I Sell Crayfish to Feed You

Healing stories, cooking articles, a skilled retired boss and good cooking skills heal people After graduation, Mengyang didn't want to take over his father's crayfish breeding base, so he only wanted to open a stylish cafe. Selling crayfish was dirty and tiring, and he didn't want to do it. "Hey, little bastard, if you have the ability, you can earn the money to open a store by yourself. If you don't make enough, come back and take over the factory." Instead of competing for steamed buns and reputation, after repeatedly considering his academic qualifications and the money he needed to open a shop, Meng Yang became a delivery boy, riding a donkey under the stars and the moon every day, leaving early and returning late. "Yangyang, my wife is about to give birth. You can go and deliver the takeaway from that restaurant in the north of the city. That person is generous and gives you a tip every time." Meng Yang didn't expect that people would tip when ordering takeout these days. He accepted the order with a smile, and then began his unlucky days: It rained for the first time Second time going to sleet The third time I went there was hail Damn, did this guy do something wrong? Even as he was complaining, he was still trapped at the door of this house. He was pitiful. At this time, the door opened. He was wearing beige home clothes and silver-rimmed glasses. He was elegant and handsome. Even his voice was very nice, but his face looked a little pale: "Come in and take shelter from the rain." The drowned rat entered the house. The house was really beautiful, but his eyes immediately stuck on the crayfish. The man smiled: "Eat together?" "Your crayfish is not authentic. What I cook is better than this." "Oh?" The next day, Meng Yang discovered that the spicy crayfish in this order had been replaced by fresh crayfish. Fang Yunting took the bag and opened the door: "Didn't you say that what you do is better than what you sell?" Meng Yang blinked. Do riders even take on the job of chef these days? He narrowed his eyes: "I'll add money." "Deal." One time, Meng Yang used all kinds of martial arts skills, frying, stewing and frying all kinds of crayfish, preparing to make enough money to open a cafe from the fat sheep. After meeting Fang Yunting, Meng Yang found that he was getting more and more lucky. He had few orders and high commissions, and the store owners he liked had all reduced their prices for him. Even the crisis encountered by his family's breeding farm was solved. He was in a happy mood and would say hello to dogs when he saw them. After a year, he had saved enough money, and the man in front of him had his eyebrows drooped, as if he couldn't make up his face no matter how hard he tried: "You won't be a delivery boy anymore? That's fine. I'll go to the coffee shop often." "I won't do it anymore, and I won't open a coffee shop anymore. I'm going to go home and inherit the family business. Boss, please follow me and you can realize the freedom of crayfish." There is no such thing as being so lucky, except that he has a Santa Claus by his side who fulfills his wishes. Ps: This is a small cookie, suitable for eating and relaxing. Readers, please save it. This article will teach you more than a dozen ways to make crayfish. The full text of this book is ready to be saved and opened. It is guaranteed to have a short serialization period and will be updated after v. Please accept it. Purpose: Pursue food and pursue dreams