Of course, making a small amount of money with Fang Xiaoyue gave him the confidence to spend the money. Otherwise, his salary in the transportation team would definitely not be enough.
But anyway, after Wang Sanhe moved into Xiaoyanglou, it was much more convenient to practice boxing with Fang Xiaoyue, and he saved a lot of time on the road.
And because the efficiency of the transportation team was getting worse and worse, Wang Sanhe simply went to the transportation team to apply for a leave of absence without pay three days after moving into Xiaoyanglou.
Fang Xiaoyue didn't know this, and by the time he found out, the matter was already a foregone conclusion.
This gave me an extra mouth to eat out of thin air.
Although he did not officially accept the other party as his disciple, after spending time together, Wang Sanhe was quite reliable, diligent, and busy, serving his master comfortably.
Under such circumstances, no matter how cruel Fang Xiaoyue was, she couldn't kick the opponent away.
After five or six days of preparation and contacting vendors who delivered vegetables and meat, he built a cart himself.
This cart is a must, otherwise it would be troublesome to move such a large pile of cooking items to the night market and back again.
This cart is extremely exquisitely made. The bottom is a grid for vegetables, meat, rice, etc., the upper layer is a grid for coal, the next layer is a fire layer, and above the fire layer is a place for cooking rice and stir-frying.
Several stoves.
It should be said that burning coal is not as convenient as liquefied gas, but it is too troublesome to buy liquefied gas in Zhanghe County.
Therefore, he made a design on the fire layer and the stove so that the fire can be concentrated. In this way, when cooking rice and cooking, it is no less than liquefied gas.
In the evening, Fang Xiaoyue set off, followed by Wang Sanhe pushing the cart.
If the master has something to do, the disciple should do his duty.
Besides, after practicing with Fang Xiaoyue for so long, Wang Sanhe has made some progress. There is still no problem in pushing a cart with a load of five to six hundred kilograms.
When they arrived at the night market, they arrived a little late. The night market opened early.
A series of stalls such as barbecue, seafood, fried corn and potatoes, wonton dumplings, fried rice, etc. were set up early. The bosses were busy receiving customers and did not even notice the appearance of Fang Xiaoyue, a former night market hero.
Of course, this is also a good thing for him. After all, his entry into the night market is equivalent to stealing business. He cannot be too high-profile, otherwise, it will attract hostility.
But the disadvantage of arriving late is that the better seats have been occupied by other owners early on. They can only stop at the most remote part of the night market, heat up the cold rice, set up the wok, heat it up, and pour in the food.
Heat oil, then fry a plate of assorted vegetables with garlic sprouts, corn, cowpeas, etc.
Of course, this is not because Fang Xiaoyue is hungry and wants to eat, but because she wants to use the aroma of cooking to attract customers.
Fang Xiaoyue is not a fool. She has made calculations for this situation long ago. Now, it is just a step-by-step operation.
Sure enough, as the aroma of the assorted vegetables spread rapidly, two guests soon came.
One of the young men wearing glasses, with a slightly protruding belly, and a white shirt, who looked a bit more gentle than Fang Xiaoyue, came over and looked at the assorted vegetables placed aside, and then asked: "
Boss, what can you do here?"
What can be done?
This sentence made Fang Xiaoyue, who had level 10 cooking skills, feel offended!
He really wanted to say, I can do anything!
But looking at the vegetables and meat placed under the cart, he answered with all his heart: "I can make stir-fried pork, Kung Pao chicken..."
I have to say, just the vegetables and meat under his cart, he can combine more than ten dishes, which is already very impressive.
But this also made Fang Xiaoyue feel that her cart was not big enough. If she could drive a RV and add a fresh-keeping bin behind the RV, her cooking skills would be maximized.
Of course, if he really had money to buy a RV and a fresh-keeping warehouse, he wouldn't go to the night market to do this business.
No way, people have to lower their heads when they reach low places.
"How about some Kung Pao chicken and twice-cooked pork?"
The elegant man in the white shirt turned to ask his friend next to him. His friend was wearing a beige shirt and looked a little greasy: "I'll add some soy cabbage, tofu and cabbage soup, and two bowls of rice."
With two meat dishes, one vegetable dish and one soup, Fang Xiaoyue immediately stir-fried it on the stove.
For him, whose cooking skills have reached level 10, cooking is really something that is integrated into his body instinct.
A piece of pork belly that had been divided in advance was taken out and placed on the chopping board set up next to the cart. With a few swishing sounds, the pork belly turned into neat little pieces. Then it was thrown into a pot of boiling water, soaked with water, and then thrown in
Oil pan......
While waiting for the twice-cooked pork to be served, Fang Xiaoyue was distracted and started cooking other dishes.
Seeing the flash of swords flying on the chopping board, Wang Sanhe's eyes showed admiration, while the eyes of the two diners showed shock.
They felt that they were sitting in the wrong place, sitting at the scene of a TV magic show. Otherwise, how could the chef be so good?
I'm afraid it would take fifty or sixty years to practice this sword skill alone.
The two people's eyes kept moving along with Fang Xiaoyue's kitchen knife, and they were both stunned, and they were still whispering: "Isn't this brother a chef somewhere?"
"Are you planning to take on a disciple?"
"Isn't it possible? Come to our little place?"
.........
The two of them got into an argument and almost started fighting.
But when the dishes were served one after another on the table, the tempting aroma of the dishes penetrated their nostrils, and the two of them didn't bother to argue, so they grabbed the chopsticks and stretched them towards the plate.
But at this time, the two pairs of chopsticks quickly started fighting.
No way, whether it’s twice-cooked pork, Kung Pao chicken or braised cabbage, even the tofu and cabbage dish served at the end can make people’s teeth fall out after eating it.
When Wang Sanhe brought the white rice that he had carefully cooked, he was shocked to find that there were already CDs on the table.
How to eat here?
“Let’s have the twice-cooked pork again, it’s so fragrant and glutinous.”
The man in the white shirt couldn't help but start to add more vegetables, but the man in the yellow shirt had a different opinion: "Let's add Kung Pao chicken, that one is more delicious."
"No! Twice-cooked pork is the way to go!"
“Kung Pao Chicken!”
The two got into an argument again, which made Wang Sanhe worried that the two of them would accidentally overturn the table.
Fortunately, when Fang Xiaoyue's attention was attracted by the two of them and she came over with a kitchen knife, the two of them immediately gave in. In the end, each of them ordered a dish, but did not allow the other to eat their own dish.
It can be seen that after just such a meal, the relationship between the two seemingly close friends has broken down, and they may part ways after today.