old man is so old, he has never been seen by so many people at the same time!
However, whatever I say at this moment seems a bit deliberate.
His lips moved, but in the end he just increased his speed and cut the potatoes evenly and carefully.
Wang Xiaoshun was putting the meat in the pot to cook, and took a look at the potatoes: "Master, the skin of these potatoes is a bit rough, and there are pockmarks. They are probably flour potatoes. Just cook the twice-cooked pork with potato slices."
Qian Tianfu didn't even raise his head: "You've already cooked your meat and are ready to cook it again. Why do you come to ask me?"
Wang Xiaoshun chuckled and kept silent.
Why can’t someone as capable as the master understand this? Even if he divides a potato, this is still a skill. He must not show it to his new owner!
The two masters and apprentices worked together, and in less than half an hour, these two big pots of food were ready.
Scrambled eggs with tender shredded cabbage, and roasted pork with oily potato slices. Obviously these ingredients are ordinary ingredients wholesaled in the town, but smelling the aroma wafting in the wind, everyone can't help but feel a little greedy.
Song Tan was surprised: Master Qian's craftsmanship is really good!
This time she suddenly understood what her seventh cousin had said before, saying that Qian Tianfu and his apprentices could put an old restaurant on a par with a new ecological vegetable garden. What level was it -
Just basic ingredients such as cabbage and potatoes can produce such a flavor. Just look at the workers who are constantly adding rice, you can tell that knife skills and heat are indispensable.
A chef like this is here to cook a big pot of food for everyone.
It's rare that Papi Song feels a little uneasy about his conscience——
Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a waste of natural resources!
Master Qian's employment seemed to start naturally from this farce-like breakfast.
After making breakfast, he insisted on making a request to Song Tan:
"Can you hire someone else? I don't have any salary requirements, but you see, we can't wash the dishes and wash the pots, right?"
I haven’t done this kind of work in many years. I have to squat next to the water pipe when washing dishes at the construction site. I can’t stand it anymore.
Song Tan instantly regretted it.
After all, she invited other chefs to come and wash the pots and dishes. But thinking about Master Qian's skills, if such a talent does not stay at home, she always feels that the loss will be huge...
After thinking about it, she had no choice but to agree again:
"OK!"
Promised, promised, it was indeed impossible to offer a higher salary. Ulan decided directly: "Wash the pots, dishes, vegetables, and tidy up, 2,000 a month. If more people are hired here, it will go up."
Young people don't have to think about this salary. Fortunately, all the old ladies are qualified for this job, so there is no shortage of people no matter what.
But here, after breakfast, Master Qian slowly walked down the mountain. Now he was holding a freshly cut watermelon and eating it like a snack, as if his stomach that had been filled in the morning was empty again.
By the way, he pretended to be casual and said to his seventh cousin:
"Old Song, do you know where your apprentice is now?"
As he said that, before the seventh cousin could answer, he burst into laughter with a very arrogant expression:
"The ecological vegetable garden is right opposite me! The little brat can get along well, and now he is quite famous in it."
The seventh cousin snorted, snatched away the last piece of melon in front of him, and said: "It was so many years ago, is it true that people with three-legged cat kung fu are worthy of your attention? I don't even take it seriously.
"
"Old man Qian, you still need to practice your mind!"
Master Qian looked at him and thought, just be tough, neither of us knows who is the other!
Sure enough, I heard the seventh cousin say again: "I asked Qiaoqiao to help you with cooking at noon. Who is that? Xiaoshun, right? You started following me at noon. Your master took you all the way to make this trip. How much do I need?"
You have to give him some face."
Qian Tianfu:……
…
But here, Qiaoqiao, who had happily finished feeding the pigs, was still squatting in front of the beehive to coax the bear. He had no idea that the live broadcast platform had already called him.
The call came to Song Tan's cell phone - it's not that Qiao Qiao's cell phone couldn't answer, it was just that all calls were forwarded.
As soon as the call was connected, someone immediately asked:
"Hello, are you Teacher Qiaoqiao from [Pastoral Chronicles]? Are any parents here?"
Apparently I also watched his live broadcast.
Song Tan became interested: "I am. What can I do?"
The other party was indeed more enthusiastic: "Hello, we are Feitian Culture Company, an MCN organization. I would like to ask you if you have ever thought about building a more professional team for Teacher Qiaoqiao so that he can gain more fans.
, traffic, and returns?”
Song Tan raised his eyebrows: "Is there such a good thing?"
"Of course!" The other party's voice was unhurried and showed the magnanimity of a big company:
"Our company has a mature incubation organization and cooperates with major live broadcast platforms and e-commerce platforms. Currently, there are a lot of high-end traffic signed, and the operation plan is very mature..."
Song Tan felt a little bored.
I've been talking for several minutes, but it's all just empty talk, and I haven't heard anything practical at all.
Don't say that she didn't want Qiao Qiao to sign with any company. If she said she did, she wouldn't choose this kind of partner.
She listened quietly for more than three minutes before she found a space to speak:
"Well, I'm sorry, I have no plans to sign a contract for the moment - our family is just a simple farmer after all. We are content with selling some agricultural products, and we don't expect to be rich."
other side:……
Simple farmer?
Can a simple farmer sell 11,000 kilograms of tea, and still have hundreds of thousands of fans and the terrifying ability to convert nearly 60% of his fans into cash?
Even according to their data analysis, it is not that the remaining 40% of fans are not interested or unwilling to spend money, but that close to 20% of them have not grabbed the opportunity to pay!
Only professionals know how terrifying this data is.
