sbdcsierra Chapter 1140 There are many good things
Chapter 1140 There are many good things
Zhou Guo said, "Of course you have to rest. The human body is not made of iron. Even if it is, it will break. You will be able to do better in the future if you take a proper rest. When you make money, whenever you have free time, you can invite three or five friends to drink tea and eat meat together, go out for fun, or go home to visit your family. You can do whatever you want."
Wu Lazi was stunned and her eyes widened. What a beautiful scene it was.
You don’t need to risk your life or take risks to earn money, give your family a good life, and live a good life yourself.
Isn’t this the good life they have been pursuing in the past? If there were such good days, who would become a bandit?
Not only do you have to go out in the wind and rain, but every time you go down the mountain there are risks. If you run into a tough guy, it's not certain who will suffer.
Zhou Guo didn't hear her reply. He turned around and saw that she was in a trance, but he didn't disturb her. As the boss, she must have the ability. She couldn't guarantee anything else, but she could still promise such a day.
By the time the team stopped and started to eat lunch, Wu Lazi had not yet recovered.
The beautiful blueprint Zhou Guo painted for her made her a little unbelievable.
Wu Jiang arranged lunch for everyone and came to find Zhou Guo with food.
It was a rich meal, with roast chicken, roast duck, braised pig's trotters, braised pig's tendons... and flatbreads. They also brought a big pot and a small pot, and several small bottles and jars filled with all kinds of seasonings, just like at home.
Wu Lazi, who was standing by, sighed, "Is this at home or outside? Sir, you live such a lavish life!"
Even at home, they didn't live such a luxurious life. They had to eat so much meat in one meal and bring two pots.
When they go out, they usually bring a few days' worth of dry food. Not to mention pots, even seasonings like wrapping some salt in a handkerchief are considered good treatment. "Aren't you afraid that all these bottles and jars will break?"
Such an exquisite little bottle doesn't look cheap.
Chef Zhang at the side couldn't stand Wu Jiang's cooking skills, so he took over, "Let me do it, I'm the young master's chef."
Although Wu Jiang had never seen him before, when he heard that he was Zhou Guo's chef, he immediately gave the pot away. Although the food he cooked was edible, it was really not that delicious. Although the master was not picky, he didn't like it that much.
Wu Lazi was stunned again. She looked at Chef Zhang and then at Zhou Guo, dumbfounded. "You, you, you...you go out and take your own chef with you wherever you go?"
This was really a situation where she didn't want to suffer at all. She had never seen anyone bring a cook with him when going out. Although she had robbed many wealthy families over the years, she had never seen anyone live such a luxurious life.
She couldn't help but become curious about Zhou Guo's identity, "What do you do?"
No matter where she goes, she can receive such treatment, so her status must be quite high. She now feels that following Zhou Guo may be the best thing she has ever done in her life.
Zhou Guo smiled. "Chef Zhang was not brought with me at the beginning. He came in halfway. I am away from home all year round and often have to travel. If I have to cook all the way and make every meal so delicious, it would be too much of a waste of time. I usually eat dry food like everyone else."
To be honest, she had seriously thought about taking a cook with her wherever she went. After all, she was so busy running around every year, and it was understandable that she could make her life better within her ability.
But after thinking about it, it was really too troublesome. Not to mention whether the cook had the ability to accompany them on the journey, it would be troublesome to carry large bags of food every time they set out. Instead of taking the time to prepare more bedding and thick clothes, they might as well prepare some more food.
You can live comfortably whether it is cold or hot.
Just think about it.
Wu Lazi obviously didn't believe it, and pointed at Wu Jiang and said, "These things were all brought by you, the chief steward. It's obvious that this is how you usually live."
Otherwise, how could a butler be so well prepared and take everything into consideration when he goes out?
Wu Jiang said, "Master Wu, you will understand in the future. Our master doesn't care much about other things, but when it comes to food and clothing, he can't be careless at all and always picks the best."
Chef Zhang couldn't help but retort, "Are these the best dishes?"
He was a cook and he couldn't help himself when he heard such words.
There are so many delicious dishes in the world, and roast chicken and roast duck are just common things. How can they be considered the best?
Where does this put him as a great chef?
Wu Jiang choked and wanted to speak, but was stopped by Zhou Guo's eyes.
I couldn't help feeling depressed. If these weren't the best things, then what was the best? Could it be dragon liver and phoenix marrow?
That requires that thing to exist. If it really exists in this world, maybe the master would really want to get some to try.
Zhou Guo pointed at the roast chicken and asked, "Sir, please open our eyes and tell us what dishes can be made with this chicken?"
Chef Zhang said, "There are many, such as stir-fried phoenix tongue, chicken marrow and bamboo shoots, pickled bamboo shoots and chicken skin, and a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix..."
He really knows them all like the back of his hand.
Zhou Guo swallowed his saliva as he listened. His family raised a lot of chickens, but every time they ate chicken, they would roast it, stir-fry it, or stew it. Most of the time, they would stew it with mushrooms. He never thought that chicken could be cooked in so many different ways.
As expected, the heritage of the wealthy families is not something that nouveau riche like them can compare to. They only know how to cook the simplest things and think that they are the most delicious things in the world.
Li always sighed, thinking that even the emperor only ate these for every meal, and there was no shortage of anything running on the road, swimming in the water, or flying in the sky on their family’s dining table.
I never thought that this is how people eat it.
In the past, whenever we ate a dish of duck tongues at home, we would feel so distressed that she would use the leftover duck to make duck products. Otherwise, if we wanted to eat fried duck tongues, we would have to save them one by one, and save them for a few months until there were enough for a dish, and then we could take them out and fry them.
Wu Lazi, who was standing by, was a little disgusted. "It sounds like there's not much oil in it. What's so good about a watery soup? If you ask me, roasted chicken or fried chicken is better. They're oily and shiny. They whet your appetite at first glance. Are you a good cook?"
Zhou Guo almost laughed out loud, but after taking a look at Chef Zhang's face which was as dark as the bottom of a pot, he finally held back.
Wu Jiang and others also laughed.
Chef Zhang glared at her and snorted, "What am I talking to you about? You haven't even tried it and you say it's not tasty. I don't want to waste my breath on you."
Wu Lazi was also unhappy, "You are not happy to hear it."
Zhou Guo said to her, "Do you want to go talk to your brothers?"
Wu Lazi followed her gaze and saw that the brothers in the mountains kept looking at them, wanting to come up but not daring to, and just staring anxiously.