Poor rich beat the world with system

Liu Yang sized up the young man in front of him, whose eyes, filled with "I'm easy to deceive," sparkled with anticipation.

"Boss, I know you might think that as a graduate from Lanxiang Technical School, I should go to big hotels..." The young man rubbed his hands, hesitating to continue.

"Big hotels?" Liu Yang couldn't help but laugh, "Aren't those places asking for tens of thousands in 'training fees' now?"

"You're right!" The young man sighed, "My classmates who are wealthy have paid 50,000 and are already apprentices at Fumanlou.

Us poor students, even if we have good grades, it's still..."

"So you came to try out at my small shop?"

"Don't look down on this small shop," the young man's eyes lit up, "I specifically came to taste your twice-cooked pork and sweet and sour pork ribs today.

That taste, it's amazing! Even more authentic than what we learned at school."

Liu Yang almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Alright, you can start work tomorrow," he nodded,

"Start by waiting tables and greeting guests. Once you get used to the rhythm of the shop, I'll slowly teach you how to cook."

"Really?!" The young man was so excited he almost jumped,

"My name is Li Xiaofu, don't worry, I will work hard! I also have experience waiting tables, I worked in the school cafeteria for two years..."

"Wait," Liu Yang suddenly asked, "You said your name is Li Xiaofu?"

"Yes," the young man scratched his head, "My dad said this name is easy to raise..."

"Alright, come to the shop at nine tomorrow morning," Liu Yang smiled,

"I'll teach you how to deal with those picky customers."

Watching Li Xiaofu leave with joy, Liu Yang shook his head and laughed.

Although this kid seemed simple, he was at least much better than his own self who couldn't even distinguish spices at the beginning.

The next morning, Liu Yang yawned as he came to open the shop and almost thought he was still dreaming - Li Xiaofu stood at the shop door like a door god.

"Boss... good morning!" Xiao Li rubbed his red hands and said.

"Is this..." Liu Yang looked at his phone, it was just after six, "How long have you been standing here?"

"Not long, just over an hour..."

Liu Yang almost choked on his own saliva.

This kid must have treated his shop entrance like the Spring Festival travel rush at the train station, right?

Was he that afraid of not getting a spot?

"Didn't I say to open at ten and have you come at nine?"

"I... I wanted to come early to familiarize myself with the environment." Xiao Li smiled foolishly, like a primary school student waiting for praise.

Liu Yang shook his head and let him in to tidy up the kitchen. Since he was idle anyway, it was good to give the kid something to do.

But when he pushed open the kitchen door at half past nine, he almost thought he had walked into the wrong place -

Where was his greasy kitchen that could support cockroaches dancing the square dance?

The floor was wiped as clean as a mirror, even the spiders in the corner were embarrassed to weave webs here.

The seasoning pots were neatly arranged, like soldiers waiting for inspection, even the range hood was polished to a shine.

"This..." Liu Yang looked around the transformed kitchen in shock,

"Where did you learn the cleaning spell from?"

"I worked in the school cafeteria for two years, from washing dishes to assisting in the kitchen, I've done everything..."

Xiao Li scratched his head embarrassedly,

Liu Yang suddenly felt like he had found a treasure.

This kid was not only diligent but also seriously committed.

These days, young people who are willing to work so hard are rare to see.

"Alright, Xiao Li," he patted the young man's shoulder.

For this level of dedication, Liu Yang decided to train this young man well.

After all, those "dark cuisine" secrets given by the system, someone had to inherit them, right?

Since Xiao Li came, Liu Yang finally didn't have to spin like a top constantly.

Xiao Li was meticulous and diligent, even serving dishes as if he were walking on a tightrope, his seriousness moved the customers.

On Thursday night, after closing, Liu Yang counted today's turnover and almost thought he had made a mistake -

The number was twice as much as yesterday!

He suddenly felt it was time for a major overhaul.

"Xiao Li," he put away the account book, "we will take a break tomorrow."

"Ah?" Xiao Li looked confused, "Business is so good, why take a break?"

Liu Yang smiled mysteriously: "Don't you think these tables and chairs should retire?"

As he spoke, the outside suddenly became noisy and lively, what was going on outside late at night?

He looked out the window and saw that the big tent had started to be built on the open ground opposite.

The workers were busily working.

"I heard during the day that Old Lady Li Sheng is going to have her 90th birthday," Xiao Li wiped the table and lowered his voice,

"I just heard the neighbors discussing that they invited a chef from the Island Country!"

Indeed.

Liu Yang watched the neighbors gathered around the tent, pointing and discussing, as if watching some kind of novelty.

"That's a top graduate from Lanxiang Technical School!" Aunt Wang's voice could be heard from far away, "Now working as a chef in the Island Country, that's real skill!"

"You're right," Aunt Zhang chimed in,

"I heard a dish costs several thousand Island dollars! This time we can see his skills."

"Much better than other self-taught chefs," Aunt Liu's voice drifted over, full of superiority,

"Some people think they are Michelin chefs just because they can boil noodles..."

Liu Yang was amused. If the system heard this, it would probably be so angry that it would go on strike immediately.

But he was indeed curious about the unseen "Island Country chef" -

After all, those who graduate from Lanxiang Technical School can't be too bad, right?

"Boss," Xiao Li suddenly asked, "Do you think that chef is really that amazing?"

Liu Yang looked at Xiao Li's hesitant expression and knew what the kid was thinking.

As a graduate of Lanxiang Technical School, now working as a waiter in a small shop, the gap was indeed significant.

"Don't worry," he patted Xiao Li's shoulder, "We'll see."