dkrc Chapter 1222 Think clearly
Chapter 1222 Think clearly
Chapter 1222 Think clearly
"Okay, then you are allowed to continue to follow me." Yang Song said again: "I will give you a five-day holiday for the Mid-Autumn Festival, which is interesting enough. Five days later will happen to be Monday, so come to work on time at five o'clock in the morning."
After finishing speaking, he left, but he failed, and Wu Chuang hugged his thigh.
"Daxian, what about my salary? Will it increase?"
"Xiao Chuang, how long have you been working here? You are thinking about a salary increase. As a young man in the new era, you should not be so materialistic, work hard, and contribute to society is what you should pursue. What's more, you What are you doing with so much money? I don't care about your food and drink?"
Damn capitalists can really say anything.
"At the beginning, you asked me to feed pigs, horses, cattle, sheep, chickens and ducks, but it was agreed that it was an opportunity for me to make money to buy a house, a car and marry a wife. Didn't you tell me at that time that in addition to the basic salary of 1 yuan, Will I be rewarded with a share? As long as I work hard to get promoted and raise my salary, isn’t it a dream?” Wu Chuang is in good health and has a good memory. He remembers the cakes that Yang Song painted at the beginning.
"Don't mention the past, you should pay more attention to poetry and the distance. That's it, don't be late for work in the morning after five days."
Yang Song was about to leave again, but his thigh was hugged again.
"Can't you change your tactics? This is the main road, and we are two big men."
If you keep hugging like this, someone should probably call the police.
"About the salary increase, we must discuss it today."
"Your salary is not low, don't talk about salary increases, like a money fan."
"Isn't it good to be a money fan?"
Yang Song: It's really a smooth climb.
"1 yuan is the basic salary. As long as you take good care of the small and big animals, we will arrange performance bonuses for you. Don't forget that you will return home with 5000 yuan."
The 5000 yuan is the bonus, which is absolutely generous.
"How is the performance bonus calculated?"
Yang Song: "There is monitoring data in the background of the home, which is updated in real time. Don't worry, I will never treat you badly. Your boss is not short of money."
"That is to say, as long as I perform normally, each of them will be paid almost 5000 yuan in the future?"
"Yes, do it well."
"thank you boss."
Yang Song was very satisfied, the title Daxian'er was really scary.
Now that the business is over, it's time to talk about something wrong.
"Is it too vulgar to call you the boss?" Wu Chuang asked.
"No, this is a very classic name, you just call it that."
Able to see their affiliation.
Yang Song heard someone calling around the corner.
"Uncle police, come quickly, there are two big men selling music on the street, and they have called the boss."
It was almost the holidays, and Yang Song and Wu Chuang were taken to the police station.
In the end, it was the police from the Xiaoyuan Street Police Station who brought Gao Tiezhu to testify for them, so they didn't spend the night inside.
Yang Song patted Wu Chuang on the shoulder: "At least half a year, don't worry about the salary increase."
"Yes, I know, I know myself." Wu Chuang asked with a sad face, "Can I still call you boss?"
"Change your name."
"Daxian, I really didn't mean it, those people..."
Yang Song kicked him: "Don't bark, or I will trick people in because of superstition later."
"Then what shall I call you?"
"Chef Yang is fine."
……
After sending Wu Chuang away, Yang Song went into the space again and expanded the livestock farm.
"Master, the scale is one-third larger than before. Will Wu Chuang be too busy?"
"No, this is his own request, saying that his energy is endless, let me find something for him to do."
After finishing his work, Yang Song went to the kitchen to prepare various ingredients.
In the early morning of the next day, before dawn, he set up a battle at the gate of Tie Zhu Food.
Gao Tiezhu opened the door and was startled when he saw Yang Song.
"Brother, what are you going to do?"
"Make something new, Brother Gao, don't worry, wait until I finish it and try it."
In the past, Yang Song's image was that of a big horse with a golden sword, already very mighty and domineering, but today he got a stone grinder.
He is grinding rice flour.
Now there are wall breaking machines and the like, but few people use stone mills.
Not to mention grinding rice, which is harder to grind than barley.
"Brother, you have a great physique, and you've already worn out most of it."
"The barrel is not small."
Yang Song turned around and pointed to the side: "There are still three barrels over there."
Gao Tiezhu: "..."
You are excellent.
"let me help you?"
"Okay, help me peel the durian."
Gao Tiezhu suddenly wanted to take back what he just said.
"Brother, I can't stand the smell of durian, it's early in the morning."
Yang Song: "Then grind mung bean paste."
Gao Tiezhu chose between peeling durians and grinding mung bean paste, and decided to grind mung bean paste.
People in Xiaoyuan Street woke up early in the morning to see Yang Song and Gao Tiezhu pushing the millstone like two cows.
Fortunately, Gao Tiezhu's house hit the end of the street, and there was an open space next to it.
They grind things and don't have much impact on others.
"Chef Yang's rice noodles are so finely ground!"
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine buckets, Chef Yang actually ground nine buckets of rice noodles, which is too strong."
"Look, Chef Yang started to grind something else again, this time it doesn't seem to be rice."
"not sure what it is."
"I didn't expect Boss Tie Zhu to be so strong, and he could follow Chef Yang for so long."
"Amazing!"
Gao Tiezhu's body was sweating profusely, and he really wanted to cry.
"I'm so tired--"
Yang Song is like an iron ox. After grinding nine buckets of rice noodles, he grinds five buckets of milk powder.
"What is this for?"
"I don't know, but it must be delicious."
"It's hard to say, we've had Chef Yang's barbecue before, and if the barbecue is good, it doesn't mean that other things are also good."
"How can we only eat barbecue? Haven't we also eaten chicken rice bowls and spicy soup?"
"I have also eaten millet porridge, rice and yam porridge, and eight-treasure porridge made by Chef Yang, and the vegetarian dishes he stir-fried. The taste is really better than meat."
"Exaggerated?"
……
No matter what everyone said, Yang Song kept his ears still.
After grinding the things he needed, Yang Song lifted the large object covered by the dustproof cloth next to him.
It turned out to be three large round porcelain basins with a diameter of one meter.
This large porcelain plate can hold two people in it.
Yang Song poured the rice noodles in separately, then added water, and stirred clockwise.
"Look at the ripples of the water, it seems that every time Chef Yang stirs, the speed of the water remains the same.
This is rice flour, with average adhesiveness. Is Yang Song planning to mix it with the dough? "
The viscosity of rice flour is not low, on the contrary, it is too high. As long as it is mixed with water, the effect is comparable to watering.
Yang Song promptly mixed milk powder into it and kneaded vigorously to make the rice dough into shape.
Then, he did the same and kneaded the other two rice doughs.
The three huge rice doughs are as white as white marble, with a smooth surface and no air bubbles in the dough.
Like three white jade mountains.
"Chef Yang's arm strength is really extraordinary!"
"When I knead a small piece of dough at home, my hands and arms are sore, and there is no energy in my whole body."
"If you ask me to knead, I don't need these three mountains. One, no, half of one can exhaust me to death."
"It's tiring just looking at it."
(End of this chapter)