After Rebirth, I Am the White Moonlight of All The Big Brothers

Jiang Da was accustomed to it, and greeted with a smile: "Are you helping the hotel run errands again?"

"Yeah, after running this order, you can rest today."

It turned out that this is Li Tuan's little brother, who usually helps two five-star hotels in the city center to run errands and buy pancakes.

Because there are too many, every time I take the initiative to be ranked last.

Usually, after Jiang Da and Han Yunru finish the order, it is almost time to close.

"Then you go in and sit for a while, conservatively estimate, an hour."

"Hey, thank you Brother Jiang!" The little brother entered the store lightly, and Han Yunru brought him a cup of herbal tea and put it on the table.

"Thank you, lady boss!"

"You're welcome."

"Yo, is there a new recruit in the store?" The little brother looked at the six old men who were busy and couldn't help but wonder.

Han Yunru: "My friend came to help."

"That's it... Then your business is really good." The six people were almost too busy to help.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Fifty minutes later, the meals were all ready, and the errand boy carried a few heavy large plastic bags into the trunk.

"Brother Jiang, then I'm leaving!"

"be careful on the road."

"Got it!"

By this time, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

Jiang Da wiped his hands, took off his mask, and prepared to close the stall.

It was only then that he remembered that a few junior brothers were still there. After all, they had put in most of their energy, and his tone was a little slower: "Where are you going to live tonight?"

The six looked at each other, a little confused.

As soon as they got off the high-speed train, they went straight here, and they didn't have time to book a hotel.

Jiang Da sighed, remembering that the big guy hasn't had dinner yet: "Okay, if you don't have a place to live, go to my house and get you some side dishes."

San Fatty's eyes lit up: "That's good to dare!"

He was worried about not having a chance to persuade the big brother.

but……

Looking at the business in the store today, it's no wonder that the big brother doesn't rarely return to Cao Ji.

But no matter how good the business is, it is just a small shop. How much money can workshop-style production make?

Only a chain restaurant like Cao Ji, a big brand, can make headway!

So, you can still struggle and persuade.

...

After the store was closed, Jiang Da and Han Yun rode their electric bikes home as usual, but today there were six more people, which obviously wouldn't work.

Han Yunru: "I heard Yueyue say before that, after ten o'clock in the evening, and the distance is within five kilometers, the property management can send a car to pick it up."

Jiang Da remembered that there was such a stubble, "Okay, I'll call the property management."

"Elder Brother, where do you live? Not far? How do we get there? Take a taxi, or a bus?"

Jiang Da just finished the call and heard the words: "Wait another ten minutes, the car will come soon."

"Wait in place?"

"Um."

San Fat Er looked around and said in his heart, "Why doesn't this bus have a stop sign?" Linhuai characteristics?

Before he could murmur for too long, two black Mercedes-Benz stopped in front of the store. The driver lowered the window and asked politely, "Is that Mr. Jiang Dajiang?"

"exactly."

"Get in the car."

The three fat people waited dazedly to get on the Mercedes-Benz, and then they were led into the community in a daze, and finally they were in the gorgeous and exquisite villa before they could react.

"...Big, big brother, is this your home?"

"Yes, you're welcome, just sit down and I'll go to the kitchen to get some dishes." He rolled up his sleeves and entered the kitchen.

Han Yunru helped in the past.

San Fatty was a little dizzy. It was obvious that the space in the house was very open, the light of the crystal lamp was soft and not a little exciting, and there was a refreshing mint fragrance floating in the air, but he couldn't help but his eyes were dazzled.

He staggered back half a step and slumped onto the sofa.

The soft sitting feeling immediately swept through the whole body, which was more comfortable than the sofa in Shi Niang's villa.

It is said that Shi Niang's set of sofas cost 500,000 yuan!

What about this set?

The three fat children couldn't help but tremble.

The others were also stunned by what they saw.

Single-family villa, beautifully decorated, with a courtyard in the front and a garden in the back, Mercedes-Benz pick-up and drop-off, this...

Fu Man: "Second Senior Brother, shouldn't we... shouldn't come?"

The three fat children were speechless.

Da Zhuang looked around, and the more he looked, the more excited he became: "I didn't expect the senior brother to get along so well, and he even lived in the villa! This is much better than the master's house!"

A Biao: "How much does it cost?"

Xiangqing: "At least eight digits."

"Hey...it's so expensive?! Seeing that Big Brother is guarding a small shop, he thought he wouldn't make much money, but he ended up living in a villa, so would he still be willing to go back with us?"

Everyone was silent.

San Fater jumped out: "I only know after trying it, and it's not completely impossible."

"Yes, always try."

Cao Dou shook his head secretly.

Jiang Da had already made it clear that he would not go back to Cao's house or argue with the mother and son.

Now this villa is just telling them in disguise that it is impossible to mix up, but a few senior brothers don't seem to understand, or... deceive themselves?

Jiang Fuyue and Jiang Xiaodi heard the movement and left the bedroom one after another, standing on the second floor and looking towards the living room.

"Sister, it's Uncle San Fatty and the others."

"Um."

"Why haven't I seen them before?"

Jiang Fuyue: "There was no need to meet before."

Brother Jiang: "Is it necessary now?"

"Maybe."

"...Oh." Seems to understand.

After a while, Jiang Da cooked the dishes and invited them to the dining room.

The six people bypassed the separation wall, and when they turned into the dining room, they were once again shocked by the luxury and delicacy in front of them.

The dining table, the chairs, and the chandelier are not cheap at first glance.

Jiang Da: "Sit."

"Eh." San Fatty nodded.

After a meal, everyone eats tasteless.

Han Yunru cleaned up a few guest rooms and prepared new toiletries for them before going up to the second floor.

After a while, Jiang Da followed, but bumped into a pair of children at the entrance of the stairs.

Brother Jiang: "Dad!"

Jiang Fuyue leaned against the railing, taking time to relax, as if she had been waiting for a long time.

Jiang Da smiled awkwardly when he met his daughter's scrutinizing eyes.

Next, Jiang Fuyue and younger brother Jiang, including Han Yunru, heard a rather bloody story...

Thirty-three years ago, when Jiang Da was fifteen years old, his family was so poor that he could not open the pot. After finishing junior high school, he was sent to learn how to cook with Master Cao from the next village.

Master Cao's real name is Cao Dayong. His ancestors were cooks for three generations. It is said that the ancestors even cooked food for the last emperor, and he himself ran a small stall, selling rice noodles in the morning and cooking at noon and evening.

Due to the good taste and large portion, the business is especially hot.

He has a childhood sweetheart wife, but suffers from polio and her legs and feet are not very flexible. The two are a young couple and their relationship is not bad, but they have never had children.

Jiang Da is an apprentice who has seriously kowtowed to his teacher's head, and he has thick eyebrows and big eyes, which is particularly likable.

Cao Dayong drank his cup of apprentice tea, which was considered to recognize the child, and even took care of the Jiang family.

Since then, Jiang Da has officially moved into Cao's house, and followed Cao Dayong to learn from washing pots and spoons, and then to making fire and cooking.

After a long time, the couple treated him as half son.

At that time, the small restaurant was already called "Cao Ji", which is said to be the name passed down by the ancestors, but there was no serious signboard. It simply put up a wooden board, wrote these two words in white chalk, and attached a copy below. Menu, what to stir-fry kidney flower, squirrel mandarin fish, shredded potatoes and so on.

The second year of Jiang Da's cooking is Cao Dayong's "Noble Year".

He opened the shop as usual, and the first customer who came to the door on this day was an out-of-towner who spoke non-standard Mandarin but was very chatty.

However, with the time he spent on the bowl of noodles, he figured out the business model and profit return of Cao Dayong's small restaurant.

"Small business is also a business. The key is how to grow from small to big."

This morning, Cao Dayong didn't do any business, he half-pressed the shutter door. Hearing this man said a lot, he felt that he had found an opportunity.

A month later, Cao Dayong took out the money he had planned to build a new house and rented a two-story facade in the town. It took half a month to decorate it. "Cao Ji" was officially opened, focusing on local dishes.

This time, I finally have a decent sign.

Three months later, the store lost money and faced bankruptcy. Cao Dayong couldn't sleep all night, and his temper became increasingly irritable.

At that time, Jiang Da had been studying art for two years, helping in the back kitchen.

He looked at Master's distressed appearance and wanted to help, but he couldn't do anything, so he could only quietly use the remaining ingredients to make "big baoyuaner" as a gift to attract customers.

Not to mention that he really entered the store for this "big bag rounder", but after tasting the dishes, he couldn't help shaking his head: "It's quite satisfactory, it's no different from other restaurants. But your pancakes are quite delicious, can you? Can't you send me two more?"

Only then did Jiang Da know that the people outside called the "big bag Yuan'er" here as "pancake".

Cao Dayong inadvertently heard this comment, and suddenly had an epiphany...

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