On the second day after returning to Dongyang, his little cousin started school, and Zhou Yan was forced to work as a substitute waiter, food waiter, shopkeeper, and security guard.
The breakfast in the shop was as popular as usual, and hundreds of drawers of steamed buns were all sold out within half an hour around seven o'clock.
After breakfast, clean the kitchen utensils and prepare ingredients for lunch.
Zhou Yan originally planned to change positions with his uncle's apprentice Luo Xiaosong, but he was rejected by the reserve chef: "Brother Zhou, I don't have a good brain, I can't calculate the accounts!"
After helping the master and apprentice prepare the lunch ingredients, Zhou Yan returned behind the counter and browsed information on his laptop...
At around eleven o'clock at noon, customers came to the store.
"Hey, the boss has changed?"
This person had never seen Zhou Yan before, so he thought the store had changed people. However, a customer who frequented the store looked at Zhou Yan with a smile: "Xiao Zhou, weren't you the chef before? Why are you disliked by others?"
"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves in front, and the waves in front die on the beach!" Zhou Yan chuckled, put a stainless steel teapot on the table, poured water, "What do you two want?"
"Shredded potatoes, stir-fried pork, and some lump soup!"
Zhou Yanlian's calligraphy from years ago finally came in handy. After writing it down, someone went into the kitchen and posted it on the small blackboard at the door.
After a few minutes, a few regular customers came to the store. When they saw Zhou Yan as a waiter, they were stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Chef, let's make some liver tips, stir-fried kidneys, stir-fried yam, braised eggplant, come again."
Egg drop soup!”
"Okay!"
There were more and more customers in the store, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on Zhou Yan's face. Fortunately, Zhou Yan's brain was pretty good, his memory was good, and he didn't make any mistakes...
Just when Zhou Yan was scrambling, a young man about the same age as Zhou Yan pushed open the door and entered the store. After sitting down, he shouted to Zhou Yan who was settling accounts behind the counter: "Boss, come on!
Goose stewed in a pot!”
Zhou Yan ignored the man and waited until he paid the customer and cleared the table before he walked up to the man with a smile and shook the hard-shell account book in his hand: "What did you order just now?"
"Brother Yan, I was wrong!"
Zhou Yan chuckled: "The latest product in the store is Yipin Buddha Jumping Over the Wall, don't you try it?"
"Don't mention it..." Yu Zhifei smiled coquettishly, "Old classmate, we haven't seen each other for a long time, why don't you give me this?"
Yu Zhifei was roommate with Zhou Yan in the last stage of high school.
When I was in high school, my class teacher, Lao Ding, went to great lengths to combat the influence of puppy love: all the boys’ deskmates were boys, and all the single boys and girls in the class were placed at their own tables by Lao Ding.
In the second semester of his senior year of high school, his roommate Yu Zhifei became Zhou Yan’s deskmate.
After only being in contact with him for more than a month, Zhou Yan discovered that "Lao Yu" who always looks like a social person, talks in a pornographic tone, and often makes dirty jokes is actually an innocent little virgin.
Don't look at this guy who is always doing nothing, but when he studies seriously, he is extra focused and looks like he has schizophrenia...
Zhou Yan pulled out a stool, sat across from this guy, and handed over the laminated menu: "When did you come back?"
"The day before yesterday!" Yu Zhifei took the menu and studied it carefully.
"yesterday I!"
"Oh," a mysterious smile appeared on Yu Zhifei's face, "I came back with Beauty Qin!"
Zhou Yan nodded, glanced at the customers who were still dining with the corner of his eyes, tapped the table with his fingers, and said with a little impatience in his voice: "It takes so much effort to order a meal!"
"Lao Zhou, the customer is God..." Yu Zhifei said with a smile on his face, "Is this how you treat God?"
"The Ural area, east of the Ural River, is the territory of the Jade Emperor. Jesus cannot function here..."
Yu Zhifei chuckled and put down the menu: "Bring me a green pepper and shredded pork rice bowl!"
Zhou Yan put away the menu, stood up and left the front hall.
After entering the kitchen, Zhou Yan took off his own apron and put on his hat...
Li Yulin, who was supervising his apprentice's cooking, was a little curious when he saw his nephew in this posture: "Xiao Qin is here?"
"No, classmate!"
Zhou Yan reached out and turned on the gas switch and started the fire.
Heat the oil in a pan, moisten the pan, pour out the hot oil, heat the oil again, and stir-fry the shredded pork that has been patted with flour. After it is out of the pan, stir-fry with the green pepper and add seasonings.
Turn off the heat, cover the shredded green pepper and pork on the prepared rice, and the rice bowl is completed.
Luo Xiaosong, who was standing aside, watched Zhou Yan cook a portion in less than five minutes, feeling envious in his heart: At this speed, if he goes out to set up a stall, he can earn at least tens of thousands a month...
"Lao Yu, your rice bowl!"
Yu Zhifei was a little surprised when he saw Zhou Yan still wearing an apron: "I'm so flattered that you actually cook by yourself?"
"What a waste of words," Zhou Yan rolled his eyes, "Isn't it enough that my hands are itchy?"
With that said, Zhou Yan pushed the rice bowl in front of Yu Zhifei, then stood up and left...
Comrade Lao Yu's family must be well off. When he was in high school, others would gulp down their meals, but this one always chewed his food carefully.
By the time Comrade Lao Yu was full, half an hour had passed, and there were more and more customers in the store.
"Boss, check out!" Yu Zhifei smiled and waved to Zhou Yan.
"Go away, you don't need to pay me, I'll treat you to it!"
"Don't mention me..." Yu Zhifei saw Zhou Yan raising his account book and shrank his head, "You're welcome then, see you later..."
Just as he reached the door, this person stepped back: "By the way, Lao Zhou, on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year next year, our dormitory Chang Ning is going to organize a game. Will you go?"
"Let's talk about it next year. The Little New Year is not here yet? Who knows what will happen after the New Year..."
"Goodbye then..."
As soon as Yu Zhifei left, a customer occupied his spot.
Zhou Yan hurried over and wiped the table: "Guys, what do you want to eat?"
“Small portion of braised pork head, stir-fried mutton with green onions…”
Being close to Nian Gen, the business in small shops is always much more prosperous than usual.
People in Dongyang are very face-conscious and like to brag. At the end of the year, no matter what the "harvest" is this year, they have to find a place to invite acquaintances to have a meal to support the scene and brag about it.
Therefore, even on a normal day, if you look for a restaurant, you can hear someone posting inside information: "My father's grandfather's grandson's neighbor works as a driver in the city government. He said that so-and-so was masturbated a while ago.
Because his background was double-regulated..."
And today, Zhou Yan finally witnessed the grand occasion of the people of Eastern Great Xia "participating in political affairs"...
At first, it was just a customer talking to his companions about the latest cars supplied by the top leaders of the Port Authority. After a few minutes, the customers on the side joined in the fun and revealed the "grievances" between the Port Authority and the city government.
After just over half an hour, a group of bored customers traced the grievances between the Port Authority and the city government back to before Dongyang was established as a city.
Next comes the grievances between Dongyang and neighboring Xinhai City and Zhongyuan City...
In his last life, Zhou Yan stayed in the rough clouds for four years, and then wandered outside for more than ten years. He was basically out of touch with the "political affairs" circle in Dongyang. Hearing these messy and unfounded gossips, I always feel
Terrified...
Fortunately, the history of New China is not that long...
A group of lecturers had a great time bragging, but when Zhou Yan was cleaning and washing the dishes, it was more troublesome: these people had been skimming for too long, and the oil had solidified.
