Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 283 New Food in Kyoto

Chapter 283: Chapter 283 New Food in Kyoto

In addition to the three other job applicants, there were now four more people in Sanwei Ju. All four performed well in their tests, but when it came to job allocation, Nanzhi and Shen Miaomiao were somewhat at a loss.

Shen Yuntian was a farmer at heart and highly efficient in his work, but his present appearance and grating voice were drawbacks.

As a waiter, he would inevitably interact with customers, both serving and taking their orders. His current appearance, however, may frighten the patrons away.

"Sister Nanzhi, about this..." Shen Miaomiao hesitated. She naturally wanted to lend Shen Yuntian a helping hand, but he wasn’t really suited for a waiter’s role now.

The only other available positions were handyman jobs in the kitchen.

"No rush, let me enquire first." Nanzhi shook her head and left them sitting in the corner of the main hall, heading for the kitchen.

An Wazi and Lin Xiaoquan were currently roasting skewers. Both boys were willing to brave hard work, but they were still young and there was fear of them overworking and harming their health.

"Owner?" An Wazi wiped the sweat from his forehead and shouted a little shyly at Nanzhi when she appeared.

"Owner!" Lin Xiaoquan had just finished working and was drinking water to one side. He looked somewhat flustered on seeing Nanzhi, afraid that she might misconstrue his break as slacking on the job.

"An Wazi, Xiaoquan, how are you two managing? Is it too much?" Nanzhi’s eyes were gentle. After all, they were just adolescents. Every day the restaurant sold skewers worth over a tael of silver, just managed by them two. It must be taxing.

"We’re okay, owner." Lin Xiaoquan was a bit anxious, worried that Nanzhi would let him go, and quickly shook his head.

To be honest, he was quite tired. Many customers visited Sanwei Ju to experience the wondrous Western Region spices.

The cheapest items, naturally, were the one-wen roast skewers, so their workload was great every day.

Still, even though it was demanding, he didn’t want to lose his job.

With board and bonuses provided, and the restaurant’s staff being very amicable, plus the fact that every meal included two meat dishes, he thought that it would be hard to find another job this good.

An Wazi looked at Lin Xiaoquan with surprise. Hadn’t Xiaoquan complained about severe arm ache just the previous night?

"Don’t worry, I plan to hire another person. That way, you three can take turns at work and it’ll be much easier."

Nanzhi approximated the reason behind Lin Xiaoquan’s anxiety and explained gently.

After talking with the two young boys, Nanzhi returned to the main hall to speak to Shen Yuntian.

"Yun Tian, I’m thinking of assigning you work in the kitchen. What do you think?"

Hearing her words, Shen Yuntian’s eyes flickered a bit, showing a trace of disappointment. He only hummed softly in agreement.

His present appearance really didn’t suit a waiter’s job.

"Then you’ll join An Wazi and Xiaoquan in roasting skewers. I’ll ask them to pay extra attention and teach you."

Shen Yuntian hadn’t anticipated her assigning him to roast skewers. This job seemed to be vital to the restaurant’s success, excessively so. After all, he was a simple man who didn’t know much - he assumed Nanzhi would assign him duties as a menial kitchen worker.

"Are you unwilling?"

"No, absolutely not. I am willing."

With Shen Yuntian’s job decision settled, the other three recruits were also soon employed.

...

Kyoto.

Shen Wenchen sat in his residence, somewhat irritable.

He had arrived in Kyoto yesterday and initially planned to take a couple of days rest after delivering the prisoners. But for some reason, he was feeling uncomfortable, as if there was a lump in his chest.

"Big Brother Shen." On his return from the training field, observing Shen Wenchen’s irritation, Twelve laughed.

"Just got back? What did General Song say?" On seeing Twelve’s return, Shen Wenchen quickly got up to greet him, as if he was about to kick him.

"Big Brother Shen! What’s the matter?" Springing agilely to one side to avoid being kicked, Twelve quickly questioned him.

"Did General Song say anything? I need to hurry back." Shen Wenchen had rushed day and night to get to Kyoto, worried that there might be some unexpected mishap along the way. He had hoped to rest briefly after arriving in Kyoto before rushing back to Yan City.

"What’s the rush? General Song left for the palace early this morning and hasn’t come back yet." Twelve scratched his head, not understanding his urgency. After rushing the whole way, instead of resting, Shen Wenchen seemed in a big hurry to get back.

Although Yan City was affluent, it couldn’t compete with Kyoto. If asked, he believed that Shen Wenchen would surely receive a reward for his recent work and when he was about to receive it, they could go and check out the shops.

"Why are you even back here?" Seeing that Twelve was clueless, Shen Wenchen looked at him with some disdain.

"Isn’t this my residence? Why wouldn’t I come back?" Twelve widened his eyes, full of disbelief.

What? Was he required to forward a note of his arrival to his own home now?

"Alright, alright." Char larger issue on Shen Wenchen’s mind had led to his irritation. As he turned around to go back to his room, something suddenly seemed to strike him.

"Twelve, do you know anything about the origin of sweet potatoes and potatoes?" These two crops had never existed in his previous life.

Was it possible that besides his wife and Su Tao, there was a third transmigrator in this world?

"As for that..." Twelve hadn’t anticipated that he would ask about this. After pondering for a long time, he shook his head.

"I’m not sure about that. Besides, not many people in Kyoto discuss these things."

On his off days, he was either away on a mission or in the training field practicing with the soldiers.

He wasn’t bragging, but he was almost on an equal footing with Shen Wenchen as far as martial arts were concerned!

Although Shen Wenchen had only started learning martial arts five years ago when he joined the army, his talent was outstanding. Despite training with his father since he was a child, Twelve was no match for him.

Thinking about this, Twelve grimaced slightly, feeling a bit displeased.

Why was Shen Wenchen so extraordinarily talented? Despite years of arduous martial arts training, he was only just about evenly matched with him.

"I see." Shen Wenchen’s brows furrowed deeply, his eyes filled with worry.

His present life, his past life, and even the story in the novel, are all different from each other. Too many things had changed, and he was becoming apprehensive as he wondered what kind of challenges he might face.

Observing his furrowed brow, Twelve curiously asked, "Big Brother Shen, why are you asking all of a sudden?"

"These potatoes and sweet potatoes have saved countless lives since they appeared three years ago. Therefore, I am curious about their origins. If the person responsible for them has other abilities, it could greatly benefit the Commonwealth." Shen Wenchen was sincere in his explanation. He was indeed worried the person might be a transmigrator, but it was also true that these two crops had saved thousands of lives.

"Big Brother Shen sure does think of everything. Let me have someone make inquiries. As soon as I have any news, I’ll let you know." After speaking, as if all of a sudden remembering something, Twelve got excited and exclaimed, "I almost forgot! Eleven had mentioned to me earlier that he wanted to throw you a welcome party. He has already booked a place outside and asked me to inform you as soon as possible."

"No need to trouble him for that." Shen Wenchen was about to decline when he heard Twelve continue.

"Why would Big Brother Shen reject such an idea? A new restaurant has just opened in Kyoto, offering some unique foods. I haven’t had a chance to try them, so why don’t we go together and check it out?"

Shen Wenchen felt a sudden jolt of unease in his heart: "Unique cuisines?"

"I believe they called it... ah, hot pot!"