To accompany my daughter, I worked as a chef in the kindergarten

Chapter 86 Pickled fish can also bring warmth

"No, no, no, how can this be done?" The old lady waved her hands repeatedly: "How can I not pay for food? My wife will be unhappy if she finds out!"

"Just think of it as something I'm giving to grandpa. Old man, it's not easy for you either. Keep the money to buy something else."

Ye Chen's tone was gentle, but his attitude was firm.

This money is not allowed to be collected. It is already very difficult for the old couple. If I want to collect money again, is it justified?

A bowl of pickled fish is not worth much, but for two elderly people, thirty yuan may be their expenses for several days.

She spent fifteen yuan to buy a portion of pickled fish, and she might only be able to eat steamed buns for several days.

But for her wife's wish, the old lady didn't hesitate at all. This love is touching enough.

This love is priceless!

Seeing that Ye Chen refused to accept the money, the old lady wanted to give the money to Su Qingyin.

She also resolutely refused to accept it, and helped the old woman re-wrap the money and stuff it into her pocket.

"Grandma, take the pickled fish back quickly, it won't taste good after a while!"

"Thank you, thank you!" A tear rolled down the corner of the old woman's eye, and her hand holding the pickled fish trembled slightly.

"You're welcome, grandma, if you like to drink, you can come over again, no charge!"

Su Qingyin helped her walk out a long way again, and the customers in line gave thumbs up.

“I admire Boss Ye’s style!”

"It is said that in the catering business, every profit must be made. I didn't expect Boss Ye to be so generous and just gave away a piece of pickled fish!"

"You deserve it, Boss Ye, for his good business!"

"Hey, if I hadn't been short of money, I would have bought one for my grandma. Fortunately, Boss Ye took action, otherwise it would have made me feel really uncomfortable!"

"No, I have to buy two more copies to support Boss Ye. We can't let good people lose money."

College students are generally kind-hearted. They live in an ivory tower and are not polluted by the dirty atmosphere of society. They cannot bear to see the suffering in the world. When they encounter someone in need, they will try their best to help within their ability.

Many people who originally only planned to buy one copy bought an extra copy, hoping to support Ye Chen in this way.

"Everyone buys as much as they can eat. Don't waste it. In fact, I didn't do anything. Everyone will help when encountering this kind of situation."

Ye Chen said seriously that he really didn't want everyone to waste food and buy it but not finish it, so there was no need.

A middle-aged man wearing glasses walked over. Ye Chen looked up and saw that it was Wang Jianye.

The guy who bought thirty-two portions of chicken feet at once.

He usually has some impression of such big customers.

"Teacher Wang, are you here to buy chicken feet again?"

"Boss Ye!" Wang Jianye smiled and was in a good mood.

He bought chicken feet last time, and all his classmates ate them very happily. They also said that they were the best chicken feet they had ever tasted.

After eating such delicious chicken feet, of course I have to repay the teacher with action.

Singing competitions have also naturally received their name, and the professional title evaluations this year are probably stable.

This also means that he can get an extra 20,000 yuan a year, how can he not be happy?

"Yes, Boss Ye, your chicken feet are so delicious. This time I brought my father with me to try your chicken feet!"

Only then did Ye Chen notice that there was an old man on crutches following behind him.

It seems to be his father.

His father was originally from his hometown, but Wang Jianye specially picked him up for two days and wanted him to taste Ye Chen's chicken feet.

I was reluctant to part with this money at first, but now that my professional title is stable, this little money is nothing.

"Dad, this is the chicken feet I told you about. It tastes exactly like the ones mom makes!"

The old man glanced at Ye Chen, obviously not believing that a young man could make that kind of taste?

"Boss, please order two chicken feet first. Hey, is this pickled fish?"    "Yes, the new pickled fish, would you like one?"

Wang Jianye walked into the cauldron and took a deep breath. It smelled really good!

Look at the golden soup, you can’t go wrong with this fish!

The old man also took a look and nodded silently.

“Boss, let’s have one piece of pickled fish, no, two pieces!”

Soon, chicken feet and pickled fish were served.

"Dad, try it!"

The old man picked up the chicken feet and put them in his mouth. The chicken feet were cooked so soft that even if his teeth were not good, he could eat them effortlessly.

This taste.

Yes, that's the taste.

Just like what the old lady did.

The old man nodded: "Yes, these chicken feet are very authentic."

"How about trying pickled fish again?"

He didn't even need to eat it. Just looking at the golden fish soup, the big balls of pickled cabbage floating on top, and the chili peppers covering the soup noodles, he couldn't go wrong with this pickled fish fish.

Knowing that Wang Jianye likes spicy food, Ye Chen deliberately put more chili peppers for him.

Flexibly fine-tuning dishes according to the different needs of diners is also a basic quality of a chef.

The old man picked up a piece of fish and put it in his mouth, then scooped up a spoonful of soup and drank it.

"The food in this store is really good. How much does this pickled fish cost?"

"Thirty-one."

"At this level, even if you get it to a big hotel, you can sell it for 128 with less words! Thirty-one portion is really a conscience! Baby, can you pack him a portion later? I will have pickled fish at noon tomorrow."

"Okay, Dad!"

Wang Jianye was also very happy if he could satisfy the old man.

He couldn't help it long ago, picked up his chopsticks and started to eat.

Well, this fish meat is so tender and chewy!

This sauerkraut is refreshing and appetizing!

And this pickled fish is spicy enough and suits my taste!

After a while, the two men were sweating profusely.

It was like they were competing, and no one wanted to fall behind.

"Dad, if you can't eat, don't force yourself to eat. It's not good for your body if you're exhausted. I'll help you with the rest."

The old man waved his hand: "I'm kidding, when you and I were young, I used to eat seven or eight big white steamed buns in one breath. Where are you now? But you, seeing how thin you are, I guess you have been able to hold on to it for a long time, right?"

"Dad, stop bragging! Your seven or eight steamed buns are only as big as the palm of your hand. I've heard Uncle Li tell you that!"

"Li? Haha, Li is jealous of my good health and spreads rumors about me. Even if others believe this, do you believe it too?"

The two of them argued for a long time, and finally Wang Jianye slapped his thigh: "Hey, what do we earn here? Can't we just buy another one? It's only thirty yuan anyway, so it's cheap!"

Just like that, Wang Jianye came and bought another piece of chicken feet and a piece of pickled fish. This time, he wanted the specially spicy version, just to enjoy it all at once!

Opening the lid, the father and son started eating.

You take a bite and I take a bite, for fear of falling behind a little bit. The chicken feet and pickled fish are so delicious, so spicy that they sucked them in and refused to stop talking.

(End of this chapter)