Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

“There is also this particularity.”

"It's not just that." Cao Wei saw that the third uncle seemed a little interested, so he continued to say to him: "When we take jobs, we also look at what dishes the host serves. If the host just wants to make some home-cooked dishes, like spicy and sour potato shreds, some minced meat, and a few fish, without requiring too much fineness, as long as there is a piece of meat and it's acceptable, then there's no need to invite me. I'm not bragging, this is the rule."

"I understand. If it hasn't reached that point, there's no need to look for you."

"It has to be you, a man of culture."

In fact, these days, most banquets are for weddings or funerals, and they invite cooks, but most of the time, cooks don't ask for money, and just take some dishes back. Or if they ask for money, they give two yuan, but they are not allowed to touch the dishes. This is the basic salary for helping to cook, not much, but not less. The better the cooking skills, the more expensive it will be.

For example, Shazhu, who went out to help others cook, would get five yuan per meal. It was slightly higher.

"Well, I won't talk to you anymore. You can do it yourself. If it doesn't work, you can find a master in the factory. I still have to put my things away."

"Okay, go ahead." The third uncle waved his hand, his eyes rolling around, as if he was thinking about something.

There were not many people in the yard at the moment. Everyone was preparing food and waiting for the factory workers to come back. Most of the people at home were old women. The general family structure was that one of them worked, usually the husband, and the wife was responsible for cleaning up, cooking, and doing housework at home. If both of them worked, then this family was the best.

Most of them are single-income families, with one person supporting the family.

When I walked to the backyard, I saw Xu Damao holding a plucked pheasant.

"Hey, you're back. Just in time, I've fixed it. I'll give it to you?"

"Okay, you put it in the kitchen first, I'll go home and clean it up and come back."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

He went home, packed up a little, put a box in his pocket, and then knocked on Xu Damao's door.

"Are you here? Can you sit down first?" Xu Damao asked perfunctorily.

Even though Cao Wei was well-educated, the corners of his mouth twitched a little. "You kid, how can you ask someone to come in and sit down with you?"

"No, we'll have a seat soon. Let's stew the chicken first. Don't waste it."

"That's what I've been waiting for!"

"Isn't my sister-in-law at home?"

"In the house, what's the matter?"

"No, I just wanted to ask how many servings there are tonight. Don't make a fuss about it. Let's just split half."

"Let's put it all down. It's a tough day. We can't hold back. The worst that can happen is that we won't have to eat one less steamed bread."

"Okay, I'll listen to you. Here, some wine."

Xu Damao took the bottle of wine. There was no brand on it. He frowned slightly.

"Don't look down on it, it's brewed by my master's friend. Others want to drink it, but it's not available yet. It's much better than those individual wines. We are family, so we can just drink the good wine without asking for face." Cao Wei explained cheerfully.

Xu Damao then started to laugh: "That's right!"

It was not until Cao Wei entered the kitchen that Xu Damao said "Pah", muttered "stingy", and then took the wine into the house.

"What's wrong?" Lou Xiao'e asked when she saw Xu Damao mumbling. In fact, according to etiquette, she should go out and chat with Cao Wei with Xu Damao, but she didn't want to face Cao Wei and always felt uncomfortable.

"Well, since you're kind enough to treat him to a meal, you should at least bring some high-end wine. Look, you got this?" Xu Damao raised the glass bottle in his hand, and as he shook it, the wine began to foam.

Lou Xiao'e's expression became strange.

She was considered well-informed. Although she didn't smell the aroma of the wine, the degree of sealing and the foam in the bottle showed that this wine was not simple.

"What's wrong?" Xu Damao was an expert at observing people's expressions and he immediately noticed that something was wrong with his wife's face.

"You..." Lou Xiao'e hesitated for a moment, then said, "Don't you know that the really good things are not for sale?"

"Of course I know that, but what good stuff can a cook come up with?" Xu Damao sneered.

"What if."

“That’s a cook too.”

"The cook from Fengze Garden." Lou Xiao'e repeated.

“That’s the cook too.”

Forget it, I'm tired, let's destroy it.

Lou Xiao'e sighed in her heart, stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

"what are you going to do?"

"Go and see if there's anything we can do to help. They're guests, we can't just leave them busy in the kitchen while we're family members."

"No, no, you don't have to go. He is just a cook, a cook who serves people. Who knows how happy he is."

Lou Xiao'e:......

She felt very strange.

She could feel that Cao Wei was not a brainless person, but rather a careful person. In this era, to judge a person's character, one can only look at his facial expressions. It was very simple. Only those who had received similar education could manage their facial expressions, instead of smiling silly when they were smiling and having a dark face when they were angry. With just this person, how could she not see what kind of person Xu Damao was?

She didn't believe it.

But now that you have seen what kind of person Xu Damao is, why did he come to my house?

It was understandable that he came to visit. After all, Lou Xiao'e knew Xu Damao very well. He was not a mean person. If he accepted the invitation and came to visit, he could be considered a friend, not an enemy. Nowadays, the key is to make more friends and fewer enemies. But what was the meaning of sending this bottle of wine?

Can Xu Damao know the value of this wine?

He must also know that Xu Damao didn't know the value of the wine.

So what is he doing for?

Lou Xiao'e was startled.

Oh no! It's coming for me!

At this moment, she remembered what happened in the morning and her face turned slightly red.

"What's the matter with you?"

"A little hot."

"Hot? It's a nice day today, go find a fan and fan yourself." Xu Damao slumped in his chair at home, crossing his legs.

Lou Xiao'e didn't care about his appearance anymore. She listened and went to the inner room. Her mind was in a mess. She felt that time was passing slower and slower.

In the kitchen, Cao Wei was already busy, and so was his system.

[Negative emotions +200]

[Positive emotions +100]

[Negative emotions + …]

Wow, we haven't even met yet and the emotions are already triggered. This woman is really a little weird. I have to give her a try today.

Cao Wei didn't even need to look to know who provided this emotional point. He shook his head and continued to clean up the dishes in his hands.