Chapter 109: My beloved son who is over years old
As soon as Wang Jianye thought of accepting a disciple, he suddenly felt that the world was wide open.

"Yes, Chen Xiaoyang alone can bring me so much experience points. What if I take in a few more apprentices? Wouldn't I be able to get even more experience points then?"

Wang Jianye was excited just thinking about it.

Yesterday, he could only gain 50 experience points by himself.

But after adding what Chen Xiaoyang provided him, he gained a total of 75 experience points yesterday.

In other words, his apprentice Chen Xiaoyang provided him with twenty-five experience points yesterday.

If he could take in four or five apprentices, wouldn't that mean that just through the hard work of his apprentices, he could gain a hundred experience points every day?
It's much faster than just relying on himself to cook to gain experience points.

Wang Jianye was moved.

But we also have to consider the actual situation.

As the second kitchen master, he could take in one or two apprentices in Fengze Garden and no one could say anything.

But if he wanted to take in five or six apprentices, he would have to ask Fengzeyuan for his opinion.

After all, Fengzeyuan wants to give these apprentices apprenticeship status and pay them wages.

If there are too many, Fengzeyuan might have some objections.

Wang Jianye thought about it carefully. If he accepted an apprentice, would it be okay if he didn't bring him to the kitchen of Fengze Garden?
For example, if he accepted an apprentice in a siheyuan, he would only teach and pass on his skills to the apprentice in the siheyuan and let the apprentice practice in the siheyuan.

In this way, there is no need to bring the apprentice to Fengze Garden. Fengze Garden will definitely not have any objections.

"I've spread the word in the academy these past two days that I want to accept apprentices in the academy, but I can only teach cooking in the academy and cannot bring it to Fengze Garden. There will be no salary. If there is anyone willing, I will examine them and accept those who meet my requirements as apprentices."

Wang Jianye thought about it and felt that this was feasible.

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At the same time, on the other side of the kitchen.

Bai Nan, the chef who cooks white pastry, found Zhou Qingde, the head chef of Fengzeyuan.

"Master Zhou, I need to ask for leave from you."

Bai Nan came to Zhou Qingde who was resting and spoke in a pleading tone.

Zhou Qingde put down the enamel pot in his hand and asked, "What's the matter?"

"My hometown is going to move its graves soon. As the eldest grandson, it would be inappropriate for me not to go back."

"You're from Heilongjiang, right?"

Zhou Qingde asked.

Bai Nan nodded, "Yes, Master Zhou, it's right there."

Zhou Qingde asked again: "How many days do you plan to stay?"

Bai Nan approached, and it was a little difficult to speak, "Master Zhou, it will take me two days to go back and forth, plus there are various things to do with the relocation of the grave, so it will take quite a long time, so... I would like to ask you for half a month's leave."

"Half a month?! You are our pastry chef. Without you, how can Fengzeyuan still sell noodles?"

Zhou Qingde frowned when he heard this.

Bai Nan, a pastry chef, is very important in the kitchen. Although there are several other pastry chefs, their skills are not as good as Bai Nan's.

With his excellent craftsmanship, Bai Nan plays an irreplaceable role in Fengze Garden.

So when Zhou Qingde heard that Bai Nan was going to take a half-month leave, he felt that it was too long. During this period of time, which of our pastry chefs can replace you? Should we add those pasta dishes to the menu for customers?
Zhou Qingde is the head chef in the kitchen, and he is the one who takes care of all these things.

"Master Zhou, please give me some leave. I have to go back to my hometown to relocate the graves. Otherwise, I will definitely be stabbed in the back and how will I live my life in the future?"

Bai Nan pleaded, but Zhou Qingde could not be persuaded.

Bai Nan then said it another way, "Master Zhou, the things we have to do on the white counter are actually nothing. It's just about making dough. I saved the yeast and told the second chef about all these things before I left. The second chef and the others can do it."

Zhou Qingde hesitated for a moment and said, "I can give you leave, but not for half a month, one week."

"I have a long way to go. A week is a bit tight. How about... ten days?"

Bai Nan bargained and asked tentatively, "It's said that I need ten days, but don't worry, I will hurry up and do everything that needs to be done by me, the eldest descendant, after I go back. I will rush back as soon as possible. What do you think?"

"Okay, ten days then."

Zhou Qingde agreed.

Bai Nan was immediately delighted, "Thank you, Master Zhou."

Zhou Qingde picked up the teacup and took a sip. Seeing that Bai Nan had not left yet, he asked curiously, "Do you have anything else to do?"

"Yes, there is something. Master Zhou, you need to help me. I don't trust anyone else."

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Zhou Qingde asked.

Bai Nan looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to this place, so he whispered: "Master Zhou, you have to help take care of my son."

Hearing this, Zhou Qingde frowned, "I have to go to work every day, leaving early and returning late. I don't even have time to accompany my own daughter. You want me to take care of your son? Go away, I don't have time."

"It's different, Master Zhou. My son is so precious."

"What's wrong with my daughter? Isn't she precious?"

Zhou Qingde looked at him dissatisfiedly, "How old is your son?"

Bai Nan smiled mysteriously, "My son is over a hundred years old. Isn't he precious enough?"

Zhou Qingde thought Bai Nan was teasing him, so he started to chase him away.

At this time, Bai Nan took out a cloth bag from his bosom and opened it layer by layer in front of Zhou Qingde, "Master Zhou, take a look."

There is a dough in the cloth bag, which emits a faint sour smell.

Bai Nan explained: "This is the old yeast left by my grandfather's grandfather. It was grown by fermenting fruit. It is now more than a hundred years old. Master Zhou, I will give it to you for safekeeping. You just need to water it with warm water twice a day and it will be alive."

Although Zhou Qingde was a chef of red cases, he also knew the importance of yeast for white cases. "More than a hundred years old? That's not easy. Why didn't you take such an important thing back home?"

"It's too cold in Heilongjiang, so yeast doesn't grow well. Only here can it grow well."

After Bai Nan finished explaining, he reminded: "Master Zhou, you must remember to use warm water twice a day. Don't just use hot or cold water."

Zhou Qingde nodded, "Okay then, I'll keep it for you, and when you come back, I'll return it intact."

Zhou Qingde wanted to take it.

But Bai Nan held the old yeast and shrank back, "By the way, Master Zhou, you must not throw it away. If you throw it away, I won't be able to make good pasta, and I won't be able to do this job."

Zhou Qingde took it solemnly.

Bai Nan repeatedly told him to take good care of the old yeast.

Then Zhou Qingde must keep a close eye on him and make sure there are no mistakes.

After these ten days, when Bai Nan comes back, he will return it intact to Zhao.

Zhou Qingde put it away carefully, determined to keep it well.

If something unexpected happened, he wouldn't be able to explain to Bai Nan.

(End of this chapter)