I'm going to become rich after being dressed as a five-year-old woman

Chapter 112: Boss Yan the Chatterbox

Today is extremely busy. Not only do we have to cut soap, the first batch of shade-dried soap is already ready, but we also need to cook for the people who come to build the workshop. Zhao Qiqi doesn't want to provide them with meals. He wants to give them a few more cents and let them eat on their own. However, it takes a long time to go back and forth between the town and the village, and work is tiring. If they can't eat in time, they will probably faint from hunger.

Of the five children in the family, except Dashuan, all went to school. He felt that he was too old, had a wife and children, and it was embarrassing to go to school and stay with a bunch of little kids. Besides, he didn't have the talent to take the exams for a scholar or a juren, so he just waited for his brothers to come back and teach him a few words.

If it weren't for the fact that he still wanted to teach the children to read and write, he wouldn't even want to learn these few words.

Since he had his own ideas, Zhao Qiqi didn't force him.

Zhao Qiqi was the only one in the lively courtyard this morning. She got up, washed up, and went to the workshop.

"Good morning, Aunt Zhao."

Boss Yan followed the local customs and started calling her Aunt Zhao in order to appear closer to her.

Zhao Qiqi: That’s not necessary.

The soap cutting is also done by the people who dry the soap. Zhao Qiqi also joins in. She also wants to make the finished products quickly so that she can sell them and get some of the original capital back.

The soap cutter is a wooden bow-like device. Put a piece of soap into the designed soap cutting device, which is just the right size and is divided into ten equal parts. Just insert the soap cutter according to the groove, and the soap will be cut into ten even parts.

There are some cut or damaged scraps, and Zhao Qiqi also plans to sell them at a preferential price of five cents per pound.

After a whole morning of cutting, it was almost done. Zhao Qiqi quickly got up and stretched her muscles. She didn't have to worry about the rest of the packaging because the workers were there.

After Gu Dewang was fired, Zhao Qiqi recruited new people. Everyone knew that the work here was not tiring and the salary was high, so everyone signed up enthusiastically.

Zhao Qiqi made three dishes and one soup. One was sweet and sour pork ribs soup, and the other three dishes were sweet and sour pork ribs, chicken stewed with potatoes, and stir-fried seasonal vegetables.

While waiting for everyone to come and eat, Zhao Qiqi was so bored that he divided the food first.

"this..."

Boss Yan looked at Zhao Qiqi with a puzzled look: "This..."

Zhao Qiqi was puzzled, why did he look so constipated? "Don't you like it?"

Boss Yan shook his head and said, "Do you usually eat like this?"

Eating so well would make him feel unbalanced.

Zhao Qiqi shook his head: "I added a dish."

"what?"

"Stir-fried seasonal vegetables, just in case you want to eat some vegetables."

Zhao Qiqi saw that his Versailles remarks had angered Boss Yan to death, and quickly smiled: "Okay, I lied to you. We made all these meat dishes especially for you."

Boss Yan was satisfied: I knew it, that village woman eats so well every day.

In order not to appear inexperienced, Boss Yan wiped his chopsticks slowly, picked up a vegetable leisurely and brought it to his mouth.

If Zhao Qiqi didn't know what kind of person Boss Yan is now, he really wanted to beat him up.

He put it in his mouth and tasted it carefully. It was very ordinary, just like what he ate at home.

Until he picked up a piece of meat and looked at Zhao Qiqi in amazement, he wanted to add another spoonful of rice. It was delicious, so delicious, fragrant and crispy, with the sweet and sour sauce, it was simply delicious.

While eating, Boss Yan looked at Zhao Qiqi with tears in his eyes: Do you have any other surprises that I don’t know about?

"What is this called? How is it done?"

Zhao Qiqi had nothing to hide, so she told him how to cook it: "First, fry the ribs, then add ketchup, soy sauce, and salt, stir-fry, coat with the sauce, sprinkle with sesame seeds, and serve."

Boss Yan frowned as he listened: "What is this ketchup?"

"Hmm... how should I put it, it's a sauce made from tomatoes."

“That tomato is…”

"Shut up and don't ask me what a tomato is."

Zhao Qiqi became impatient. This tomato was not available here and she couldn't explain what it was. She should have known not to make this dish.

Looking at Boss Yan's expression, I felt as if he was saying, "We are such a close relationship, but you are still hiding something from me."

Zhao Qiqi: "If you like it, I'll give you some ketchup. Now shut up and eat quickly."

The others watched, not intending to speak, and hurriedly finished their meal. Some were busy building the workshop, some were busy settling accounts. In short, the sale was imminent, and everyone was busy with their own things.