Chapter 82 - Chapter 82 - 82: Once Again (1/2)

Chapter 82 – 82: Once Again

Xie Jiang was currtly tidying up the hoses, and wh he saw Ch Yu come in, he hurriedly stood up.

“We have some ready-made ones, right here in my shop! Shall I sd them over right now?”

Ch Yu nodded and took out two keys.

“They’re right next to the two dormitories we used last time, 330 and 339!”

Xie Jiang took the keys without saying much and immediately wt with several workers to take care of it.

It wasn’t until 7:30 in the eving that the flow of people gradually diminished.

Ch Yu wt straight into the kitch, picked up a cleaver, and began preparing the ingredits.

His knife skills were not only steady as an old bull but also incredibly fast, which left Wang Qingshan staring in amazemt.

“You really keep your light under a bushel!”

Ch Yu didn’t say much and, while stir-frying, he took a small pressure cooker and steamed half a pot of mixed-grain rice.

He th called the supplier and asked them to deliver food materials for the next two days.

At eight o’clock in the eving, wh the shop gradually quieted down, Ch Yu laid out the meals on the table.

Steamed pork ribs with lotus root, Mapo tofu, shredded pork in garlic sauce, and Kung Pao chick.

All four dishes were typical Sichuan cuisine.

The pot of mixed-grain rice itself was made with sev differt grains, producing sev differt colors once steamed.

It was not only fragrant but also pleasing to the eye.

With four big basins of dishes, complemted by five flavors of braised food, everyone’s appetite was wide op.

After a busy day, with only a few gaps to grab some noodles or pancakes, they were starving by this time.

Wang Qingshan was not shy, directly heaping a bowl full of rice and spooning some Mapo tofu into his bowl.

After just one bite, Wang Qingshan was so excited.

“Authtic, that’s so authtic! The last time I had such authtic Sichuan food was eight years ago.”

Tong Ya also picked up a piece of Steamed Pork Ribs, which was crispy on the outside and soft but not mushy on the inside—it was the pinnacle of steamed pork ribs.

Fourte young girls were eagerly shoveling rice, picking up dishes with their chopsticks one after another.

Although they didn’t know what “authtic” meant, they knew what tasted good.

Seeing the eight girls who were still a bit reserved, Ch Yu stood up, took a spoon, and served a spoonful of Mapo tofu to a girl named Li Lu.

“This spoon is meant for you to use like this. How long are you going to keep picking with chopsticks?”

A few girls giggled and started to loos up, scooping dishes directly into their bowls with spoons.

At that momt, Tong Ya was savoring the food as if it were a piece of fine art, chewing slowly and deliberately.

“Honey, your cooking skills have surpassed those of authtic Sichuan chefs. If you ask me, we should just op a Sichuan restaurant—it would definitely be a hit,” she said.

Wang Qingshan echoed from the side, “If I had your skills, I would have oped several stores by now.”

Ch Yu lifted his bowl and took a bite of rice, “Bite off more than you can chew and you’ll have trouble down the line. Let’s take it slow and expand step by step!”

Nobody said anything more; they kept serving themselves from the four basins of dishes, completely ignoring the braised flavors beside them, which they once considered delicacies.

Just after finishing the meal, Ch Yu took out a list.

“Work at the shop has always be busy, and everyone’s sleeping time could be less than eight hours a day! Now that we have ough staff, I’ve decided to implemt a rotating rest schedule,” he announced.

With that, Ch Yu handed the list to Chu Hong.

According to the schedule on the list, every day two people would be in a state of rest.