After dying early, I traveled to ancient times and became a boy

I saw a servant coming out with a large tray. On the tray was a huge longevity peach. The tip of the peach was light red and looked very tempting.

"What is this?" asked Mr. Zheng.

"This is called a longevity peach in the north, and it's a must-eat dish for birthdays." Ye Xunqing said, "Please ask Master Zheng to cut the longevity peach. Just use chopsticks."

Under Ye Xunqing's guidance, Mr. Zheng used chopsticks to poke open the huge longevity peach, and small round longevity peaches popped out.

"Great! Great!" Mr. Zheng was delighted. "There's even a little one hidden in here."

The eldest son of the Zheng family immediately said, "This big birthday peach is like my father, and these small birthday peaches are like us. My father is protecting us, his descendants."

Mr. Zheng liked this explanation very much. He was the big birthday peach, and the small birthday peaches inside were his descendants. There was no better meaning than having many children and grandchildren.

"This dish must appear at my birthday party!" Mr. Zheng likes this dish so much.

Ye Xunqing guessed that he would like it. No one could refuse a small peach inside a big peach. He was also amazed when he saw it for the first time.

There are also many other flower buns, which he will make when he has the chance.

The little peaches have fillings, red bean paste and date paste are the best, but Ye Xunqing didn't have time to make it, so he just rolled sesame seeds and sugar into balls and stuffed them in.

Although everyone was full, the longevity peaches were so tempting that the host did not waste them and had to stuff them back into his stomach even when he burped.

There were a lot of them, so Ye Xunqing asked Mr. Zheng to give them the extra peaches so that they could share in the joy.

Mr. Zheng naturally agreed readily and asked them to stay to prepare their birthday banquet. He also upgraded their rooms from the rooms where maids and servants lived to guest rooms.

The guest room is not only large, but also has a charcoal fire.

After washing up, Ye Xunqing sat next to the stove and warmed himself by the fire. The charcoal fire was made of wood, not coal, so there was no need to worry about carbon monoxide, sulfur dioxide or anything like that.

The charcoal used by rich families is of good quality and produces no smoke at all, which makes Ye Xunqing want to secretly take some back to burn.

Seeing him staring at the stove, Feng Jingheng said, "Let's buy a charcoal stove when we get home."

Ye Xunqing said: "Of course it is possible, but we don't have such good charcoal at home."

Feng Jingheng replied: "Buy some from Yuanzhou City when you go back."

"Not only this, but also other fun things to eat, drink, or rare ingredients, take some back."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Feng Jingheng covered him with a blanket. "Have you finished writing the recipe?"

Mr. Zheng requested sixteen dishes for the birthday banquet, each of which had to be delicious, and he had to taste them all before making a decision. So starting from tomorrow and for the next three days, Ye Xunqing had to prepare food for Mr. Zheng every day, and he would then choose the sixteen dishes.

He told Ye Xunqing to do his best and all the chefs in the mansion had to obey him. If anyone didn't obey him, he could come and complain.

Ye Xunqing didn't want to complain. If those people didn't cooperate, he had plenty of ways to deal with them.

Tomorrow morning, he has to go to the morning market to see if there are any special ingredients in Yuanzhou City. If there are, he can buy some to add to his recipe.

"Oh, right." Ye Xunqing grabbed the blanket and walked to the bed. He took out the reward money from Mr. Zheng and showed it to Feng Jingheng. "This is today's reward money."

Feng Jingheng and the others were not qualified to enter the main hall and were waiting for Ye Xunqing in the kitchen, so they didn't know how much reward Ye Xunqing had received.

When Ye Xunqing put a bag of small silver ingots in front of Feng Jingheng, Feng Jingheng was speechless for a long time.

Seeing that he was frightened, Ye Xunqing hit his face with a silver ingot and said, "What's wrong? Have you never seen so much silver?"

Feng Jingheng shook his head and replied: "No, I haven't seen it."

Ye Xunqing shook his head and said, "There will be more in the future."

Feng Jingheng immediately stuffed the silver back and said, "Hide it well, don't let anyone see it."

Ye Xunqing gave the silver to Feng Jingheng, "I feel relieved that Ah Heng is protecting the silver."

Feng Jingheng suddenly felt that he had a great responsibility, "I, I will carry it with me."

Ye Xunqing felt that he was too nervous, so he said, "Just keep them separate as before, make a note of them, and take them away when you leave."

Feng Jingheng started to hide the money, while Ye Xunqing continued to think about his recipe. The Zheng family was too rich, so they could easily spend so much money to reward the chef. Then when the time came to buy...

If the cook doesn't steal, the crops won't be harvested. Ye Xunqing not only has to prepare the banquet well, but also has to make a lot of money. After the banquet is over, he has to make more than 30% of the profit from the banquet.

Of course, this doesn't mean he deliberately skimps on costs; he maximizes profits within a reasonable range. A good leader must have this ability, and he's been influenced by it since he was a child, watching his family run businesses.

The next morning, Ye Xunqing got up early to work. He first took a walk on the street, and then came back to be Mr. Zheng's personal chef.

Fortunately, Mr. Zheng did not ask him to prepare a family dinner for the next three days, but said that the dishes he cooked would be enough for him and his wives.

After eating, Mr. Zheng started to choose dishes, but every dish was delicious and he couldn’t tell which one was good or bad.

or……

"Xiao Ye, do you think there is a situation where the dishes on each table of my birthday banquet are different?" The old man asked boldly.

Ye Xunqing's mouth twitched. "Haha, old man, you're such a jokester. Every table of dishes is different. Let's not talk about whether I can make it. Even if I can, every table will be different. Some dishes are expensive, some are cheap. Comparing pork knuckle with Chinese cabbage, do you think the guests won't have any objections?"

Ye Xunqing understood that the one who paid was the boss, but it could only be the boss, not the King of Hell! There were sixteen dishes on a table, and it was said that there were thirty or forty tables on the birthday banquet. With so many dishes, Ye Xunqing couldn't finish cooking them even if he didn't sleep for three days and three nights!

The time it takes to stew twenty pork elbows in one pot and to stew twenty different pork elbows in twenty pots is different. There are simply not that many pots!

Mr. Zheng himself felt that it was inappropriate. Most of the people coming were wealthy and prominent. If you give one table of people cabbage and another table of people braised pork elbows, even a fool could tell the difference.

"Well, let's do as you say." Mr. Zheng said with great regret.

Ye Xunqing took out a booklet and a brush, "Grandpa, tell me what you like to eat."

Mr. Zheng was surprised and asked, "You can write?"

Ye Xunqing smiled modestly: "There's nothing I can do. It's not easy to make money these days. I have to be good at a few things!"

Mr. Zheng looked at his handwriting and said, "You, a cook, can write better than my stupid sons."

Scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans, the end of the universe is still to study and become an official. Old man Zheng is no exception. When he has money, he wants to have an official in his family. Unfortunately, his eldest sons are not good at studying.