Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

"How do you know it?"

"what do you know?"

"You can go now."

"Nonsense, there are so many people in the room, and this place is so far from the city. Are they all walking back? They have to be sent back. Now that they have finished eating, they are still chatting in there, right?"

"Hey, you're pretty smart. Okay, let's pack up and go home first."

"Let's go."

"Good fellow, you're eating and taking things at the same time?"

"Director Li asked me to do that. If you don't agree, go find him."

"I am convinced, I am convinced, you have the skill!" Wei Wei gave Cao Wei a thumbs up.

Liu Lan found it very interesting to watch from the side, but she didn't interrupt and just followed the two of them silently.

The level of canteen director was not considered a high-ranking official for her, but since she was not familiar with the position, it was better for her to say less, Li Huaide told her.

After leaving Li Huaide's house, it was already completely dark.

Got on the car.

Wei Wei happily gave the driver a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes and two iron boxes. According to Cao Wei's experience, they should contain tonight's meals.

In fact, Li Huaide's rank was not high enough to be equipped with a car, but the nature of his work was quite special, so the steel mill equipped him with one. Of course, this was just a superficial explanation, so just listen to it.

Blowing in the cool night breeze, we rushed all the way to the entrance of Nanluoguxiang.

"Okay, let's stop here. I'll just walk back."

"You want me to send you to your doorstep? What a sweet dream!" Maybe because he had drunk some wine, Wei Wei spoke with a touch of intimacy.

"Hey, it will be so impressive to go back like this." Cao Wei responded and got off the car faster than anyone else. He really didn't want people in the courtyard to see him coming back in a car. It was too troublesome.

I walked to the gate of the courtyard and just entered, and saw the familiar third uncle again.

"Good guy, I've been waiting for you. Why are you here so late today?" Yan Bugui came over, sniffed, and then saw the things in Cao Wei's net bag and raised his eyebrows.

"Any good stuff?"

"Not really. Go out and do some work."

"Then let's have a drink together?" Yan Bugui's eyes lit up.

"Some other time."

My goodness, you really want to taste the saltiness.

"Okay then. I'll wait for your meal some other day." Yan Bugui was thick-skinned enough to respond cheerfully.

He would take a shot whenever he wanted, and maybe he would win. He would not get angry if people didn't give him the chance.

"Okay, see you later."

"Go back, go back."

At this time, the lights have been turned on, and those who go to bed early can already hear snoring. These days, there are not many entertainment activities, so everyone either goes to bed early or goes home to make a living. This is how everyone spends their days. Families with children are more lively. There is a saying that goes - it's better to beat the children on a rainy day than to have nothing to do.

Cao Wei walked through the Moon Gate, but did not rush home. Instead, he came to Lou Xiao'e's door and knocked.

The door quickly opened a crack, revealing a pair of eyes. After seeing that the person coming was Cao Wei, the door opened.

"You still remember to come back." Lou Xiao'e rolled her eyes.

"You make me act like your man when you say that." Cao Wei said in a low teasing voice.

"Okay, come in." Lou Xiao'e made way and said "Come in" with an extremely alert expression on her face.

"No, I won't go in. It's late at night, and if I go in, I'm afraid I can't control myself. Here, this is for you, it's still hot, just eat it directly." Cao Wei handed over the lunch box in his hand: "After you finish eating, wash it and remember to return it to me tomorrow. By the way, you have to eat by yourself tomorrow."

[Positive emotions +88]

[Negative emotions +288]

"Why! Didn't you agree?" When Lou Xiao'e heard Cao Wei say he would not come tomorrow, she immediately quit.

"Do you believe what Xu Damao said?"

"Believe it or not, you agreed anyway."

He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but Cao Wei felt that Lou Xiao’e’s tone when talking to him seemed to become gentler.

His voice also became softer: "Tomorrow, I have to go to my master's house. I just moved here, so I have to go and let him know."

"Then I'll go too..." Lou Xiao'e said this without even thinking, and she immediately regretted it.

Who is she to follow someone else's master?

Then, she saw Cao Wei's half-smiley eyes again, and a feeling of dissatisfaction surged in her heart: "I don't care, you promised, you have to take me with you."

"Okay." Cao Wei showed his eight teeth: "As long as you dare."

"Don't you dare say I'm a puppy!"

"Okay, Lou Xiaogou, go and eat your meal obediently." Cao Wei reached out his hand, touched her head, then turned and left.

He didn't believe that Lou Xiao'e really dared to come to him.

Lou Xiao'e bared her teeth at his back, muttered "Do you think I dare?", closed the door, and went back to the house. For some reason, after seeing Cao Wei, she felt inexplicably happy.

She skipped back to the kitchen and looked at the swan buns in the steamer. They had deflated. She gently pinched off a piece and ate it sweetly along with the food that Cao Wei had brought back.

Qin Huairu's family.

Qin Huairu thought about this with some uneasiness.

"What's wrong with you?" Jia Zhang's inverted triangle eyes were very sharp and she immediately saw that something was wrong with her daughter-in-law.

Oh no, could it be that she has a man outside?

Jia Zhang was pondering in her mind.

"Mom, there is something I need you to decide. I don't know if it is appropriate."

"What's the matter?" Jia Zhang's tone was a little heavier, but she thought about it again. It couldn't be that Qin Huairu wanted to discuss marriage with her and asked her if it was suitable, right? Was Qin Huairu crazy, or was she crazy?

"Do you know the cook in the backyard?"

"What? Have you taken a fancy to him?"

"Mom, what are you talking about?" Qin Huairu sighed, "He is a level 6 cook, earning 50 yuan a month. He likes my widow with three children. He is a cook, what kind of woman can he not want?"

In fact, a few years ago, being a cook was not a profession that everyone valued, but after the three-year famine, cooks became popular. Finding a wife is not difficult.

"So many?" Jia Zhang glared: "This damn..."

"It's like this, the Third Master asked him to prepare a feast..."

"Old Yan wants to have a feast? Are you kidding me? Didn't you have a feast at his house before?"

"No, I mean, the third uncle introduced him to a job."

"That makes sense. Mr. Yan is probably trying to make a profit from him. Tell me, how come the cook has such a good life..."

"Mom, can you let me finish?" Qin Huairu was speechless. Why did this old lady have to repeat herself for everything?