Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

"So, you're still far from it." Father Jing calmly took a sip of tea and counted on his fingers to Jing Yu: "The salary level in Samadhi Tower is two to ten times that of outside. Even a dishwasher earns more than outside. Not to mention the chef. A few days ago, he got the housing provident fund. I heard that the higher-ups also have such plans."

"It can be said that as long as you enter Samadhi Tower, your basic needs of food, clothing and shelter are basically met. With these conditions, he was still very cautious when opening a branch of Samadhi Tower. He came up with so many rules and fully considered the distribution of benefits, logistics, and the thoughts of all parties. It took him three full years to dare to open. Why do you want your people to supervise those restaurants when you haven't had a salary increase for 35 years?"

"As for those working in the food court, the monthly income is several hundred dollars at least, and several thousand at most. Do you think that people who haven't had a pay raise for 35 years wouldn't have any concerns? If they did have any concerns, what would they have?"

Jingyu's sweat slowly flowed down from his forehead.

He made the mistake that Lou Xiao'e mentioned: smart people's assumptions are always based on absolutely rational circumstances.

Under absolutely rational circumstances, the clerks carefully checked the hygiene, explained if it was not good, and asked for improvement. Then, you and I, everyone. And after 35 years without a salary increase, they suddenly had an additional task.

There is no need to think too much about what will happen. You can guess it with your feet.

"Then... is there no other way? Food safety issues..."

"There is no way." Jing's father interrupted what Jing Yu was about to say: "Don't even mention it! I hope you can understand that the whole country is a chess game. Let it develop first and then intervene. You are not Cao Wei, and you can't be just Cao Wei. What Cao Wei needs is just to suppress the Samadhi Tower. He can afford the money and suppress people. What you have in your hand is different from him."

"Solution? Where can I find one?" Cao Wei shrugged. He was not very interested in this uninvited guest who suddenly appeared in his home.

This year he prepared a lot, and right now he is mixing the stuffing. It's Chinese New Year, so you have to make dumplings.

"Old man, how many can you eat this year?"

"Give me thirty." Liu Sandao said bluntly.

"Okay, there are still thirty. Can you eat them?"

"Go away, if you don't want to come with me!"

"No, just make your own dumplings. I don't want to make them."

Jing Yu slammed a bag of tea leaves on the table with a "pa".

"Oh, what a great thing, but I really can't do anything about it." Cao Wei's eyes lit up.

Qin Huairu glared at Cao Wei and said, "If you have something to say, just say it nicely. Don't keep teasing Director Jing." She turned around and said to Jing Yu, "Director Jing, don't take it too seriously. He is just like that. We really don't have any good solution for the matter you are talking about."

This is not a question of whether it is a right method or not.

Who the hell dares to interfere?

If this is really done, it would be fine if it is not spread out. But if it is spread out, Samadhi Tower will be in trouble.

In her heart, Qin Huairu still slightly resented Jing Yu. Why did she say everything? Didn't she see that Cao Wei had already started to work on the stuffing? It was almost time to go back.

Jingyu finally went back.

Cao Wei would not give any suggestions. He has always been like this. Even though he gave some advice to the next generation in the courtyard, those were all directly related to him. He couldn't just ignore the ones in Qin Huairu's family. If he didn't care and they didn't develop in a good direction, he would be the one who would be annoyed. As for the others, he would just give them some advice, which could be considered as a good relationship.

"I say, kid, don't get involved in too many things." Liu Sandao sighed, "Samadhi Tower is doing a good job, don't bother yourself with the higher-ups."

"You should keep your mind to yourself. I will follow your instructions. All right, I'll take it."

That’s what Chinese New Year is like.

The whole family sat around the table, making dumplings. Those who were wealthier in the family made dumplings while watching TV and chatting at the same time.

The concept of the Spring Festival Gala came into being in 83.

This year, everyone is looking forward to watching a good show.

"Dad!" Little Huaihua ran in with a clatter.

"You dare to get up!" Qin Huairu rolled her eyes and glared at her daughter unhappily.

"Relax and get some more sleep."

"Okay, okay, I can't control you. Go wash your hands and come help me."

"Okay. Master, Madam..." Huaihua called people again, then went to wash her hands, shook off the water droplets on them, and was just about to sit down to make dumplings.

"Have you eaten? If not, there are some leftover noodles in the kitchen. Go and eat them."

"And noodles?! Okay!"

"Just spoil her. If she can't get married in the future, you have to support her!" Qin Huairu was speechless. This man was really good at spoiling girls.

"Just keep it, it's no big deal." Cao Wei shrugged.

"you!"

"That's enough. My children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. Why worry so much?"

Qin Huairu:? ? ?

She turned her head and saw Huaihua holding a bowl and talking nonsense in a condescending manner.

"Jia! Huai! Hua!"

"Hey, hey, hey, mom, making dumplings is important. It would be bad if we get our hands dirty!"

It must be said that Huaihua is 70% as good as Qin Jingru. She can always hit the precise spot.

Qin Huairu hasn't had time to clean up yet.

Then she heard another sound that gave her a headache.

"I'm here!" Qin Jingru rushed in with a lot of bags, wearing sunglasses and a mink coat, which made her look a little small: "Master's wife, master, and sister, I'm here to bring you gifts. Come on, stop packing and come and see!"

"Aunt, don't I have any?" Huaihua, holding the bowl, pointed at herself with chopsticks.

"You? You too, I brought you a watch!"

Qin Jingru's eyes rolled and she replied immediately.

"Wow! I knew I didn't! Auntie, you're going too far!"

"Of course I don't have one! Didn't I say I had a watch?"

"You just forgot. I do the same when I lie."

"I'm not you!"

"Aunt, your mouth is harder than rock."

"What! Lululu!"

Qin Huairu's head hurt. No, how could this guy quarrel with his own daughter? Sometimes, she really couldn't understand this guy's train of thought.

One more person isn't a big deal.

"Okay, okay, sit down and help. Where are Xiao'e and Le Yao? Aren't they coming back?"

"No, I went to Hong Kong. I thought it was too noisy there, so I ran back." Qin Jingru shook her head. At this point, she added, "Xiucheng is not there, and Nian Nian is not here either."