Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

However, the person being spied on obviously did not have any ulterior motives towards Cao Wei.

"Director Li is a capable person. As soon as he came in, he solved many problems for the factory. However, I heard that he had a fight with Director Yang. I heard that Master Sun's retirement was also related to this. I also heard that under Director Li, Canteens 1, 2 and 3 all listen to him, while Canteens 4 and 5 listen to Director Yang."

After listening to Master Li's talk.

Cao Wei refined two words:

"I heard from others", "We".

Master Li emphasized the word "we", as if he was expressing his loyalty.

"It doesn't seem like it. Director Li also took people to the Fifth Canteen for dinner."

"You don't know this, right? It's because our three canteens have no pillar. After Master Sun left, Director Li wants to borrow the fifth canteen, but it all depends on Director Yang's mood." Master Li raised his eyebrows and revealed the inside story.

Just listen to this, anyone who believes it is a fool.

Cao Wei calmly took a sip of tea, then "Puh" twice, put down the enamel cup, stood up, and turned his wrist: "Almost done, get to work."

"Hey, Master Cao, your skills are very good. Can you give us some guidance?" Master Li asked flatteringly.

"Guidance? There's nothing much to guide about a big pot dish. I guess it's not as good as the one you two cook."

"That's just nonsense."

"As for the truth, you have all seen the spicy and sour potato shreds. The seasoning is adjusted according to the proportions. If you think I do a good job, you can watch me do it. I won't stop you." After Cao Wei finished speaking, he stretched and walked to the stove. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This pot was really big. He had been to the countryside to host weddings and funerals in his later years.

The pot at that kind of banquet was already quite big, and he could barely move it.

The pot in front of him was probably only shaken by a monster. He was right. In a sense, cooking with this thing was like shoveling sand with a shovel. It was completely different from normal cooking.

The knife skills and heat control that Chinese people pay attention to when cooking can actually be seen as one thing, that is, temperature, which is how cooked the food should be.

If you have good knife skills and can cut the vegetables evenly, you can better ensure that they are heated evenly when you stir-fry them. Why do most Chinese recipes use inaccurate words such as "a little", "some", and "a lot"? The main reason is that different heats require different seasonings, and the specific level of success depends entirely on your personal level.

As for big pot dishes, those are dishes for which the heat cannot be controlled and must be cooked through. Safety is the first priority of big pot dishes. As for the taste, to be honest, Cao Wei doesn’t think there will be much difference.

"Qin Huairu, put it down." Yi Zhonghai sighed and looked at the work in Qin Huairu's hand: "Do it in the afternoon."

Qin Huairu put down the work in her hand in a daze, lowered her head, bit her lower lip, and dared not look at the expression of the worker next to her. She had been in the factory for a while, but her level had not improved at all, which made her feel a little anxious. Her current salary is 18.5 yuan. Because of her husband, the factory gave her an extra subsidy of 10 yuan. It was barely enough to make ends meet, but this subsidy was not always available.

"Okay, don't think too much." The old man consoled him, "Maybe you're tired this morning and didn't sleep well. Let's go and have dinner. Let's go to the third canteen today to show our support for the new chef Cao."

Hearing the old man say this, Qin Huairu came back to her senses. Yes, the handsome and strong man yesterday seemed to be the cook.

"Uncle, which cafeteria is he in? Is he in the same cafeteria as Shazhu?"

"That's not true. He came here to be a chef. Sha Zhu is also a chef. They are not the same thing. I heard that he went to the third canteen. Let's go and try it."

"Okay, there are fewer people in the third cafeteria."

When I came out of the factory, I met Xu Damao who had just come out of the Propaganda Department.

"Hey, uncle, you guys are planning to go to the third cafeteria too?"

"When new neighbors come, of course we have to show our support."

"That's right. Let's go, let's go to the third cafeteria. No one will shake my spoon then."

"Why don't you just stop messing with Sha Zhu?" Qin Huairu couldn't help but say something.

"I provoke him?!" Xu Damao pointed at himself and widened his eyes: "Forget it, I can't explain it to you."

In fact, the shaking of the spoon depends on the person, that is, Xu Damao. If it were someone else, Sha Zhu would definitely not dare to shake the spoon. In this era, the workload of workers is not small. They all rely on the little oil and water to make a living. If they don’t eat enough, they will not be able to continue working. If they can’t continue working, it will cost their lives. Even if there is a little less, they will care about the difference.

But Xu Damao is different. The two have been at odds since they were young. It's either you torment me today or I torment you tomorrow. The torment never stops. If Xu Damao wants to argue, he has a place to reason with him. He has tried it before, but after that, Sha Zhu would call him a grandson and call him a coward the next day. Later, unless Xu Damao provokes Sha Zhu, Sha Zhu will not shake the spoon, and he doesn't often serve food.

After a while, we arrived at the third canteen.

"It's a little less than the one in Canteen 5."

The difference between more than 2,000 people and more than 1,000 people is still visible.

At least the lines are moving much faster.

"Hey, look, isn't that Cao Wei?" Xu Damao was sharp-eyed and immediately spotted Cao Wei serving food: "This buddy is not doing well, even Shazhu can't serve food."

"Please stop talking. It's their first day here, so they need to get familiar with the place. Besides, they're serving the food, and we're the ones getting the cheapest."

"That's true."

They were among the first group to enter the third canteen, and soon it was their turn in line.

"Hey, uncle, Xu Damao, Qin Huairu, come and have dinner."

"Hey, Master Cao, we are all here to support you. We won't eat it if it doesn't taste good." Xu Damao raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, eat it without worry. It's not so delicious that you have to swallow your tongue, but at least it tastes good." Cao Wei happily gave the old man a big spoonful. An hour ago, he thought that everyone's big pot dishes were about the same level. An hour later, he felt that he still overestimated the cooking skills of this era. After tasting the big pot dishes of Master Li and Master Zhang, he chose to shut up, and his self-confidence also increased by at least three levels.

"Okay, okay, see you later." Xu Damao took the lead and went to find a seat with his lunch box.

"Uncle, please try it."

"Okay." An old man happily received a large spoonful as a gift.

When they arrived at Qin Huairu's place, the two looked at each other. Cao Wei smiled, a very bright smile, and didn't say much. He just put a big spoonful of vegetables in the lunch box.