Scene Of A Boxed Rice Box, Visitors Fill The Whole Road!

Chapter 120

"Eh, you..." Hearing

the phone drop hanging up, Guo Xianxian lowered his head, unable to see the expression on his face.

But for sure, he wasn't in a better mood.

After standing in place for a while, he breathed a long sigh of relief, walked over to the villagers who were helping

, and said, "Chef Wang has something to do and will come back later, let's speed up and strive to finish the preliminary work as soon as possible."

Hearing this, the villagers who came to help looked at each other and did not speak, but silently did the work at hand.

The villagers know it.

Guo Xianxin and Chef Wang have a conflict.

At the last banquet, the two had a quarrel, and there was a big fight.

Originally, Guo Xianxin did not plan to use Chef Wang's team this time.

But the other cooks in the village who cooked large pots of rice took over their own jobs.

Only Chef Wang has a schedule.

Do you want Chef Wang to come, or go to the town to find other masters?

Just when Guo Xianxin hesitated, Chef Wang took the initiative to come to the door and said that he wanted to take the order.

This time, he had a good attitude.

Not only cooked a large table of dishes, but also took out the family's foreign wine to entertain Guo Xianxin.

This made Guo Xianxian think that he had misunderstood Chef Wang, and he felt guilty in his heart.

But after today's incident, he just wants to curse....

This is the moment.

Guo Xianxin don't regret it more.

If you already know it, you will call the master in the village or town next door!

But there is no way now.

The banquet will start at noon today.

In such a short time, it is difficult to find a suitable master to replace him.

Chef Wang thinks the same way.

He doesn't care if he's late.

Anyway, the main family can't take him now.

Two hours later.

Chef Wang nibbled on the corn and walked slowly to Guo You's door.

Behind him, there were three or four aunts in their fifties and sixties, holding fritters, buns, corn and other breakfasts.

Laid.

On the other hand, other villagers came to help.

Everyone is working seriously.

Some cut vegetables, some wash vegetables, set tables, etc., tired and sweaty, unable to lift their heads.

The two are in stark contrast.

After a while, Guo Xian rushed over and saw Chef Wang who was still nibbling on corn, and his brain was buzzing.

He was speechless.

After discussing it last night, it was just a backsliding, and he didn't say hello.

If he said hello, he could call a few more villagers to help in advance.

It's not that everyone is so tired now.

"Brother Wang, you said yesterday, come over at five thirty in the morning to prepare, but you came at eight thirty, and you still have breakfast here after you come!"

"What do you mean?" Guo Xianxian said.

"I'm sorry to take a private job temporarily."

Chef Wang nibbled on the corn and said nonchalantly to the aunts behind him: "You guys go to help first, I'll have a few words with Supervisor Guo." After

breakfast, several aunts from his team joined the team.

And Chef Wang is still eating corn slowly, and there is no trace of guilt on his face.

Seeing this, Guo Xianxian breathed a long sigh of relief and said helplessly: "Brother Wang, can you hurry, I'm afraid I won't be able to serve the food at noon." "

This time, Guo You's eightieth birthday, the Guo family prepared fifty or sixty tables, which is quite a lot of work.

"What's the rush?"

"I collect money to do errands and make sure that all the dishes are ready by twelve!" Chef Wang is very confident.

When Guo Xianxian heard this, he knew that it was useless to talk more, and it was king to ensure that the meal would be served before twelve o'clock so that the villagers could eat with peace of mind.

He tapped his forehead and instructed Chef Wang to move quickly, and then went to work on other things.

Soon.

Chef Wang finished his corn and returned to the team.

At this time, the villagers who came to help almost finished cutting the side dishes, and only the stir-fry was left.

This morning, there were not enough people, and these villagers have been busy in order to hurry.

Some even didn't even eat breakfast.

Cut the vegetables.

Just when they thought they could rest for a while and catch their breath, they heard Chef Wang say,

"You dare to be lazy under my nose? Quickly stand up and bring all the firewood over there! "

Generally red and white happy events, Qingquan Village is to build a shed in front of the banquet or in the nearby open space.

Water is connected with water pipes, and a makeshift stove is set up to cook large pots of rice, all using firewood.

A birthday banquet takes three or five days, so prepare enough firewood.

Hearing this, a younger villager was not convinced.

"Uncle Wang, you are talking too much, we have always been working, and we have never been lazy."

"Sit down and rest because we've done the work at hand."

"Little brat, don't talk to me here!"

Chef Wang shouted loudly: "Obviously the firewood has not been carried over, and you still said that you have finished the work, funny!"

The young villager was very unconvinced when he heard this.

You didn't work in the morning, why do you say me?

He was just about to speak, but was stopped by an aunt next to him.

"Got it, let's go get it!"

After that, he was pulled away by the aunt.

"Mom! What are you doing? The young villager was dissatisfied.

Just now, anyone with discerning eyes could see that it was Chef Wang who was arrogant.

"It's useless for you to argue with him, let's do our job well."

"He has always had a bad temper, but he has been able to undertake red and white happy events in the village for so many years, do you think that mouth alone?"

"But..."

"Forget it, the wicked have their own wicked grind, and his bitter life is still to come!"

Meanwhile.

Ye Fan and Chef He specially came to Chuanshan from Star City in order to invite Sunset down the mountain to become a chef.

This is their first time in Kawashan.

Along the way, they all felt very novel.

Taking photos in the cherry blossom scenic area, buying souvenirs at the cloud kiosk, and praying for blessings at the Purple Gold Temple are like traveling.

Eat and stroll.

Before they knew it, they climbed to the top of the mountain, took a few group photos, and then walked into the food court.

Both sides of the food street are stalls selling this snack, stinky tofu, sugar and oil dumplings, sticky rice, wolf tooth potatoes, etc., which are very lively.

Ye Fan and Chef He walked along the food street.

I walked to the tree, but I didn't find anyone, only the announcement posted on the tree.

Seeing this, several question marks appeared on Ye Fan and Chef He's heads.

What's the situation?

Did this guy know that we were coming, and he didn't even open the stall?

The air was quiet for a few seconds, and Ye Fan said to Chef He, "

What should I do now?"

Chef He looked embarrassed and thought for a moment, then he replied, "How about we ask the nearby stall owner?"

Ye Fan thought this was a good idea, so he said to Ye Qian in the next stall:

"Beauty, do you know why there is no stall here?"

"When I went home, I heard that the family held the banquet." Ye Qian was a little impatient.

Since Sunset returned to the village, tourists have been coming one after another, not buying milk tea, but simply asking her.

One, two is fine.

It turned out that there were more than a dozen in less than half a day.

It's so torturous!

Ye Qian was speechless for a while.

Are these people blind and can't see the notices posted on the trees?

Or illiterate?