Chapter 225 Liu Mei pursues progress

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The day's plan starts in the morning. Try to get up early, insist on getting up early, and enjoy getting up early. You will feel relaxed and happy all day long. If it is difficult to do it, go to bed early and get up early. Your life will change differently. Without sowing, there is no harvest; without hard work, there is no success; without suffering, there is no glory; without setbacks, there is no glory; if you don't get up early, there is no money in vain. Of course, except those who will be reincarnated.

And according to authoritative experts, decades of clinical experiments have shown that people who get up early are more likely to live longer. In the summer morning, the first sun, the green grass, the sparkling dewdrops, the cool breeze in the morning, and the faint fragrance of flowers. What a beautiful day, and the mood is naturally beautiful.

"Madam, please wait a moment." Liu Mei stopped Leng Bingbing from washing her face, and then said, "I'll add a little more hot water. Washing your face with warm water can moisturize your skin."

Wang Busheng was even more embarrassed. He was the one who spent money to buy people. Did he eat Liu Mei's conscience? Why did he use cold water to wash his face? Don't men need to nourish their skin? What's more, he relies on Face to eat. Beauty is important.

Being treated like this for the first time, Leng Bingbing was also very embarrassed. She had hands and feet, and felt like she had become a waste who couldn't take care of herself. She lightly opened her red lips and said, "Liu Mei, you don't have to be like this, I can do it myself."

"Madam, these are all things I should do. As a slave, I must serve my master and do my best until death. The master's request is our pursuit, the master's temper is our blessing, and the master's encouragement is our motivation. Master Our thoughts are our actions, our master’s expressions are our moods, our master’s hobbies are our hobbies, our master’s intentions are the direction of our work, life is a member of the master’s family, and death is a ghost of the master’s family.”

"Uh" This is the highest level of flattery. Wang Busheng couldn't get enough of it. He wanted to take a piece of paper and write it down. It will definitely be used in the future. However, after listening to Liu Mei's healing chicken soup, Wang Busheng's unhappy mood just now disappeared. A little bit.

It is said that older people sleep less. Obviously according to this saying, Rich A should be the one who gets up the earliest. But on the contrary, he gets up the latest. Is it because he does not have Liu Mei's company at night? He didn't sleep well either. I don't even want to get up in the morning.

After a long time, the door was finally opened. Fu Jia popped his head, rubbed his eyes, quickly removed the eye droppings from the corners of his eyes, and asked, "Is the meal ready? I'm hungry."

Sure enough, he is a mess. The first thing he does when he gets up is not to go to the toilet, but to think about eating.

"Master, the meal is being cooked. It will be ready soon." Liu Mei replied, of course, there is no preparation for face wash. After all, older people still need to do it by themselves. The more activities they have, the longer they will live.

"You're cooking today." Rich A was a little worried, "Well, I'm in a hurry, I'll just go out and buy something."

This was obviously a sign of disdain for herself. Could it be that the food she cooked was so unpalatable? Liu Mei was a little embarrassed, including that her self-confidence was tarnished. She hurriedly explained, "Master, don't worry, it won't taste unpalatable. Yesterday, when the young master was cooking, I was Just look at it, not even a step down."

"No, no, no, Liu Mei, you are thinking too much, I am really in a hurry." The rich side continues to insist

Wang Bushi interrupted Fu Jia's explanation, "Master, you said that you are a beggar, but you still need to clock in and go to work every day. You are in a hurry to go out to eat. Your family is a landlord, and you still go out to buy breakfast. You are really a waste of money. ".

"Well, I'm so old, eating breakfast would be a waste." The wealthy party feels aggrieved.

"Yes" Wang Bushi and Liu Mei nodded in unison.

Leng Bingbing was silent, but his expression agreed with his husband's point of view. Why should you go out to eat and drink while you have to eat Liu Mei's poisoned breakfast at home?

Rich A was in a bit of a dilemma, as he really lacked confidence in Liu Mei's breakfast.

"Master, don't worry. You can taste it later. If it doesn't taste good, I'll go out and buy it for you." Liu Mei continued to advise. Liu Mei was still very confident in herself.

"Okay," people have already said this, and the wealthy party can no longer insist. After all, young people still have to be given a chance to make progress.

Liu Meili happily filled a bowl of porridge for everyone, as well as several plates of pickles and steamed buns.

The three of them didn't move their chopsticks for a long time. They all looked at Liu Mei eagerly. Liu Mei also looked at the three tasters expectantly.

"You should eat,"

"Haha, what's that? It's too hot. I want to cool it down. I'm old and it's not suitable to eat food that's too hot." The rich man answered first.

What a shame, you actually stole my line. Wang Bushu cursed in his heart.

"Master, give it a try first. Is there any difference compared with what you made? If you have any opinions, feel free to comment. Big criticism will make great progress, small criticism will make small progress. How can we make progress without criticism?" Liu Mei focused her longing eyes on Wang Immortal face. There are expectations and expectations, just like a man and a woman courting each other, eager for the other person to say those three words - get out of here.

The gap will definitely be huge. After all, he is also a chef in a star-rated hotel. Although his specialty is making egg fried rice, he knows everything about cooking. There are similarities in cooking. Wang Busheng believes that most people can't cook other foods. Have its own level.

If you can't refuse, you can only try. A man is capable of bending and stretching. He can eat both sweet and bitter things. Isn't it just a breakfast that may be unpleasant to eat? It's not a poison that can penetrate the intestines and kill people.

His lips were gently pressed against the edge of the bowl. Wang Bushit still didn't have the courage to take a big sip. He just tasted a little with his lips and said, "Well, it tastes a bit sweet. It must have added sugar."

"How is it, how is it?" Liu Mei asked anxiously.

Since sugar was added, the taste would not be much worse. Wang Bu Shou was relieved. He opened his mouth and took a big sip to taste it. Fortunately, it was not as unpalatable as expected. Wang Bu Shou nodded, "Yeah, it tastes good." It’s still pretty good.”

Wang Busheng was from the north in his previous life, so he naturally ate less rice and mainly pasta. In his previous life, everyone used natural gas or coal for cooking, and there were very few opportunities to use firewood for cooking. Firstly, it is inconvenient, and secondly, the environmental protection department does not allow it.

Therefore, the current firewood used for cooking by Wang Busheng is not very good at controlling the heat. If the time is too short, the rice grains will not be cooked. If the time is too long, the rice grains will become rotten, and the porridge will become rice with too much water. The porridge made by Liu Mei is different. Apart from the addition of sugar, the rice grains are cooked one by one and do not stick together and become sticky. This undoubtedly tastes much better.

"Really, you didn't lie to me?" Fu Jia asked. After all, the possibility of success for a person who cooks for the first time is tantamount to rejuvenating himself and regaining his second youth.

"Why should I lie to you? What's the benefit of lying to you?" A man who is over a hundred years old really has nothing to lie to. Wang Bushu felt that the wealthy party was a little unfounded or self-righteous.

Hearing her master's approval, Liu Mei was still very excited, and hurriedly urged the rich man, with a face full of joy and expectation, "Master, give it a try, it tastes good."

For a person who likes to eat, it is impossible to be indifferent to food. The wealthy party has already been impatient. He heard that it is not very difficult to eat, and it seems to taste very good, so he did not hesitate at all. Liu Mei took the bowl in her hand and hesitated a little. After all, Fu Jia was still a little suspicious.

"Master, believe me, if you don't see me for three days, you will be surprised to see me again."

Liu Mei said this and used the idioms. Fu Jia also looked forward to death, opened his big mouth and took a sip. After tasting it, Fu Jia's eyes widened, and then He took another sip and kept nodding, "Well, not bad, not bad, it tastes very good."

Rich A's side has never cooked before, so his daughter's girl next door cooks. Considering that Fu A's side is older, the rice will be steamed longer, and the same goes for vegetables and meat, although it is not as good as The kind that melts in your mouth, but you only need to chew it a few times to swallow it. This is also the reason why the egg fried rice made by Wang Busheng will be recognized by the wealthy party. For an alcoholic, suddenly drinking strong liquor is how the wealthy party feels at the moment.

"Haha, it's been three days since I left. It's been less than one day. You've made great progress. Did you secretly work overtime while we didn't know about it?" Rich A still didn't believe it. Liu Mei has a talent for cooking. She must have worked hard and made up for her shortcomings through hard work. She has tried and failed countless times in private to achieve today's results.

"Hahaha, thank you for the compliment, master. I don't work hard in private. It's just that I remember the master's cooking process, pick up people's skills, and follow the steps step by step." This is not Liu Mei's modesty, this is a fact.

Wang Busheng was also surprised. Did Liu Mei have a photographic memory? He only cooked once in front of him and he remembered everything, and his absorption improved even further.

"Liu Mei, your memory is so good"?

Liu Mei said modestly, "I don't know. Ever since I was a child, I can write down everything I've seen without missing a beat."

"I'll give you two forks. You have the strongest brain. Is this a treasure you've found?" Wang Bushu thought proudly.

Because Liu Mei brought an unexpected surprise to everyone, everyone had a great time eating breakfast.

After eating and drinking, it’s the beginning of another wonderful day. As long as life continues, people cannot stop. Keep your eyes forward and walk forward.

"Master, we are going to the streets today, and you are responsible for making jelly beans at home." Because of the performance of the wealthy party yesterday, Wang Busheng specially made such an arrangement today.

"But,,"

"There are no buts," the rich man was about to explain, but was interrupted by Wang Bushit, "There is no reward if you don't put in the effort. If the master wants the 20% dividend, he has to put in his own labor."

"But I don't know how to do it." Rich A is still self-aware. He is very good at eating, but he may be a little worse at cooking.

"It doesn't matter, making jelly beans is actually very simple," Wang Bushu said. There was still a lot of sugar left yesterday, and it would be enough for a few more days. It was just about making dough and making jelly beans. Wang Bushu felt that the rich could still do it. . Even a pile of cow dung can be of some use.

"Okay, I'll do it." In order to get the dividend, the rich party plans to sell the fruits of their labor. In recent days, due to the severe drought in the north, the competition among beggars has become fierce, and it is difficult to make money. People must learn to change. If you don't think about changing from beginning to end, you may end up getting poorer and poorer.

Of course, it is impossible for Wang to die and leave the task of making jelly beans to a wealthy party. After all, this is a business for himself to make money. The quality of the product is very important. Necessary pre-job training is still necessary. This is also for Be responsible for yourself and your customers.

He taught Fu A step by step several times until Fu A completely mastered it and could complete it alone. Fu A learned quickly. After all, people who like to eat also have a strong ability to understand food.

"Hahaha, it turns out it's that simple." After trying his own results and finding that the taste was almost the same, Fujia smiled wildly again, "Okay, okay, you all go and do your work, leave this place to me." .

"Okay, Master, be careful, we are leaving."