mtl008 Chapter 329 You look familiar.
Chapter 329 You look familiar.
Suddenly, the kitchen curtain of Ruyiju Restaurant was lifted, and a waiter cautiously peeked out, holding a freshly brewed spiced tea.
The teapot was filled with the aroma of cinnamon, pepper, and cassia, all made with the finest spices.
"Sir, your tea is here—"
The servant was stunned halfway through his sentence.
The lobby was empty, with cups and plates scattered on the tables, but not a soul in sight.
Only a few half-eaten skewers lay forlornly on the plate.
"Huh? Where did everyone go...?"
He muttered something unconsciously.
"Snapped!"
Suddenly, he was hit on the back of the head with an abacus, and the pain almost made the servant drop the teapot.
Seeing this, the other four servants rushed to clear the table.
Are you blind?
Hong Gang, his face covered in sweat and veins bulging on his neck, said, "Everyone's already run away, what's the point of asking? Are you trying to embarrass me?"
The servant boy shrank back, looking at the teapot in his hand, unsure of what to do.
"Boss, what should we do with this spiced tea?"
Hong Gang glared at him: "What are we going to do? I'll drink it!"
These spices are all imported goods. Although they are not too expensive in coastal areas, the spices used to make a pot of spiced tea may cost the equivalent of half a month's worth of meals for an ordinary family.
He really went all out this time, but unfortunately, even the expensive spiced tea couldn't keep his customers.
The servant hunched his shoulders and placed the teapot on the counter.
Before anyone could react, Hong Gang suddenly grabbed a handful of iron skewers and slammed them against the doorway: "Fatty Wang! What kind of rubbish did you grill?! You've driven everyone away with the smell!"
The cook, Fatty Wang, was squatting by the charcoal stove, constantly talking to Xu Anyang in a fawning manner. Upon hearing this, he suddenly stood up.
"Boss, that's not fair! As for skills, mine are just as good! The fact that your business hasn't taken off just means you've run out of luck."
Fatty Wang scoffed, saying that when he heard a customer say the ingredients weren't fresh, he immediately went to the ice cellar to check.
If they can't even afford to buy ice from the ice cellar, what kind of business can they possibly run?
They might as well close down as soon as possible.
"Fuck your mother's fart!"
Hong Gang walked out and kicked over the spice rack: "The charcoal fire next door smells amazing from miles away, but even a dog wouldn't want to eat these skewers you've made!"
Inside the restaurant, several waiters secretly glanced outside. A long queue quickly formed at the entrance of the neighboring Wufu Restaurant, and the crisp shouts of Sihai could be faintly heard.
"How come I spent so much money to hire such a useless piece of trash like you?"
As Hong Gang spoke, he kept chewing on cinnamon, his mouth turning bitter, and his heart felt even more bitter.
Old Lu, who had been furious, spoke with a smile.
"Mr. Hong, getting anxious won't help! Some things can't be forced. You might as well calm down..."
Old Lu paused for a moment, then looked Hong Gang up and down.
You'll find it's still useless!
Old Lu burst out laughing.
Fatty Wang reached out and untied the apron tied around his waist, throwing it at Hong Gang's feet.
"Go do whatever you want! I'm not working for you anymore."
Fatty Wang was furious; he couldn't take his boss's constant cursing anymore.
Hong Gang clutched his chest and staggered back to sit down in a chair.
The servants whispered among themselves that Fatty Wang was the only one in the restaurant who dared to go against the owner.
If he leaves, won't they get scolded even more severely?
Thinking this, their faces paled.
Unlike Fatty Wang, who was hired, they were bought back by the government through a contract of indenture.
If Hong Gang hadn't sold them off, they probably would have had to follow him for the rest of their lives.
This further shattered their spirits.
……
"Young man, are you hiring a cook? Do you think I'm cut out for this? I've been a cook for decades, and my cooking skills are pretty good."
Fatty Wang turned to continue talking to Xu Anyang. He had heard that Wufu Restaurant only had one cook, which would definitely not be enough when things got busy. Er'er stood aside and glanced at him.
"Whether or not we hire a cook, you'll have to ask my older sister. It's not up to us two to decide."
Hearing the little girl's words, and seeing Xu Anyang nod.
Without hesitation, Fatty Wang headed straight for Wufu Restaurant.
"Hey! What are you doing? My family has plenty of cooks, go back to your Ruyi Residence..."
Old Lu was initially enjoying watching Hong Gang make a fool of himself, but upon seeing Fatty Wang's actions, he immediately became displeased.
They hurriedly went inside, fearing that Xu Yiyi would hire the person directly.
As the two disappeared from Hong Gang's sight, he finally fainted from anger.
The moon hung high in the sky, its hazy light casting a long shadow of the Red Shark headquarters mast.
Xu Yong, with his pipe in his hand and his hands behind his back, strolled slowly across the training ground from the village.
Unlike before, the training ground here is more than three times larger.
Of course, there were also more people.
Compared to the current Red Shark Gang, the old Red Shark Gang is like a small-time operation.
After he passed by, several young gang members stole glances at the withered old man, wondering why their leader was so respectful to him.
"He doesn't look like anyone important."
The person behind him was taken aback.
"It seems...that's indeed the case."
Xu Yong seemed oblivious and continued strolling into the woods.
Suddenly, his cloudy eyes narrowed. A masked man was sneaking around behind a pile of goods, and his figure was seven or eight parts similar to one of the two people who had come to pick him up during the day.
During the day, the man's head was covered, only his eyes were visible, and he didn't say a word.
He felt something was strange, but couldn't figure out why.
"Brother."
Xu Yong had somehow appeared in front of the man, squinting his eyes: "You look familiar."
Xie Yushu broke out in a cold sweat when he saw the old man standing in front of him.