If I ask you to set up a stall, why do you always run to deserted places?

After finishing his call, Old Qin didn't say anything to Su Yun. Instead, he had his granddaughter help him slowly leave the platform. After the last few customers left, Su Yun flipped over the blackboard and started packing up.

Zhou Ye immediately walked over. "Boss, what's next?"

"Pack your things," Su Yun said.

"Okay." Zhou Ye bent down, picked up two large boxes containing tools with one hand, and turned around to put them on the transport vehicle pushed by the scenic area staff.

Chen Yu stood by and watched for a while, then reached out to lift the remaining box. But as soon as the box left the ground, his back sank. "Holy crap! What's in there?"

"The pot," Zhou Ye said.

"What kind of pot is so heavy?" Chen Yu asked.

"Iron pot".

Chen Yu: "..."

How could he not know it's an iron pot? Is that what he's asking about?

"Get out of the way, get out of the way." Zhou Ye couldn't stand it anymore and took the box from him. "You little brat, all you do is cause trouble!"

"I was just trying to help, wasn't I?" Chen Yu protested.

"Don't strain your back, just have the boss compensate you for a work injury." Zhou Ye laughed.

"roll!"

The group chatted and laughed, and soon they had packed up most of the items. The logistics and transportation provided by the scenic area were indeed convenient. Electric heaters, folding tables, and other heavy electrical storage devices could all be temporarily stored in the warehouse on the mountaintop.

Before opening the stall the next day, staff will deliver the remaining ingredients and kitchen waste. The remaining ingredients and kitchen waste will be transported down the mountain with the truck. Everything that needs to be registered will be registered and weighed. There is a form for everything, so there is no need to worry about anything being missing.

Su Yun looked around and felt very satisfied. An official partnership is an official partnership! Putting everything else aside, at least he won't have to carry hundreds of kilograms of stuff up the mountain like a moving company anymore.

Yes, it's worth it!

After the last table was moved, Su Yun remembered Zhou Ye next to her and said, "Take out your phone."

"Huh?" Zhou Ye looked bewildered.

"Salary." Su Yun looked down and operated the phone for a few seconds. Soon, Zhou Ye's phone rang.

[Four hundred yuan received via WeChat.]

Zhou Ye looked down at the bank transfer, paused for two seconds, and asked, "Boss, did you transfer too much?"

"Where is there more?"

"I only started working at noon," Zhou Ye said. "It's only been about half a day at most."

Why so many posts in half a day?

"We agreed on four hundred a day, so it's four hundred." Su Yun didn't think there was anything wrong with it. "Besides, you put in a lot of effort when we were rescuing the children and re-queuing up. Consider today a full day."

"Then I'll really accept it." Zhou Ye said excitedly.

"Keep it."

Zhou Ye clicked to receive payment. As for whether Su Yun could afford to pay wages, Zhou Ye had no doubt at all. The payment notification sound hadn't stopped all day. More than 200,000 people were watching the live stream. In the end, even the chairman of Taiyue Cultural Tourism personally called to ask Su Yun to continue setting up the stall for the next seven days.

If a boss like this can't even afford to pay a salary of four hundred yuan, then his old gym should have been begging on the streets long ago. What Zhou Ye really didn't expect was that Su Yun actually paid him for a whole day when he had only worked for half a day.

In the past, at the gym, being a minute late would result in a fine, canceling a class at the last minute would result in a fine, and replying to messages in the group chat too slowly would also result in a fine. In short, as long as Manager Cao wanted to, he could always find a reason to deduct money from him. Now that he has a boss who is willing to charge more, Zhou Ye is a little unaccustomed to it.

The four hundred yuan had just been deposited into the account when Su Yun handed over the paper bag beside her, saying, "Take this too."

Zhou Ye opened it and glanced inside. There were two charcoal-flavored cumin lamb shortbreads and one brown sugar walnut lava shortbread. Next to it was a box of osmanthus, ginger, and jujube millet pudding. "Boss, what's this?"

"The staff meal," Su Yun said.

"Didn't we already eat?" Zhou Ye asked, puzzled.

"That was for lunch," Su Yun said. "This is for dinner."

Goodness, Zhou Ye was truly moved. When he used to work at the gym, he would usually finish his evening classes after 10 p.m. Manager Cao would prepare meals for the employees, such as boiled chicken breast, boiled broccoli, and half an ear of corn. The reason was that as fitness instructors, they had to maintain their figures and couldn't eat random things in front of the members.

Zhou Ye ate it for four years, and now just thinking about that chicken breast flavor makes his throat feel dry!

"What's wrong?" Su Yun asked.

"It's nothing." Zhou Ye hugged the paper bag tighter, his expression very serious. "Boss, what time do we start work tomorrow?"

"Meet at the foot of the mountain before 7 o'clock."

"Okay!" Zhou Ye agreed readily. Tang Guo glanced at him and couldn't help but laugh, "So you're planning to keep doing this forever?"

"What do you mean by 'keep working'?" Zhou Ye retorted. "I'm just on trial right now."

"You don't want to do this long-term?" Tang Guo asked.

"It's not a matter of whether I want to or not." Zhou Ye glanced at Su Yun, who was checking the equipment list. "With the boss so popular right now, what kind of helper can't he find?"

"I was able to stay today because I happened to be there at the right time, and also because I'm strong enough to help maintain order. But the boss said he'd give me a three-day trial period. If he thinks I'm good enough after three days, then I'll continue. If he thinks I'm not suitable, then I have nothing to say."

Chen Yu was somewhat surprised. "I thought you were going to cling to the boss and never let go after you got four hundred yuan."

"Am I that kind of person?" Zhou Ye asked, dissatisfied.

"Yes," the two said.

"Get lost!" Zhou Ye said with a laugh, then said seriously, "Anyway, let's get the job done in these three days. The boss doesn't need more people. We need to make him feel that the four hundred yuan was well spent. As for how long we'll work after that, we'll talk about it when the boss tells us."

This is what Zhou Ye is really worried about now. He no longer doubts whether Su Yun has any business. What he is worried about is whether he can keep up with the business in other aspects besides his strength. The places where Su Yun sets up his stall are more and more outrageous. Today it is the top of Mount Tai. In the past, there were also deserted islands and morgues. Who knows where he will go in the future?

While ordinary employees only need to worry about whether they can complete their work, this guy might have to worry about whether he can even get to the workplace alive!

As the group was heading towards the cable car, Zhou Ye's phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and glanced at it; it was a message from Manager Cao.

[Return the work uniform and access card by tomorrow. The responsibility for Zhang Jie's course withdrawal hasn't been clearly explained yet, so the remaining wages will not be paid for now.]

Zhou Ye looked at it for a few seconds, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared.

"Another gym?" Chen Yu asked.

"Mm," Zhou Ye replied.

"Do you want me to send your things back for you tomorrow?" Chen Yu asked.

"No need." Zhou Ye put his phone away. "I'll return the things myself after I go down the mountain tomorrow."

I can give up my job, but I can't give up the wages I'm owed, and I certainly can't just keep taking the blame for this!

……

Meanwhile, He Family Private Kitchen.

The dust covers on several round tables were lifted again, revealing empty tables filled with yellowed old cookbooks.

Some were left by Grandpa He Sen, and a few were written by He's father when he was young.

It was all written in a jumbled mess: which guests liked sweet food, which dish needed to have its soy sauce added late, and which banquets had dietary restrictions.

He Sen sat at the table, having been flipping through pages for over an hour.

"dad."

"Um."

"Could you please stop watching the live stream?"

Mr. He looked up. "Who watched the live stream?"

"Your phone volume is so loud, I can hear it all the way from the kitchen."

"I was researching!" Mr. He said without changing his expression, tilting the screen down a little.

On his phone, Su Yun picked up a brown sugar walnut shortbread, which was the third time he had watched the replay that night.

"Have you come up with anything from your research?" He Sen asked.

"Not at the moment."

"Then why are you still watching?"

"That's why you have to keep watching if you can't figure it out yet!" Father He glared at his son.

He used to think, "It's just a pie, how much could it contain?" But after really looking into it, he realized...

The six fillings used four completely different sealing techniques, and even the thickness of the crust varied.

If he were to do it himself, it wouldn't be entirely impossible for him. The problem is that he has to make hundreds of them in a row, and each one has to be exactly the same.

He really wasn't sure what to expect.

"Don't just look at what others have to say." Mrs. He came out of the kitchen. "Didn't you say you were going to revise the menu? You haven't even decided on the first dish yet."

"What's the rush?" Mr. He retorted stubbornly. "It's only the first day."

"If you're not in a hurry, the landlord won't wait seven days for you."

Father He was speechless for a moment, and He Sen quickly pushed an old cookbook in front of his father.

"I found one."

Mr. He glanced down at the paper; at the very top were five characters: "Scallion Pancake."

The remaining steps were only half written out; the other half of the page was so oily that it was illegible.

Mr. He picked up the recipe, and his expression slowly became serious.

"This dish was sold by your grandfather before."

Why did you stop selling it later?

"Too much work."

Mr. He reached out and wiped the already blurred words.

"And the people who really know how to do it are gone."

He Sen was taken aback. "You don't know how either?"

"I don't know anything about this," Mr. He said confidently, though he was a little embarrassed. "When your grandfather was doing this, I was only a teenager."

"Back then, he would stretch noodles in the kitchen at five o'clock every morning. He would stretch each noodle to be thinner than a strand of hair, and then coil it up in circles."

"When it's fresh out of the pot, if you pick it up with chopsticks and lift it from the middle, there's a shell on the outside, and all the noodles inside can separate."

"The workers on the east side of the city who work the early shift would rather go out of their way to come here and buy two."

He Sen was even more puzzled. "Isn't business very good?"

"That's good."

"Then why didn't you learn it?"

"Back then, I thought a pancake only cost a few cents, what future could I possibly have learning this?"

After Mr. He finished speaking, he fell silent.

Later, the He family's private kitchen grew bigger and bigger, and the dishes on the table became more and more expensive. That pancake that cost only a few cents was never mentioned again.

Who would have thought that decades later, it would be another pancake costing a dozen yuan that would make them lift the dust cover off again?

"Let's finish the recipe first." Father He pushed the recipe in front of He Sen. "We'll buy some noodles tomorrow and try making a pot."

Master Su is so amazing at such a young age, I can't fall behind!

It was a little after 8 p.m.

Han Zhiyuan, the person in charge of the Youth Pastry Exchange Conference, called Qin again, "Teacher Qin, are you really planning to move tomorrow morning's exchange to the top of Mount Tai?"

"Wasn't I clear enough?"

"No, no," Han Zhiyuan quickly explained, "The venue at the hotel has already been set up, and several young people who participated in the exchange have also sent over some of their works. I'm afraid they won't be able to prepare if we suddenly change the location."

"What's there to be unprepared for?" Old Qin said, "The people just need to come over."

"And what about their works?"

"Let's leave it for now."

"Should we bring tools?"

"Need not."

"What about the flour and other ingredients?"

"No need."

Han Zhiyuan was increasingly confused. They weren't bringing their creations, tools, or ingredients. What were they supposed to discuss up there? They couldn't just stand on the top of Mount Tai and watch someone else's stall, could they?

"Teacher Qin," Han Zhiyuan asked tentatively, "Do you want them to see how that stall owner makes the pancakes?"

"Let's see first."

"Should we talk to the stall owner beforehand?"

"No need for such a big fuss," Old Qin said. "Let's just be ordinary customers for now and not interfere with their business."

"clear."

After hanging up the phone, he re-edited the group notification.

The meeting location for tomorrow morning has been temporarily changed.

Meeting point: Platform near the South Heavenly Gate of Mount Tai.

All participants are requested to arrive before 9:00 AM, wear comfortable shoes, and do not need to bring their artwork or tools.

Less than a minute after the message was sent, a row of question marks appeared in the group chat.

【? ? ? 】

[The South Heavenly Gate of Mount Tai?]

【Teacher Han, shall we go to exchange ideas on pastry making, or go hiking?】

[Is he going to check out that stall from today's live stream?]

Han Zhiyuan did not hide anything.

【Yes. 】

After that one word was sent, the group went silent. After more than ten seconds, someone sent another message.

I watched the live stream today too; that boss's business is indeed very good.

[But we're here for professional pastry exchange; what's there to discuss if we're just going to see an online celebrity's stall?]

[Was the location chosen by Teacher Qin?]

【right.】

the other side.

In the pastry room of a hotel in the city.

Jiang Haoran had just finished making the last batch of lotus flower pastries.

He took off his gloves, picked up his phone, and read through all the messages in the group chat.

The apprentice next to him leaned over for a look, and his expression also became very strange.

"Master, shall we skip the hotel tomorrow and go to Mount Tai instead?"

"Um."

"What should we do with these plates of lotus flower pastries?"

Jiang Haoran did not answer.

He has been preparing for tomorrow's exchange for more than half a month.

Last year, Mr. Qin said that his food was too rigid; it looked beautiful, but it didn't taste like his own.

That year, he changed the dough, changed the red bean paste, and readjusted the oil temperature for frying.

I just wanted Mr. Qin to see it one more time, but now I don't even need to bring the artwork anymore.

"Let's put it in the refrigerator first," Jiang Haoran said.

"Not bringing it tomorrow?"

"The notice said not to bring it."

The apprentice could only pick up the tray, and Jiang Haoran reopened the live stream replay from the daytime.

In the scene, Su Yun is standing behind the cutting board, finishing the slit of a mutton pastry.

The process was indeed very fast, and the finished product looked fine, but the video camera was too far away, making it impossible to see the specific state of the oil paste and dough.

The comments section was filled with people praising it as a divine treat, the best in the world.

Jiang Haoran frowned as he watched. These days, as long as something is associated with the word "internet celebrity," they'll exaggerate its merits to an extreme.

If it tastes good, it's like a deity descending to earth; if it tastes bad, it's just that ordinary people can't understand it.

In the end, who knows how much of it is actually genuine?

However, Qin Lao is not the type to chase trends. There must be another reason why he changed the location of the exchange at the last minute.

Jiang Haoran scrolled back a bit and watched Su Yun's closing remarks again. After watching them, he scrolled back again.

"Master, what are you looking at?" the disciple asked.

"The dough for this lamb pie seems to be a bit thicker than the chicken leg pie next to it."

"Is there?"

"have no idea."

The camera was too far away for Jiang Haoran to be sure; it might just be a matter of shooting angle.

Just as he was about to turn off the video, Su Yun picked up another piece of brown sugar pastry.

This time, the dough near the seal was noticeably layered with an extra layer compared to the rest.

Jiang Haoran stopped. Could it be that the six fillings weren't made with the same type of dough? But was it really necessary to go through all this trouble for a mobile stall that only cost a dozen yuan?

"Could it just be a coincidence?" the apprentice asked.

"It's possible," Jiang Haoran said, but his hand didn't turn off the video.

He found the previous clip of the beef patties coming out of the oven. The beef filling was juicier, the crust was obviously pressed wider, and the edges weren't sealed as thickly as those of the brown sugar patties.

If one is a coincidence, then several in a row can't all be coincidences, right?

Just then, someone else sent a message in the group.

I asked the association, and the owner hasn't participated in any pastry competitions before, so he's probably not a professional pastry chef.

Someone replied very quickly.

What did Teacher Qin want us to do there? Help them modify the formula?

[Maybe they just want us to find fault.]

Jiang Haoran hesitated for a moment. He originally wanted to say that someone who could adjust six different fillings separately should not need their help to modify the recipe.

But he deleted everything halfway through the conversation. After all, a video is just a video. Whether he saw it wrong or not, he'll know when he gets to the top of the mountain tomorrow.