Wow! My wife is beautiful and obedient, everyone envies her!

"Sir, I can make apple pie."

"...I can learn."

“Sir, I can learn that too.”

"Sir, my knife skills are very good."

The youngest man among the homeless was the one who confidently admitted that he had good knife skills.

The man had brown hair, but his eyes were grayish-blue.

Although there are all sorts of strange people in Beizhou, this was the first time Qi Yuan had ever seen eyes that were grayish-blue. They were a kind of eyes that were close to gray with a hint of light blue, which were very mysterious and also very beautiful.

The man's appearance wasn't particularly striking; a burn scar on his left cheek made his otherwise handsome face look even more frightening. However, his calm, grey-blue eyes made his burned face less terrifying.

Qi Yuan asked, "What's your name?"

“Casio Ilier”.

Qi Yuan then asked the names of the other homeless people.

After learning their names, he continued, "The restaurant work is different from your previous jobs, but the restaurant will incur a lot more expenses if it opens a day later. In order to make money as soon as possible, I have decided to open the store in two days. You need to master what I teach you in these two days. If you can't master it, then leave and don't waste each other's time."

Compared to many people in this world, Qi Yuan has some kindness in his heart.

This kindness stems from his past experience in a peaceful world and from receiving kindness from others. Therefore, even after serving five years in prison in this world, he didn't learn much malice and retained some goodwill in his heart.

He was willing to give these employees who had no prior experience in restaurant work a chance, but he wouldn't waste his money if they didn't show enough sincerity and a willingness to learn.

The homeless people felt somewhat pressured after hearing Qi Yuan's words.

The burly men frowned slightly, looking tense.

Qi Yuan added, "Those who know how to make desserts, go make desserts now. Those with good knife skills, come over here. Those who don't know how, don't worry, I have other things I need you to do."

The homeless people who hadn't stepped forward breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Qi Yuan's words.

Qi Yuan brought over a piece of beef and taught them how to slice it beautifully and thinly.

The homeless people looked at Qi Yuan with a degree of shock.

It was a kitchen knife they had never seen before, and it looked heavier than any kitchen knife in the Northern Continent, but Qi Yuan was not affected by its weight when using it.

Thin slices of beef appeared from his knife as if by magic.

"It's about this thickness. Try it with any knife you're comfortable with."

Qi Yuan placed the three slices of beef he had cut in front of them.

Using Casio as their main appliance, they selected a suitable kitchen knife from their kitchenware and slowly began to cut a piece of beef.

Casio's knife skills are indeed very good. He didn't cut the first slice of beef well, but starting from the second slice, he was able to replicate the thickness of Qiyuan beef.

The knife skills of the other three were simply beyond description.

The meat was cut into different sizes and thicknesses.

Qi Yuan remained silent, waiting for them to finish cutting the beef.

After they finished cutting the damaged beef, only Casio was up to standard.

The other three stood timidly to one side, looking at the meat they had cut, not daring to look up at Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan looked at the meat and asked, "Are the three of you going to continue cutting the meat?"

“Sir, we will make the most of these two days to study!” they said with firm eyes.

Qi Yuan said, "There are still twenty catties of beef in the kitchen. I'm only providing you with this much beef for your learning. If you don't learn well, you'll have to find another job."

Their gazes were firm, and they dared not be negligent any longer.

Qi Yuan looked at Casio and announced, "You've passed."

"Thank you, sir."

“You have nice muscles, so you’ll be in charge of making hand-whipped lemon tea.” Qi Yuan’s gaze fell on a burly man.

The burly man's name was Gray.

He saw Qi Yuan staring straight at him, and he pointed at himself uncertainly, asking, "Me?"

"Yes."

"Sir, what is a hand-crushed lemon?" Gray scratched the back of his head, puzzled.

Qi Yuan picked up a few lemons and then took out a pestle.

"come over."

"Yes."

"Put water in this pot, then add tea leaves and a certain proportion of rock sugar, and bring it to a boil."

Gre listened to Qi Yuan's words and obediently did as he was told.

Once the tea was brewed, Qi Yuan tasted it and found the sweetness to be just right. He then instructed Qi Yuan to take the pot outside so that the heavy snow outside could cool down the scalding tea.

He handed the lemon to Gray and said, "Slice the lemon, then put it in the lemon and mash it to extract the juice. Just make sure it's juicy; don't mash it too much."

"Yes."

Making hand-whipped lemon tea is not difficult.

After Gray mashed the sliced ​​lemon to extract the juice, Qi Yuan asked him to bring in the tea from outside.

It was freezing cold outside.

The scalding hot tea cooled down in less than ten minutes.

Qi Yuan instructed Ge Rui to pour the crushed lemon slices and lemon juice into the tea, and then stir it.

"Pour a glass for everyone to try and see if it tastes good."

Qi Yuan also asked Ge Rui to pour him half a glass.

Making lemon tea by hand really requires very little skill; it's very easy.

Although it was Gree's first time making it, Qi Yuan had overseen the proportions of tea leaves, sugar, and water, so the taste was just right.

The others were drinking hand-squeezed lemon tea for the first time. Although it was icy cold, it tasted excellent, with a refreshing sweet and sour flavor.

After drinking one cup, everyone licked their lips, wanting another.

"What do you think?" Qi Yuan asked.

The burly men nodded in unison, saying it was good and delicious.

Qi Yuan didn't dwell on the issue any further and instead summoned three more burly men.

These three are mainly responsible for the pot base of the porridge.

Once the bottom of the pot is ready.

Qi Yuan instructed them to add charcoal to the small stove and light it.

It was placed on a table in the restaurant lobby, and finally, a clay pot containing the porridge was placed on a small stove.

Casio and the others also brought out the meat they had cut.

Finally, there's the sauce.

Aside from those who make desserts, drinks, cut meat, and process ingredients, the only remaining job for the homeless is that of a waiter.

The people of Juecheng had never eaten congee hot pot before, so they couldn't judge how well the meat was cooked.

That's when you need the help of a waiter.

Qi Yuan first taught them how much the meat should be cooked before eating it.

After he finished cooking the meat, he let the first server taste it and said, "Remember this doneness, cook the meat now."

The burly man's mouth was filled with beef that was sweet with rice water and full of milky aroma. It was so delicious that he almost bit his tongue. He nodded and nodded in agreement.

He imitated Qi Yuan's movements and began to scald the meat.

The strong man didn't know how to use chopsticks, so the way to scald the meat was to put it in a strainer and then into the boiling porridge.

He turned his head to look at Qi Yuan while scalding the meat.

Qi Yuan remained indifferent and showed no reaction.

The burly man, trying to see a hint of warning on his face, had sweaty palms and knew he had to manage his time himself.

Seeing that the beef had changed color, he slowly lifted the strainer and then examined Qi Yuan's expression.

Qi Yuan said, "Eat it."