Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

Steel rolling mill, director's office.

"Hey, yes, yes, okay."

"Okay, don't worry, Lao Yan, we have been comrades for so many years. How can I not understand such a small thing?"

"Okay, then it's settled. This weekend, no problem."

Director Yang hung up the phone.

He sighed, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it for himself.

"Uncle, what's going on?" A young man next to him who looked 30% similar to Director Yang asked curiously.

"I call you by your job title when I'm working." Director Yang gave him an unpleasant look.

"Hey, okay, Director, what's up?"

"What else could it be? It's all about food. I have an old comrade in the department, he is the secretary of the big leader who came here yesterday. He told me that the big leader has a little problem with the climate here, it's not serious, but he just can't eat. His health is getting worse day by day..."

"But didn't you have a good meal when you came to our place yesterday?"

He would not forget what happened yesterday. He was still sighing that he was worthy of being a leader and ate more than ordinary people.

"That's right. The chef in our factory is very skilled. Secretary Yan's idea is to have the chef go to the leader's house to cook. It doesn't have to be often. Just one visit a week will be enough. If it's more often, I guess the leader won't agree."

"This is a good thing."

"It's a good thing, but the person they like is Master Cao from the third canteen." Director Yang sighed, "Master Cao, he's Li Huaide's man. What do you think? If he does something bad..."

He didn't say anything else, but the meaning of his words was very clear.

"I think we should just let him go."

"Why?" Director Yang took a deep breath and frowned.

"Uncle... No, Director, think about it, even if he has the guts, he is just a cook, how dare he say bad things about you. Even if he did, would the boss believe him? I guess the boss is thinking, you know that this cook doesn't get along with you, but you still let him go. In the boss's mind, your status has improved, right?"

"Besides, you are the one who brought him along. If that doesn't work out, you can find a smarter projectionist to go with you to show the movies. He's just a cook, so he can't cause any trouble."

Director Yang was silent, tapped his fingers lightly on the table, and nodded: "That's right, I originally thought that I should let Sha Zhu from the Fifth Canteen go, after all, his cooking skills are not bad. Now it seems that it's okay to let Master Cao go."

"Please don't do that. Judging from what the leader said the other day, he is also a foodie. How can he not taste it if the taste is not right?"

"That's true, kid, your studies were not in vain."

"Hehe, that's all thanks to your good teaching, uncle."

"Hahahaha, I, your uncle, can't teach you these things. Well, you go and handle this matter."

The kitchen of the third canteen.

"Master, Master." Zhao Boxue pushed Cao Wei, who was covering his face with a book.

"What's wrong?" Cao Wei opened his eyes reluctantly, came back to his senses, and realized that it was time to cook: "Okay, here I come."

"Master Cao, what did you do last night? Why are you so tired?" Liu Lan came over.

"Hey, don't mention it." Cao Wei waved his hand. "It rained heavily last night. My house is leaking. I didn't sleep much all night. I was busy messing with the house. Tell me, it doesn't leak normally, but it leaks worse after this mess. Who can I complain to? Today, I have to go to the street office to ask for help to fix it."

"It's time to repair it. Last night, it was like hail, so heavy." Liu Lan felt the same way.

Cao Wei did not respond, but turned to look at Zhao Boxue: "Today you will also learn how to cook big pot dishes."

"Really?" Zhao Boxue's eyes lit up. Cooking was his dream. He had heard that in a normal restaurant, one couldn't even cook without a few years of practice. Could he really be a genius?

"Cooking a big pot of rice here doesn't mean you're qualified. It's just to let you feel the heat. Don't take it too seriously. By the way, you still have to cut the meat."

"No, Master, I'm cutting vegetables and going to the stove?" Zhao Boxue was stunned.

"Ah, what else can we do? We are just getting started. Why can't we do it?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I can do it. What about my junior brother?"

"Let's wait until he understands it." Cao Wei shook his head. Compared with Zhao Boxue, Yu Zhuangzhuang's level is still a little lower.

"Oh."

It is no exaggeration to say that the kitchen is bustling with activity during this season.

After lunch, I was just about to take a good rest when Wei Wei came over.

After this explanation, Cao Wei was speechless.

How come it falls on his shoulders to cook for the leader? Moreover, the time has been advanced for some time, right?

But he didn't refuse, which is a good thing.

After agreeing to it, Li Huaide did not come to him to ask him to say something good or anything like that.

From this point we can see the gap between Director Yang and Li Huaide.

Director Yang was afraid that Cao Wei would say bad things about him.

Li Huaide had no intention of influencing anything through Cao Wei.

The former didn't understand, but the latter clearly understood that a cook didn't represent anything. Unless the big shot was stupid. But in this era, there was almost no such thing as stupidity in high positions. Secretary Yan was right. The big boss had to deal with documents until late at night every day. If he didn't eat well and his body collapsed, trouble would follow.

"Old Cao?" Xu Damao was waiting at the factory gate, but instead of the factory director, Cao Wei came: "It's not time to get off work yet, why are you out? Don't be like that guy Sha Zhu..."

Cao Wei: ...

You are worthy of being like this, Xu Damao. Before you say these three sentences, you can't leave Sha Zhu or something. I think it's more suitable for you two to live together.

"Brother Damao, didn't you just come back today? Why haven't you gone home yet?"

When Xu Damao heard this, he immediately raised his eyebrows in a proud manner: "Hey, you don't know." As he spoke, he lowered his voice a bit, sounding mysterious: "I'll be going to the boss's house in a while. It was the factory director who took me there. Let me tell you..."

Before he could finish his words, a jeep drove over.

"Master Cao, Xu Damao, hurry up and get in the car."

Xu Damao looked at Cao Wei in astonishment: "No, you are going too?"

"Yeah." Cao Wei nodded: "I'm just going to cook, but I can't compare to you, Brother Damao."

"Hold it tight." Director Yang frowned and urged again.

"Come, let me lend a hand." Cao Wei helped Xu Damao move the projection equipment up. It must be said that this thing was quite heavy.