Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

"Hey, no, no, the shredded potatoes don't taste right today!"

"What's wrong with that? It's all the same as usual, raw and ugly. What did the scholar say? Every one of them has its own flavor."

"No, it's too delicious, try mine!"

"Let me try. How can a piece of shredded potato taste any better?"

"How about it?"

"Hey, don't tell me, don't tell me, have you changed the cook?"

"Hey, you may not know, he just moved in, and he lives in our yard." Xu Damao couldn't help but go over and chat.

"Your hospital? Damao, don't you have a chef in your hospital? The one in the fifth canteen? Wow, your hospital is in for a treat, this is the cooking skill." The diners gave a thumbs up.

"hey-hey."

Qin Huairu did not eat in the cafeteria, but packed her lunch box and went back.

If I walk a little faster, it only takes about fifteen minutes to get from the factory to my home. I can rush back and give my family a bite to eat.

In fact, many workers did this. The food in the canteen was oily, and they would not dare to eat it at home.

"Mom!" Banggeng was already waiting at the door before I even got home.

"My dear son, have you been obedient today?" Qin Huairu couldn't help but smile.

"Yes, my grandma praised me."

Qin Huairu retracted her smile and sighed in her heart. It would be strange if Jia Zhangshi didn't praise Banggeng.

I returned home with the food. There were steamed buns on the table. Huaihua was lying on the bed, blowing bubbles from her mouth. She seemed to have noticed Qin Huairu's return. She stretched out her hand and made "aba aba" sounds with her mouth. She was hungry.

Jia Zhang took the food Qin Huairu brought back and put it on the table.

"Mom, you guys eat first, I'll feed Sophora japonica first."

"Row."

Jia Zhang didn't say anything and distributed the food to the two children.

Banggeng gave a steamed corn bread and Xiaodang gave a bowl of rice porridge.

After thinking for a while, he added another piece of pickled vegetables.

He picked up a piece of potato shreds with chopsticks, tasted it, and said, "My dear grandson, today's potato shreds are delicious, you try it."

"Really?" Banggeng picked up the chopsticks, took a bite, his eyes lit up, and he stretched out another pair of chopsticks.

"Snapped!"

Jia Zhang knocked away the chopsticks he extended with one hand.

Bang Geng was startled and felt the pain in his hand. He pursed his lips and wanted to cry.

"How many times have I told you, one bite of vegetable, one bite of steamed bread, if you don't want to eat, don't eat. Your mother hasn't eaten yet. Without your mother, we'll all be starving! Just three chopsticks, don't eat more with one chopstick!"

"Mom, what are you doing? If he wants to eat, let him eat more." Qin Huairu walked out of the house and frowned.

"What do you know? You have to work for money. If you faint at your workstation, who will it belong to? Will our family survive?" Jia Zhang glared at him with her inverted triangle eyes: "Also, if you eat, you have to get a grade quickly. After you become a regular employee, you can get a few more dollars!"

Qin Huairu moved her lips slightly, said "It's not that easy" and picked up the steamed bread to eat.

"Of course you haven't. When Dongxu was here, he only worked for a few months before he was hired as a regular employee! Now you have an eighth-level employee leading you, shouldn't you hurry up? It's been several months, and you haven't been hired as a regular employee yet."

Qin Huairu lowered her head and said nothing, she didn't dare to say anything.

Just eating in silence.

The workers have their rest time, and the kitchen has its rest time. After everyone has finished eating, the kitchen will rest around one or two o'clock in the afternoon. They will rest for one or two hours, and then continue to prepare food and dinner around three or four o'clock. The day is quite fulfilling. The chef's life is more comfortable.

After finishing the evening meal, you can leave.

Cao Wei packed up his things and headed out, but before he had taken two steps he was stopped by Xu Damao.

"Hey, Master Cao." Xu Damao rode his bicycle and stood in front of Cao Wei.

"Hey, Brother Damao, it's too polite to call me Master Cao. I live next door to you, so just call me Little Cao."

"Tsk, they are all cooks, why is there such a big difference between them? I mean, if you have time, you should teach that idiot Zhu how to behave. He is always nagging this and that."

Cao Wei just followed suit and didn't respond.

Seeing that Cao Wei didn't respond, Xu Damao didn't get angry and moved closer: "You call me Brother Damao, I won't let you suffer any loss. I got a pheasant from the countryside, and some mountain products. How about coming to my house for a meal tonight?"

Cao Wei's eyes lit up: "Okay, then tonight, I'll bring some wine over, and we two brothers can have a drink."

"Okay, come on, get in the car, I'll take you for a ride."

"No, I still have to go to the East Market to buy some seasonings. I'm short of some at home."

"Hey, that's nothing. Come on up, I'll take you there. You have nothing to do anyway."

"Brother Damao, can you lead me?"

"Look at what you're saying. I'm a projectionist. Do you know how heavy my machine is?"

"Then let's go."

Xu Damao was not bragging. In terms of strength, he was not bad. Or rather, his strength was more comprehensive. Projectionists these days had to go to the countryside, walking or riding bicycles, and carrying equipment for projection. Without strength, one could not do this job.

After giving Cao Wei a ride for a while, he dropped him off at the East Market: "I'll just take you here. I'm going home first to give the pheasant leg feathers."

"Okay, go ahead and watch me tonight."

East Market, Baweizhai.

Speaking of which, Baweizhai is considered a well-known shop in the chef circle.

It was first built in the Ming Dynasty. When it was first established, it was a pharmacy. Later, the competition was too fierce, so the shopkeeper took a different approach and started to prepare seasonings specifically for chefs. It can be said that as long as you have money, you can find any seasoning related to food in this Baweizhai.

"Hey, Master Cao, you're here to buy seasonings again." The shopkeeper was taking a nap on the counter. The decoration style of Baweizhai is very strange. It is not arranged like a traditional seasoning store, but like a Chinese medicine store. There is a row of medicine cabinets behind the shopkeeper. If you were to say which chef has the most secret recipes in the whole city at this stage, Cao Wei is hard to say, but if you were to say which seasoning store has the most secret recipes, it must be Baweizhai.

"Yes, Master Zhang, please."

"Hey, you're still so polite. Come on, Xiao Li, get some medicine for Master Cao."

"Okay, Master Cao, what would you like to order?"

Cao Wei happily took out a note from his pocket and handed it over. Xiao Li bowed slightly, took it with both hands, said "Please wait a moment" and turned to get the seasoning. His movements were exactly the same as grabbing Chinese medicine. This is also the characteristic of Baweizhai.