Qiao Qiao was so fascinated by the synchronized movements of the master and disciple that she was reluctant to leave with the bucket in her hand.
Meanwhile, the master and his apprentice pulled out a bag of potatoes with one hand, without anyone intervening. One of them scrubbed and washed the potatoes, while the other peeled them. They didn't even use the peeler next to them, and just used the heavy kitchen knife to peel the potatoes...
Just look at the casual way they do it, peeling the irregular potatoes is easier than peeling an egg!
The people in the Song family were watching intently and were unable to move.
Song Tan was rather disappointed: "If I had known that cooking was so beautiful and magical, I should have started a live broadcast and made up for the length of the show!"
Qian Tianfu stopped cutting potatoes, looked up, and gave her a strange look:
"Just for Qiao Qiao's millions of fans to watch?"
Song Tan: …
She didn't dare to say that Qiao Qiao really didn't have that many fans, so she had to use a trick to replace the original with the new:
"Not that many. Traffic is not good in the morning. I guess there are less than 200,000 people."
Generally speaking, there are only a little over 100,000 in the morning.
Qian Tianfu didn't know the young man's tricks, and at the moment he felt a little nervous, a little expectant, and a little regretful.
It’s just because the old man is so old, and has never been seen by so many people at the same time!
But, saying anything at this moment seems a bit deliberate.
His lips moved, and finally he just increased his speed, cutting the potatoes evenly and finely.
Wang Xiaoshun was putting the meat into the pot to cook, and he glanced at the potatoes: "Master, the potato skin is a bit rough and has pockmarks, I guess it's flour potato. Let's just cook the pork with potato slices."
Qian Tianfu didn't even raise his head: "You've already cooked the meat and are ready to put it back in the pot, why are you asking me?"
Wang Xiaoshun just laughed and kept silent.
How could a man as capable as the master not understand? Even if it was just sharing potatoes, that was a skill, and he had to show it off to his new boss!
The master and the apprentice worked together, and in less than half an hour, the two large pots of dishes were ready.
Tender shredded cabbage fried with eggs, greasy potato slices and roasted meat. These ingredients were obviously ordinary ingredients bought wholesale in town, but everyone couldn't help but be a little greedy when they smelled the aroma wafting in the wind.
Song Tan was surprised: Master Qian’s craftsmanship is really good!
This time, she suddenly understood what her seventh cousin had said before, that Qian Tianfu, with his apprentice, could make a long-established restaurant on par with a new ecological vegetable garden. What level did that mean
Such a flavor can be created with just basic ingredients like cabbage and potatoes. Just looking at the workers not adding more rice, you can tell that both knife skills and heat control are essential.
Such a great chef will cook a big pot of food for everyone.
It's rare that even the exposed Song feels a little guilty—
Tsk tsk tsk, what a waste of resources!
Master Qian's employment seemed to have started naturally with this farcical breakfast.
After finishing breakfast, he insisted on making a request to Song Tan:
"Can you hire another person? I don't have any requirements for salary, but you see, we can't both do the dishes and pots, right?"
I haven't done this kind of work for many years. I have to squat next to the water pipe to wash dishes at the construction site, and my old waist can't take it.
Song Tan felt a little regretful for a moment.
After all, she invited another chef to come, and they also took care of washing the pots and dishes. But thinking about Master Qian's cooking skills, it would be a big loss if such a talent was not kept at home...
Thinking of this, she had no choice but to agree again:
"OK!"
Although they agreed, it was impossible to offer a higher salary. Wu Lan decided directly: "Washing pots and dishes, cleaning vegetables, 2,000 a month. If we recruit more people, we will raise it."
Young people don't have to think about this salary. Fortunately, old ladies can do this job, so there is no shortage of people.
On this side, Master Qian slowly came down the mountain after breakfast. He was eating the freshly cut watermelon, as if his stomach, which had just been filled in the morning, was empty again.
By the way, he pretended to be casual and said to his seventh cousin:
"Old Song, do you know where your apprentice is now?"
As he said this, he laughed without waiting for his seventh cousin to answer, looking very arrogant:
"It's right across from me in the ecological vegetable garden! The little bastard is capable of making it, and now he's become a well-known figure in the garden."
Uncle Qi snorted and snatched the last piece of melon in front of him, saying, "This is so old news from many years ago. Is a person with only mediocre skills worth your attention? I don't take it seriously."
"Old man Qian, you need to work on your tolerance!"
Master Qian looked at him and thought, you're just trying to be stubborn, we both know each other!
Sure enough, I heard my seventh cousin say again: "Let Qiao Qiao help you with the lunch. Who is that? Xiao Shun, right? Start following me at noon. Your master brought you all the way here, so I have to give him some face."
Qian Tianfu: …
…
Meanwhile, Qiao Qiao, who had happily fed the pigs, was still squatting in front of the beehive to coax Big Bear. He had no idea that the live streaming platform had called him.
The call came to Song Tan's cell phone - it's not that Qiao Qiao's cell phone couldn't answer the call, it's just that all calls were set to forward.
As soon as the call was connected, someone immediately asked:
"Hello, is this Ms. Qiao Qiao from Tian Yuan Ji Shi? Are there any parents here?"
Obviously, he has also watched his live broadcast.
Song Tan became interested: "Yes, I am. What's the matter?"
The other party was indeed more enthusiastic: "Hello, we are Feitian Culture Company, an M agency. I would like to ask you, have you ever thought about building a more professional team for Teacher Qiao Qiao so that he can gain more fans, traffic, and returns?"
Song Tan raised his eyebrows: "Is there such a good thing?"
"Of course!" The other party's voice was neither hurried nor slow, showing the demeanor of a big company:
"Our company has a mature incubation organization and has cooperated with major live broadcast platforms and e-commerce platforms. We have signed a lot of high-end traffic and our operation plan is very mature..."
Song Tan felt a little bored.
He's been talking nonstop for several minutes, but it's all big, empty talk; I haven't heard anything practical.
Not to mention that she had no intention of letting Qiao Qiao sign with any company, even if she did, she would not choose this kind of partner.
She listened quietly for more than three minutes before finding a moment to speak:
"Well, I'm sorry, we don't have any plans to sign a contract for now. After all, we are just simple farmers. We are content with selling some agricultural products. We don't seek to become rich."
other side:…
Simple farmer
Can a simple farmer sell tea for ten thousand yuan per kilogram and have hundreds of thousands of fans and the terrifying ability to convert nearly 60% of fans into cash
Even according to their data analysis, the remaining 40% of fans are not uninterested or unwilling to spend money, but nearly 20% of them did not get the chance to pay!
Only professionals know how terrifying this data is.