Becoming a widow for the sake of good fortune? The short-lived prince lived a hundred years

Jiang Feng was suddenly at a loss. She clutched her sleeves tightly and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Young Master Ning said that she was looking for Shopkeeper Yuan, and she found him, but Shopkeeper Yuan's attitude was not clear at all. Perhaps, they did not lack a master chef?

The master chef said rudely, "What can a woman like her do? Besides, who would come to work with a child? Are you kidding me? You said someone introduced you, but who would hire someone like you?"

"I'll take it!" A calm and clear voice suddenly sounded.

"Who are you and what are you doing?" The master chef found it ridiculous when he heard the voice coming from outside the door. Manager Yuan hadn't said anything about the affairs of Guanxiang Garden, so how could an outsider be in charge here?

But after he finished speaking, when he saw the person coming, his face changed and he stood up quickly.

Yuan Cheng also stood up hurriedly: "Boss, you are here!"

Jiang Feng turned her head, and the sweat on her forehead increased. She didn't know where to put her hands and feet.

She never thought that one day she would be able to meet such a noble person so closely.

The clothes were like brocade from heaven, and this noble lady was like a Bodhisattva in the temple of the goddess, dignified and noble. People dared not look directly at her, as if looking at her any longer would be blasphemy.

Is this the owner of Guanxiang Garden? Is he a friend of Master Ning?

That’s right, Master Ning is also a god-like person in heaven, and his friends are of course equally noble.

The master chef saluted and said with a forced smile: "Boss, this is a woman with a child!"

"Well, what's the problem?"

The master chef was surprised: "Really, really, you asked her to come?"

Yan Xining turned to Yuan Cheng and said, "Mr. Ning is my friend. From now on, his opinion is my opinion!"

Yuan Cheng nodded immediately, feeling fortunate that he had not been sure just now but did not chase the person away.

The master chef was unhappy: "Boss, making dim sum isn't something a woman can master by just one or two recipes. It requires a long period of study and research, and it also requires talent. If you just pick someone up and make him the master chef, I'm afraid the other chefs will be dissatisfied!"

Yan Xining glanced at him and said, "You're not happy about it, right?"

The master chef was quite frank: "I am indeed a little dissatisfied. I have been learning to make pastries for more than 20 years. Red Bean Pastry, Qiqiao Pastry, and Blooming Flowers and Wealth have become the signature dishes of Guanxiang Garden. I feel that I deserve the title of master chef. But this young lady, she is young and has a child, so how can she be the master chef right away?"

He added tactfully, "I know that whatever the boss arranges is perfectly reasonable. I'm not questioning the boss's decision, I'm just curious about this young lady's craftsmanship!"

Yan Xining nodded slightly: "Seven-piece snack, blossoming fortune, and red bean pastry, these three are your specialties, right? Now, make one each and get to know each other!"

When the master chef heard this, he smiled, glanced at Jiang Feng, and left with full confidence.

Yuan Cheng said to Jiang Feng, "Madam Jiang, come this way!"

Yan Xining waved his hand, asked Que'er to come closer, and signaled Jiang Feng to go without worry.

Que'er didn't make any noise. Since Yan Xining had come and was checking the accounts, Que'er just sat there obediently.

A quarter of an hour later, the master chef had finished. Looking at the finished product on the plate, he was very proud. How could a person who had only cooked in his own kitchen compare with him, who had been learning the craft for decades?

Jiang Feng also brought out the three dishes she made at the same time.

One look at the appearance and the master chef was confident of success.

He is well versed in the ways of business. Today's customers want food that not only tastes good but also looks good.

His finished products are very beautiful, each one is exquisite and delicate.

Yan Xining tasted each of them himself, and then asked Yuan Cheng to taste them as well, and then said to the two of them, "Try it too!"

The master chef confidently picked up a piece made by Jiang Feng and put it in his mouth. His eyes slowly changed. He ate another piece of his own and then shut up silently.

The food this woman made was not as good looking as his, but it was indeed delicious.

He raised his eyes. Could it be that the boss was dissatisfied with him because Guanxiang Garden's business was not doing well recently and wanted to fire him?

Yan Xining took in his reaction. "Guanxiangyuan's business is being squeezed hard by the competition, and profits are slim. If things continue like this, we'll have to close. Zhang Rong, you and Madam Jiang will compete fairly. Next month, whoever makes the most profitable pastries, receives the most repeat purchases, and has the best reputation will become the master chef. The loser will be demoted to an ordinary chef. Do you understand?"

The two of them nodded in agreement.

Yan Xining looked at Yuan Cheng and said, "Arrange accommodation for Madam Jiang and her daughter!"

"Yes!"

Yan Xining asked Jiang Feng to sign the contract. Jiang Feng was a person who could not sit still. He felt that only by doing more could he be worthy of the five taels of silver per month, so he started working immediately.

Yan Xining didn't bring Bingyu today, so she bought a lot of things, including gold needles, pens, ink, pestles and mortars, and some small items, and asked the store owner to grind them into powder.

They are all small items and don’t take up too much space.

But it took a lot of time to go through all of this, and she was carrying several small bags in her hands.

It's almost time to go back.

Yan Xining walked briskly into an alley, crossed the alley, walked two more streets, crossed a bridge, and crossed another alley, and arrived at the west gate of Prince An's Mansion, which was much closer than going back the same way.

Some moss has grown on the stone walls on both sides of the alley. You have to look up to see the top. I don’t know who lives on these two sides and why they built the walls so high.

The sun only shines in at noon, and the wind blows through the alley, making it a bit chilly.

Perhaps because people don't often walk there, the bluestone slabs on the ground seem to be soaked with moisture.

This alley has many bends. After going around three bends, there is another bend ahead.

Yan Xining weighed the paper bag in her hand and continued walking forward.

As she was about to turn, she paused, but quickly took another step.

After turning the corner, there is a straight alley several meters long in front of you. The narrow space gives off a sense of crampedness.

Two men came towards them, their coarse clothes hanging loosely on their bodies, with the collars wide open, looking sloppy.

They had a wicked smile on their faces, and their eyes all fell on Yan Xining, looking her up and down.

This expression, this action, the target is very clear, it is directed at Yan Xining.

Yan Xining stopped. She didn't need to look back to know that there was someone behind her. The light footsteps could be heard in the alley without even paying attention.

The man on the left looked greedily at Yan Xining's face, unable to conceal the evil in his eyes. He grinned, revealing a mouthful of uneven, yellowed teeth: "Young lady, where are you going?"

Yan Xining glanced at them indifferently: "Who ordered you? What do you want to do?"

The man on the right saw this and laughed unscrupulously, his laughter echoing in the narrow alley. "Brother, this young lady is really pretty, with delicate skin and tender flesh. She is much better than those mediocre girls we have seen before. I didn't expect that we would have such good luck!"

He rubbed his hands as he spoke, took a step forward, and put his hand on Yan Xining's shoulder.

"Get out of here if you don't want to die!" Yan Xining took a half step back, her eyes cold. It was obvious what these people were thinking. The people behind this were extremely vicious and wanted to destroy her!

"Oh, it's still a rose with thorns! Big brother, it looks like we're going to have some fun today." Someone behind him laughed out loud, not afraid of startling passers-by. He held a thick wooden stick in his hand and said, "Young lady, if you don't accept my toast, don't blame us for being rude."

As soon as he finished speaking, a stick came hitting Yan Xining on the back of the neck.

At the same time, the man on the left cooperated tacitly, raised his hand, and a cloud of powder fell on Yan Xining's face.