Food Intelligence King

Chapter 84 Employee Number Two (To be continued)
[Ingredient Processing] After improving his skills, Chen Zhou also practiced at home.

Although I didn't have any complicated ingredients on hand, I definitely felt different than before; I was much more at ease.

Reaching the professional level can be achieved simply through points. The system merely shortens the process of diligent study and practice. However, to become a master, insights and experience are truly indispensable.

Chen Zhou couldn't help but recall his experience of peeling crabs a few days ago.

Grandpa Yu and her Go-playing friend are quite quick to improve, and their skills have also improved.

The shop reopened the following day.

The junior sister arrived early, just as Chen Zhou was posting a job advertisement at the door.

She went over to help hold the paper down, looked at what was in front of her, and then said:

"I really liked the auntie who used to make soup dumplings. I wish she could come."

Yes, Aunt Zheng Xiufang.

Chen Zhou once saw her teaching her grandson in the store not to disturb other customers while they were eating.

I remember it was a rainy day when the two of them used the store's disposable raincoats, and she returned them the next day.

It's clear she's a very honest and upright woman.

What's more, she's been making steamed buns for ten years, so she has a wealth of work experience.

Chen Zhou smoothed out the handwritten job posting.

He said with some regret:
“It is indeed suitable, but when I asked her last time, she mentioned that she might have some conflicts with her daughter-in-law. I don’t like to get involved in those family matters, so I didn’t ask her any further.”

The two entered the store and started chatting while working.

Zhao Yilin exclaimed, "So you have one too, senior brother!"

"That's for sure."

Chen Zhou got a headache just thinking about these things.

Aunt Zheng is right. Fortunately, my mother doesn't live with me, so we only see each other occasionally and our relationship is quite harmonious.

He cleared his mind of the jumbled thoughts and said to Zhao Yilin:
"If you run into her someday, you can ask her again and chat about gossip or something."

"Leave it to me, senior brother."

Zhao Yilin patted her chest.

Speaking of everyday matters, Chen Zhou recalled that he rarely heard his junior sister talk about her family; he only knew that she rented a place here by herself.

So he asked casually:

"Haven't you been home to visit lately? You can take leave anytime you need to. Once we find someone else to come, you can take turns coming."

A bitter smile appeared on the junior sister's lips.

"Yes, I have two mothers."

When Chen Zhou first heard this, he thought she was joking about the time when she was drunk and called Ms. Lin "Mom".

I almost blurted out, "You should discuss it with Chen Taotao."

But Chen Zhou quickly sensed that something was wrong with her tone of voice.

He quickly turned around and glanced back.

The junior sister shrugged. "Mainly, I don't know where to go back to."

Chen Zhou didn't ask any further questions about his parents' divorce.

But I really feel sorry for this young girl. No wonder I always feel that Zhao Yilin is sometimes like a child.

If you cut off a branch from a sapling, it will leave a scar when it grows up.

While kneading the dough, Chen Zhou invited her to have lunch at his home.

Have you ever heard the saying, "Dumplings on the first day of the dog days, noodles on the second, and pancakes with eggs on the third"?

"I've heard of it. What's wrong, senior brother?"

I'll make you a pancake for lunch.

"Hahahaha," Zhao Yilin laughed for real this time, "You've finally given me a false promise, senior brother."

The little girl had a very optimistic attitude. Chen Zhou smiled too.

"One isn't enough, I'll give you an egg pancake too, you can stack the two pancakes together to eat."

"Two pancakes, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat them all."

That morning, Aunt Zheng happened to come over.

This time, she packed it up for her grandson to take.

The junior sister seized the opportunity to go up to her and ask her about it.

After hearing this, Aunt Zheng said:
"Isn't it a coincidence? In the past two days, several people have asked me about it. First, it was my former boss, and then my daughter-in-law wanted to find me a job. I, an old lady, have become a hot commodity."

The junior colleague was a little confused; she remembered the story of that boss's extravagant spending. So she asked Aunt Zheng, "Auntie, didn't your previous boss go to Shanghai?"

The two started chatting across servers again.

The same thing happened last time; the junior sister and Aunt Zheng each chatted on their own, and they both seemed to be having a good time.

But in the kitchen, Chen Zhou felt increasingly uneasy as he listened.

He couldn't help but disconnect both of their servers first:
"Auntie, you called to call your aunt to have breakfast, right? She's the landlord of this shop!"

Aunt Zheng nodded. "It was indeed located in front of yours, but they've changed owners several times over the years, with things like subletting and stuff. I didn't ask her how the shop fared afterward."

The two aunts chatted on the phone for a long time about their daughters-in-law, only exchanging a few words about the real business.

Are you going?
I'm not going.

Chen Zhou continued, "So your grandson's name is Zihan, right?"

Aunt Zheng nodded again, "Yes, nowadays many children are given names like that, so many are named Zihan, but how did you know?"

How did I know? It's from Chen Zhou's smile, who treats you like a hot commodity:

"You said those three jobs were all opportunities I was looking for with you!"

"what?"

"what?"

Zhao Yilin and Aunt Zheng were both stunned.

Aunt Zheng knew more information, and she quickly realized what was happening. She exclaimed, "Oh my!"

Chen Zhou said, "There must be some misunderstanding between you and Zihan's mother. Don't worry, she introduced us. Your daughter-in-law will definitely be happy for you to come."

Aunt Zheng frowned.

Although she had realized what had happened, she still needed some time to process it.

Chen Zhou saw the bag the other person was carrying.

He then instructed her, "Take the steamed buns first, and come back at ten o'clock in the morning so we can have a good chat."

"middle!"

Zhao Yilin watched Aunt Zheng leave with a heavy heart, her expression full of confusion.

Chen Zhou couldn't help but laugh when he saw her like this:
"Let me tell you, I need to make you understand, there's a lot of fun in this."

Aunt Zheng was very punctual; she arrived at the store at exactly ten o'clock.

She seemed a bit more reserved than before.

It felt like I was there for an interview.

Chen Zhou sat down with Zhao Yilin and said with a smile:

"You must have talked to your daughter-in-law about this?"

Aunt Zheng nodded. "I didn't expect her to be so happy for me to come this time. She said your steamed bun shop is good and the pay is good too. She didn't want me to start working at my aunt's place earlier because she thought that shop wasn't good enough."

There's always been a misunderstanding between my daughter and me.

Chen Zhou nodded.

This is what Zihan's mother is like.

Both he and Ms. Lin had some prejudice against them at the time.

But in retrospect, that's just how this woman is.

Of course, Ms. Lin now has some other prejudices.

Chen Zhou chatted with Aunt Zheng about the work and benefits at the store.

Both sides were quite satisfied.

There is some disagreement regarding employee social security.

Aunt Zheng's old shop never paid her taxes, and she stopped paying them herself later.

Therefore, we now hope that Chen Zhou can treat a portion of his social security contributions as part of his salary.

Chen Zhou consulted with the employee in charge of human resources.

The junior sister did a quick calculation and then analyzed:

“Paying social security is really not worthwhile anymore. If Aunt Zheng starts paying at this age, she will have to wait until she is in her sixties or almost seventies before she can retire as an employee.”

Aunt Zheng pursed her lips, "By then, everyone would have been dead."

Zhao Yilin then asked her if she had paid for the residents' pension.

Aunt Zheng shook her head: "I can still work now, so I'll just save some money myself and try not to burden the children."

"Let's change our perspective and not talk about work," Chen Zhou took over the conversation.
"If you have a pension when you get old, it will be a kind of security, more or less. With money paid out monthly, you will feel at ease as you get older."

Aunt Zheng said helplessly, "I didn't know that before, but now I'm envious of others."

Actually, it's not just Aunt Zheng; in the catering industry, there's a high employee turnover rate. Many people are in the same situation as Aunt Zheng, and by the time they reach their fifties or sixties, it's too late for many things.

For Chen Zhou, whether or not social security is paid is part of the compensation for his employees.

But he still wanted to think about Aunt Zheng's future:
“How about this, Auntie? I’ll switch the portion of your social security contributions for employees to your personal pension contributions for residents. This money will be given to you to pay for yourself. I’m just making a suggestion.”

The junior sister explained it to Aunt Zheng in detail.

Although Aunt Zheng only had a junior high school education, she understood what she was saying.

It's still my own money, and the boss won't pay me less.

But if we follow the boss's advice and pay into the residents' pension fund, we can still receive money after retirement at age sixty.

However, Aunt Zheng was indeed a little unsure of what to do.

She wanted to go home and discuss it with her son, but then she suddenly realized that her son hadn't seemed to have considered all of this.

He said to Chen Zhou:
"What else can I say? Boss, I'll start work tomorrow, okay?"

“Yes,” Chen Zhou nodded, “at least a health certificate is required.”

Aunt Zheng remembers that she applied for it last year, and the validity period for first grade has not expired yet.

“That’s perfect,” Chen Zhou looked around. “You two can team up and get a new one together in a few days.”

(End of this chapter)