Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

Doesn’t Wu Ke know Xu Damao’s situation and the reason why he can’t be transferred to another job?

No, he knows.

Lou Bancheng Lou Bancheng, a person with the nickname "Bancheng" naturally has a great influence.

But how influential they were before, how timid they are now.

If you just stay quiet and stay low, you won't be troubled by your superiors.

But just because the people above don't make things difficult doesn't mean the people below don't have any concerns.

Xu Damao, that's just a microcosm.

If Xu Damao only wanted to be a projectionist, Wu Ke would naturally be unable to do anything to him.

But Xu Damao actually wanted to transfer to an administrative position, so Wu Ke became interested.

It's just a matter of cheating some of the capitalists' assets, Wu Ke will not show mercy.

As for why he did this, it's very simple. He knew that the wool cannot be picked all at once, and he has to pick it again and again.

He took back the can of milk powder on the table. The can was very light, so he picked it up casually. He threw it into the cabinet, lowered his head, and continued to process today's documents.

Three canteens

After the holiday, the work of the third canteen was also put on the agenda.

As the saying goes, food and supplies must be prepared before an army moves. If a steel mill wants to expand, the first thing it needs to arrange is not workers, but a stable logistical supply.

As a result, the third canteen was supplemented with more than a dozen people at once.

Cao Wei was taken to Wei Wei's office for a talk.

There were two rather nervous young men in the office, one was a bit sturdy with a pair of bright eyes, while the other was thin, as was common in this era, and looked a bit malnourished.

Cao Wei glanced at Wei Wei and said, "My goodness, this big guy, and you tell me he is a child from a poor family?"

Guess whether I believe it or not.

But Cao Wei didn't think it was a big deal. In fact, he knew that this burly guy probably wanted to learn cooking. Otherwise, anyone with a little bit of financial resources at home would not consider developing in this direction.

Yes, chefs won’t starve to death, but they won’t have very good prospects either, at least, that’s the case for now.

Even Qin Huairu, when the steel mill told her that she could choose her workstation, did not even look at the logistics workstation.

Nowadays, if you work in the logistics field, as long as you don't switch to an administrative position, your salary is pitifully low and there is no development prospect. As for switching to an administrative position, don't joke, the possibility is almost zero. Aunt Zhao, who washes dishes, has been washing dishes for so many years, and she is still washing dishes.

"This is Zhao Boxue." Wei Wei first introduced the big man to Cao Wei, then turned to the thin little man: "This is Yu Zhuangzhuang."

Cao Wei: ...

Well, your personalities and names are really a bit strange.

A guy named Boxue came to work as a cook, and a guy named Zhuangzhuang was as thin as a bamboo pole.

"Ahem, I'm going out to smoke a cigarette. You guys chat for a while. After you're done, Master Cao, just take them to the kitchen." Wei Wei coughed twice and walked out.

Zhao Boxue was relatively okay, but Yu Zhuangzhuang was very nervous. He didn't know what he was going to face.

Cao Wei sat down calmly, lit a cigarette, took a puff, and then said, "You two are lucky to have met me."

The opening remarks left Zhao Boxue speechless. He had met quite a few chefs, but this was the first one who was so arrogant. What did he mean by "I'm lucky to have met me"?

But he did not say anything, just waited quietly for Cao Wei's next move.

"I'm not very old. I'm just 20 this year. I'm already a master. Oh, I used to work in Fengze Garden."

These words made Zhao Boxue’s eyes widen.

He knew the value of this statement. Usually, the chefs in Fengze Garden who could accept apprentices were all standard master chefs, and the standards for master chefs were also quite strict. Normally, the average age of apprentices was around 30 years old. It was not an exaggeration to say that someone who became an apprentice at the age of was a genius.

Yu Zhuangzhuang didn't quite understand, and there was obvious confusion in his eyes.

"When the superiors sent you down, they told me not to fool around and that you had to be taught the necessary skills." Cao Wei paused here.

Zhao Boxue was also nervous. He knew that some chefs were very strict in testing their apprentices. It was not that you could learn if you wanted to. You had to spend three years as an apprentice and three years as a worker. Of course, it was not allowed on the surface until now, but there were countermeasures for every policy. Well, if you don't allow it, then I won't teach you.

He had sought out many masters, but for various reasons, none of them were willing to teach him.

This master was found by his uncle, who said that he could even cook "boiled cabbage", so he came with great interest. But he was still worried, not about Cao Wei's skills, but whether Cao Wei could teach real kung fu.

"I thought about how to teach. To be a chef, you need talent, so I thought of a way." Cao Wei held up two fingers: "Your test is divided into two stages. First, after you have a solid foundation, I will teach you how to cook some dishes. I major in Sichuan and Shandong cuisine, and I know a little about other cuisines. I will determine whether you can enter the second stage based on your performance in this stage."

"What if we can enter the second stage? What if we can't enter the second stage?" Zhao Boxue asked hurriedly.

Cao Wei glanced at him and thought that his family conditions were indeed good. At least, Yu Zhuangzhuang didn't dare to say a word and could only listen obediently.

"After the first stage is completed, I will conduct an assessment on you. If you pass the assessment, I will officially accept you as an apprentice. My lineage can be traced back to the Ming Dynasty. There have been many imperial chefs and folk chefs, and the inheritance has never been broken. This is why I say you are lucky. If you fail the first stage..."

Yu Zhuangzhuang's heart suddenly rose as he thought of a possibility.

Kicked out of the steel mill? Or something...

He really needs this workstation and doesn't want to be kicked out.

"That won't be a big deal. I guess I'll just be a chef who cooks big pots for the rest of my life."

Yu Zhuangzhuang breathed a sigh of relief. It was okay then. It would be good to cook from a big pot.

There was a light in Zhao Boxue's eyes. He felt that the conditions mentioned by Cao Wei were in line with his thoughts. The skills should not be passed on lightly. Without this test, he would doubt whether Cao Wei could really teach real kung fu.

"Okay, that's it."

"Master, do we need to hold a ceremony of apprenticeship or something?" Zhao Boxue rubbed his hands and put on a flattering smile.

Yu Zhuangzhuang became nervous. The apprenticeship ceremony would cost money...