When Li Qingyun returned to Lijiazhai, it was noon. He was too lazy to cook for himself, so he ran to his sister's restaurant to make do with something to eat... The restaurant was about to close because everyone was preparing to celebrate the New Year and there was no business. No matter in the city
People here or in the town are willing to cook some food and drink some wine at their own homes at this time, instead of entertaining friends in restaurants as usual.
The fishing center is also preparing to close tomorrow. Because it is a cold day, there is not a single customer by the river. There is only a bald monk sitting cross-legged in a bamboo shed by the river, whether to enjoy the scenery or to meditate.
Li Qingyun glanced at the monk before entering his sister's restaurant. Since there were no guests, his sister was paying, and a Murakami waiter already had a wad of bills in his hand, while Chef Li was still empty-handed.
Seeing Li Qingyun coming, my sister stopped counting the money and said hello: "Fuwa, when did you come back? Have you eaten? I am paying them wages. What do you want to eat? I will cook it for you after paying the money."
"I just got home, and I was about to go here to have a meal. What's wrong? I'm going to close today?" Li Qingyun said, sitting next to him and watching them hand out money.
The waiters Xiaolu and Li Xiaochu also asked him politely to say hello, but Li Xiaochu never took his eyes off the money.
The salary of a waiter is two thousand a month, which is an absolutely high salary in Lijiazhai, because ordinary workers working on the farm, including benefits, only earn more than two thousand a month. However, Chef Li is good at craftsmanship, and Qinghe
The veteran of Ju, when he first joined the company, he was offered a monthly salary of 5,000, and there would be additional bonuses for whichever month produced the best results.
Li Qinghe ordered five thousand yuan and handed it to Chef Li. The young man, who looked more and more like a chef, smiled until his eyes narrowed into slits.
"Sister Qinghe, I am greedy for money. Hehe, if I save money for another year, I might be able to build my own building." Li Xiaochu said with a satisfied smile.
The waiter Xiao Lu said with some sourness: "Huh, don't show off. You're a poor chef and your salary is more than twice as high as mine. I should have known that I would also learn to be a chef. Carrying dishes and serving bowls is much more tiring than you."
Already."
Li Xiaochu smiled proudly and said: "If you want to do it, you should also learn to cook. I am usually very tired by myself. If you help me, Sister Qinghe will definitely not treat you badly. By the way, Brother Fuwa hasn't eaten yet."
Come on. I'm going to cook. Some of the chopped ingredients haven't been used up yet, they're fresh, don't let them go wilted."
Xiaolu collected the money and said, "Then I'll clean up the kitchen..."
"Don't worry, you didn't notice that I was still counting the money..." Li Qinghe stopped the two people who were about to leave and said, "What, you don't want the year-end bonus?"
"What? There is also a year-end bonus?" Both of them were stunned. You looked at me, I looked at you, and said with some excitement and some hesitation, "The usual salary is very high, so I don't need the year-end bonus.
After all, you are also a newly opened store, so it is not easy to make some money."
"...No matter how difficult it is, I'm still better than you. If you work hard for a year with me, I won't let you be short of New Year's money. Well...four thousand nine, five thousand. Xiaolu, this is the year-end bonus for you, don't think it's too little.
, It’s my sister’s idea. Work hard next year, and if the business is good, the year-end bonus will definitely be higher than this.” Li Qinghe said, and handed the money to the sluggish waiter.
As for Li Xiaochu's year-end bonus, it was easier to handle. He took out a stack of bank notes from his bag, which was exactly 10,000 yuan, and stuffed it into Li Xiaochu's pocket.
"This is our chef's bonus. The business of our restaurant is all due to your skills. Save your money and try to marry a beautiful wife next year. Then I will give you a big red envelope." Li Qinghe finished handing it out.
Money, I breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that counting money is not an easy task.
Li Xiaochu was a little embarrassed and said: "How can this be so embarrassing? If my father knew about it, he would definitely scold me. The salary Fuwa brother gave me at that time was ridiculously high... Now it's better. I can earn it in a year."
He has more money than my father, where does this put his face?"
Li Qingyun saw that his sister's methods of managing employees were becoming more and more mature, and he felt that she, as the boss, was much better than him. The Chinese New Year was just two days away, and he, the boss, had not paid any money to the employees on the farm, let alone a holiday.
If it hadn't been for the men in the village, there might have been a riot.
After dinner, I should also consider distributing the year-end funds. However, Maodan will not arrive home until tomorrow, so we can distribute it together then. There is no rush for this, but we must prepare the cash first.
The cash encouragement made the two employees who were already on vacation extremely excited. After a while, they brought out plates of delicious food from the kitchen.
"Is that enough? How much can I eat by myself? This is seven or eight dishes. Don't you have anything to eat?" Li Qingyun was already using his chopsticks before he remembered this.
"I've already eaten, but I'm hungry now. I can eat some more with you. Xiaolu, don't let the chef do it. Let him come over and eat some more together. The same goes for you." Li Qinghe rushed to the kitchen and shouted
.
"I've just eaten...Okay, I'll listen to the boss." Xiao Lu said poignantly.
Li Qinghe has already poured a pound of good old wine. This is the treasure of the store that Li Qingyun puts here. He is usually reluctant to sell it, but when his little brother comes, he must use this good wine to entertain him.
"Where's the brother-in-law? Why didn't you see him?" Li Qingyun asked smoothly as he helped pour the wine.
Li Qinghe said: "I went to the city to do some New Year shopping. I will probably go home for a visit, but let him go, I will pretend not to know. Maomao is at mom's place, playing with Tongtong. They said they are having a fish fry today. Two
A greedy guy is waiting to eat."
"Why is it that things are blown up a day earlier this year? Don't they usually blow up things the day before New Year's Eve?" Li Qingyun asked strangely.
"It's not like those two little greedy cats. Haha, in the past years when Maomao wasn't here, the old man could fry anything any day. Now there are children nearby clamoring for food, so of course they have to be early." Li Qinghe said.
During the local New Year, every family has the habit of frying things, such as fried chicken nuggets, fried fish nuggets, fried meatballs, fried powdered meat... At noon on New Year's Eve, they will cook meat, one pot at a time, and save it for when the Spring Festival guests arrive.
For entertaining guests.
A few people talked about preparing New Year's goods at home, and quickly ate all the food on the table, most of which went into Li Qingyun's stomach.
Li Qingyun ate anxiously because it suddenly occurred to him that he hadn't prepared any New Year's goods yet. Although he could celebrate the New Year at his parents' house, after all, he was married, had his own house, and his own pot. This was similar to setting up a household. He didn't care.
Obviously, my wife Yang Yunu didn't know about these things and was still busy practicing.
This is not the way to spend the first Spring Festival after getting married.
So Li Qingyun was anxious. After eating, he wiped his mouth and ran to his grandfather's house.
The young monk was still sitting in the position between the entrance of the hotel and the entrance of the medical center. He had not moved a bit. But at this time, there was a young Taoist priest. He took a wine gourd, took a sip, and said a few words.
Maybe they were not good words, but the monk's ears were shaking. I don't know if he could not suppress his anger, or if he was using some kind of technique to block his hearing.
"Qingfeng. What are you doing? Don't disturb the master's meditation." Li Qingyun walked to the door of his grandfather's medical center, but stopped and shouted. No matter what the monk's purpose was, he was not causing trouble at the moment. People on his own side
Don't cause trouble either, lest you lose your temper at some point.
"Senior Brother Li, you are back. I was drinking, so I didn't disturb this monk's practice. On the contrary, I was nearby, and I was able to practice this monk's meditation skills." Qingfeng looked innocent, and his delicate face still had a hint of childishness.
There was no malicious intent on his face.
Li Qingyun deeply agreed, and said with a solemn expression: "Well, what you said makes sense, then you can continue. If the master can become enlightened and become a Buddha as soon as possible, our Lijiazhai will be developed. It will definitely be a tourist destination."
Can't run away."
The little Taoist priest shouted out a Taoist slogan out of compassion: "Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, you are so good, so good." But the smell of alcohol came up and he burped.
"You... As for that?" The young monk couldn't sit still and suddenly turned around, glaring at Li Qingyun with a resentful look on his face, "The heating in the hotel is too hot. I'm sweating all over from practicing. I just want to cool down by the river.
Yes, is it in your way?"
"Oh, that's it, then you can continue to cool off." Li Qingyun was too lazy to argue with the monk, and turned around and entered the door of the medical center.
The breeze shook the wine gourd and without looking at the monk, he just said: "Well, there is no more wine. Let's go back and drink another pot." With that, he also left the monk's meditation place.
"Amitabha!" The monk recited the Buddha's name and continued to sit in a daze by the river. However, his mood was confused and he returned to the hotel after not sitting for long.
When Li Qingyun walked into the courtyard of the hospital, he saw his wife Yang Yunu practicing boxing in the hospital. The way of this boxing was very weird. He made a snake shape with one hand and an eagle claw with the other hand. The steps were fine and moving in a curve. Every step must have an eagle and a snake intertwined.
, combined with footwork and martial arts.
It moves like a snake, jumps like an eagle, opens and closes violently than Hong Fist, and moves finely and closely than Wing Chun. In this set of boxing, you can see the shadow of many familiar boxing styles, but it has its own pattern and is unique.
The wife was practicing boxing in the courtyard, sweating profusely, while the two old men were drinking tea and chatting. Grandma and Granny Fu were busy in the kitchen, and from time to time there was a fragrance wafting out of the kitchen.
When Sun Daqi saw Li Qingyun appear, he immediately shouted: "Fuwa, what do you think of my boxing technique? I heard that you have an Enlightenment tea tree. Help me pick a few leaves to make tea, and I will teach you this boxing technique."
"There are just routines but no mental methods. What's the point of learning it? Don't learn it." Li Qingyun refused simply. Once his wife has learned it, he can just ask her to learn it.
Sun Daqi put down the tea cup and said confidently: "Before Yunu learned boxing, he had become a disciple and swore an oath. He would never spread the word without my consent. Hehe, if you know what you are interested in, prepare the Enlightenment Tea for me quickly.
.I haven’t had that kind of tea in years, my mouth is watering just thinking about it.”
"You old man... you are so amazing. Anyway, the Enlightenment tea tree is too small, with only a few leaves, so I can't even drink it, and it doesn't matter whether you teach me or not. You can control my wife from teaching Kung Fu to others, and you can also control me from shouting.
Will my wife go home to prepare New Year’s goods?”
Li Qingyun said, his figure flashed, and he rushed into the shadow of fists in the sky. He didn't know what means he used, but he missed a punch or a kick. He picked up Yang Yunu and ran away. At this time, Yang Yunu exclaimed,
After coming back to his senses from the world of martial arts, he saw that the person hugging him was his husband. He was surprised and happy, shouted something unclear, and the two left the hospital.
The two old men were left stunned.
Li Chunqiu looked okay and said: "This kid's speed and body skills have improved so much. I really don't know where he learned his skills."
But Sun Daqi was so angry that he jumped up and shouted: "This kid is so arrogant. He actually regards the Eagle Snake Fist as nothing. Yu Slave didn't hit him at once... I was so angry that it must have been Yu Slave's punch." It’s too slow. If I were practicing boxing, that kid wouldn’t even come within three meters of me.” (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!