When Jiang Ping was free, he listened to other people's conversations and learned that there were two types of chefs who burned the banquet.
The first was to buy the ingredients, wine, etc., and pay the chef to cook according to the chef's cooking skills.
According to the usual price of Jiang Manor, the money for hiring people was based on the cooking skills of the chef.
Generally, a slightly famous master would pay more than 2,000 yuan for wine and cigarettes.
When Jiang Dejun came to invite Jiang Ping to burn the banquet, the price he offered was 3,000 yuan.
Jiang Ping originally thought that the money was too little, but when he thought of the system's rewards and the mission he had accepted, he didn't care about the money anymore.
He didn't expect that after understanding the industry, the money would be quite high.
The other way was to ask the chef to quote the price of a table. You could pay according to the number of tables you wanted.
This kind of work was easy for others. All the ingredients were prepared by the chef who cooked the banquet.
However, there were many people who chose the first option. They would not be fooled if they bought their own vegetables. They would buy fresh vegetables and no one would take any kickbacks.
It's just that it's a little tiring for family.
The chef who cooked the banquet had to find someone with good craftsmanship. With good ingredients and a good chef, the taste of the banquet would definitely be better than that of the chef who cooked it. The guests would be satisfied with the meal, and the banquet would also have face.
Jiang Ping himself liked the first kind. He didn't have to worry about anything when he came up with the menu.
He was responsible for cooking.
The villagers were also very curious about Jiang Ping suddenly burning a banquet for Jiang Dejun's family.
Jiang Ping suddenly came back from the city and heard that his family's restaurant had also closed down. The people in the village were extremely curious about Jiang Ping's family.
Previously, Jiang Ping had been hiding at home and didn't go out. Everyone was curious, but there was no reason for them to visit.
Now that they saw him come out and even took on the task of burning the banquet, they all surrounded him curiously.
"Jiang Ping, if you have such good skills, why did you return to the village?”
The bespectacled man in front of him looked to be in his thirties and claimed to be his uncle's nephew.
He came over with a curious face and asked as he handed the dishes to Jiang Ping.
When the people resting in the courtyard heard this, they all pricked up their ears curiously and quietly looked at Jiang Ping.
Jiang Ping wasn't a fool. He naturally noticed the small eyes of the people in the courtyard. He immediately found it funny.
It seemed like gossiping was human nature.
"It's too busy to support a restaurant alone. Besides, that restaurant was opened when my parents were still around. The customers came for their craftsmanship. I can't stay there."
Jiang Ping had long thought of an excuse.
He definitely couldn't say that he didn't have any skills and closed down the restaurant.
If he said that, it would definitely affect his future jobs.
Now that the system had bound him with the job of burning the banquet, he would probably have to do the same in the future.
Once he became famous, there would definitely be more work coming to his door.
He had already completely accepted this profession and even found joy in it.
Burning a banquet was very free. If there was work, he could take it up. If he wanted to do it, he could do it. If he didn't want to do it, he could rest at home. It was very suitable for a salted fish like him.
When he said this, it seemed like he was not done yet. Coupled with his somewhat depressed mood, it was obvious that he was afraid of being reminded of the scene.
"It's good that you're back. I can tell from your cooking skills that you're not bad.”
The others expressed their understanding when they heard Jiang Ping's words.
His parents had suddenly passed away and he couldn't accept it. It was understandable that he had returned to his hometown.
The man in glasses saw that he had brought up Jiang Ping's sad matter because of his curiosity. He comforted him dryly and buried his head in work in embarrassment.
He was really curious about everything.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the courtyard was only filled with the cries of the master from time to time, and the only sound left was the sound of work.
Jiang Ping was also happy to be quiet. It would be a waste of time if everyone came over to chat with him.
The pork knuckle and braised pork had just been stewed, and the beef had not been braised yet. There was still a lot of work to do.
There were a total of 13 tables of dishes, and each table had 16 dishes. They were all ordered by the Jiang Dejun family.
Jiang Ping only cared about the menu and cooking.
At the banquet in the village, regardless of whether it was a banquet or a banquet, the main dishes were basically meat dishes. They emphasized on eating well and having face. There were only one or two vegetarian dishes as decorations.
Although there were not many dishes at Jiang Dejun's banquet, they were all authentic and hard dishes.
"Salad cucumber, sour and spicy lotus root slices. These two cold dishes will be made before the banquet tomorrow. There's also a cold dish.”
"Then, I'll stew the pork knuckle and braise the intestines today. I'll stir-fry them tomorrow.”
"Red braised chicken, braised fish, four happiness meatballs, braised pork, braised pork with preserved vegetables, sweet and sour tenderloin, salted prawns, crispy meat soup, white meatball soup, mutton soup, and fruit platter.”
With this calculation in mind, the work was almost done.
There were a few large iron pots in the courtyard, and the fragrance of the stewed meat kept wafting out. It was really fragrant. Those who passed by subconsciously took a few more glances at the large iron pots in the courtyard.
In the mourning hall, a few people were crying. Suddenly, their cries were interrupted by the sound of their stomachs.
"Gu gu gu ~"
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
The juniors who knew what was going on were helping each other up.
"Aunt, Aunt, take care of your bodies. You've been crying for two days, and Grandpa hasn't left yet. If you collapse again, what should we do?”
There was no reason for the mourners to cry all the time, but the mourning hall had to be guarded by the burning paper. Only when someone came to pay their respects would they cry louder. If they kept crying, they would faint from the lack of water. That would not be doing anything but causing trouble.
For such a suitable occasion, relatives and friends would come to pay their respects. Even if the family was sad, they had to greet everyone and grieve behind their backs.
"You guys take a seat first. I'll go ask Master Jiang if there's anything to eat.”
Eldest Aunt and Aunt wanted to refuse, but they hadn't eaten since last night. They were really hungry.
Originally, she could still bear with her excessive sadness, but the meat that Jiang Ping had stewed in the courtyard was too fragrant.
Even though she was not in the mood to eat, her stomach kept growling.
He was really greedy.
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