Chapter 792

Nanluoguxiang

The sound of firecrackers rang out again.

Yan Fugui, the old man, personally served as the accountant.

How could such an important matter as collecting gifts be entrusted to others.

Every account, every cent, every person's name must not be wrong.

This is not only related to money but also to future human feelings.

Not a single bit could go wrong in the Yan family.

The Yan family and the neighbors of the Sihe Academy all got busy.

Men moved tables, women took bowls and chopsticks.

Shazhu was busy preparing ingredients with Ma Hua and Fatty.

But looking at these ingredients, Shazhu's face was ugly again.

Is this Yan Fugui trying to smash his rice bowl?

With just this little bit of stuff, he wants to make eight cold and eight hot dishes?

Even an international joke wouldn't work!

Shazhu angrily found Yan Fugui:

"Third master! I can't do this job for your family."

"The vegetables you bought are barely enough to make three dishes for one table!"

"You still want me to make eight cold and eight hot, sixteen dishes?"

"I'm not the Monkey King, I can't conjure them up!"

Yan Fugui hurriedly pulled Shazhu away:

"What are you shouting about, what are you shouting about!"

"If there's a problem, solve the problem!"

"If there's no way, think of a way!"

"Do you think money is so easy to earn!"

"Shazhu, let me tell you!"

"You begged me to give you this job yourself."

"Are you dropping the ball at the last minute?"

"Then don't blame me for shouting about your style everywhere!"

"Let's see which family dares to ask you to cook a banquet then."

Shazhu was dumbfounded when he heard this, his lips trembling with anger.

Damn it!

He boarded a pirate ship!

Shazhu was full of grievances: "Third master!"

"You're bullying an honest person!"

"The vegetables you gave me really can't make eight cold and eight hot!"

"How about this, I'll grit my teeth and make you two cold and two hot, is that okay?"

Yan Fugui shook his head immediately: "That won't do!"

"Two cold and two hot, four dishes, the number four is unlucky!"

Shazhu resisted the urge to flip the table and said through gritted teeth:

"Three cold and three hot, six dishes, the number six is not bad, right."

Yan Fugui shook his head again: "No, six sounds like 'slip'!"

"My family just slipped a daughter-in-law."

"This daughter-in-law can't slip again."

Shazhu bargained through gritted teeth: "Third master, you're ruthless!"

"Four cold and four hot, eight dishes, eight sounds like 'prosper'!"

"This number is lucky, right! I'll make you eight dishes!"

"If you shake your head again this time, I'll leave immediately!"

"If we lose face, we lose face together!"

Yan Fugui laughed: "It would have been fine if you said that earlier!"

"I knew you, Zhuzi, had a way."

"Hurry up and get busy, you must bring out your housekeeping skills."

"Third master will reward you heavily afterward!"

This made Shazhu's face red and neck thick with anger.

Returning to the stove, he kept getting angry.

Yan Fugui returned to his post with a smile.

Greeting guests with joy.

Every family attending the wedding banquet must pay a gift.

Generally, neighbors mostly pay three or five mao.

Relatives and friends often pay one or two yuan.

And the neighbors in the Sihe Academy mostly pay three mao.

Then the whole family comes to eat.

Almost everyone can eat back their cost.

So everyone is looking forward to eating at the banquet.

That way they can have a full meal and improve their food.

But who is Yan Fugui?

That is a notoriously calculating person.