Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

"It was just a flash of inspiration." Old Master Yang said nonchalantly, "Maybe I've been in Fengze Garden for too long, so I took a walk outside and got some inspiration. Isn't that what being a chef is like? If you get some inspiration occasionally, you'll always gain something."

"That's right." Liu Sandao's eyes were complicated: "You are really lucky."

Cao Wei secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The old man is still knowledgeable.

He can't say that he has an extra system.

I guess most people of this era don’t even know what a system is.

After eating and drinking, he planned to say goodbye and leave.

Before leaving, the old man stuffed a bag of herbs into Cao Wei's pocket and said, "Here, this is for you. The decoction method is written inside. You can prepare it yourself. Also, young man, you should be more restrained. Although the harmony of yin and yang is the way of human relations, you should not indulge in pleasure. Now is the time for you to strengthen your body. You can do it once a week at most."

Cao Wei: ...

Sometimes, seeing a Chinese doctor can be quite challenging to one’s mental state.

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"Ah~Ah~Ah~~~" Zhao Boxue shouted weakly over and over again.

"Why are you shouting? If you feel hot, just get some cold water and pour it over your head to avoid bothering others here." Cao Wei glared at him.

The whole kitchen was sickly.

It's not that I'm sick, I'm just hot.

In the blink of an eye, it was already August. August of 62 was not much different from August of previous years. Cicadas were chirping non-stop against the trees, and the kitchen, as the second hottest place after the boiler room, was naturally like a steamer.

Cao Wei wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "What should I say is that the sun is very strong in this weather, and as a result, I feel a lot more irritable."

I was just planning to go out and get some fresh air, but then I thought, let alone whether there is wind or not, even if there is, it will be hot wind.

He returned to his seat somewhat helplessly.

Suddenly, an evil wind blew in from somewhere.

Immediately afterwards, with a "crash", the sunny sky outside disappeared and became gloomy in an instant.

The rain and thunder woke up the somewhat irritable crowd.

The door to the kitchen was not closed, and the wind and rain were blowing in. Zhao Boxue screamed and ran over to close the door. In fact, he didn't like to close the door, but he enjoyed the wind accompanied by the rain. It was very cool, and there was an indescribable smell.

My heart gradually calmed down under the washing of the heavy rain.

Cao Wei breathed a sigh of relief.

My skills in nourishing my qi are still a little lacking.

According to Mr. Yang.

In a person, there is yin and yang in the body. Yin represents all kinds of negative thoughts, while yang represents all kinds of positive thoughts. Only when the yin and yang are interconnected and balanced can all kinds of diseases be avoided. The external world also has yin and yang. Whenever the world changes, such as heavy rain or hurricane, it will trigger the yin and yang energies, thus affecting the human body.

People with weak bodies and poor balance of yin and yang will get sick.

People with stronger bodies have a stable balance of yin and yang and will not get sick, but their mood will be affected to some extent.

The purpose of cultivation for humans is to constantly achieve a balance of yin and yang in the body.

Feeling impatient because of the weather is itself a kind of loss.

Of course, it is impossible to be completely unaffected unless one truly reaches the level of a grandmaster.

I'm thinking about it.

Yu Zhuangzhuang walked over cautiously and whispered, "Master..."

Cao Wei glanced at him and took a sip of tea: "What's the matter?"

"Well...well, I, I want to cut the mound." Yu Zhuangzhuang mustered up his courage and looked at Cao Wei with hope in his eyes.

Cao Wei nodded: "Okay, I'll go cut the mounds with your brother this afternoon."

Yu Zhuangzhuang's eyes widened. He never expected that Cao Wei would agree so readily.

"What are you looking at? Don't you want to cut the mound again?"

"No, no, no, I'll cut it in the afternoon! I'll cut it in the afternoon!"

"Then get out." Cao Wei didn't say much.

Sometimes, if you don't fight for something, no matter what others say, it's meaningless. Just like Yu Zhuangzhuang, he mustered up his courage and got a position to cut the mound. In fact, in Cao Wei's view, it was barely qualified. Self-confidence is something that needs to be cultivated slowly. One victory eliminates one's cowardice, the second victory strengthens one's confidence, and the third victory consolidates one's belief.

If you don't even dare to take this step, then there is nothing more to say.

During Cao Wei's test, he actually had one condition that he did not tell the two of them, which was that his test was time-limited.

What Yu Zhuangzhuang didn't know was that he was three months behind Zhao Boxue, and Cao Wei had arranged for Zhao Boxue to teach him, which meant that Zhao Boxue had begun to embark on the path of "reviewing the old and learning the new", and his journey had just begun.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there seemed to be no intention of stopping.

Cao Wei stood on the edge of the eaves, feeling the momentary coolness that was unique to summer.

I don’t know if this rain was spiritual or what, but it started to get smaller at eleven o’clock, and disappeared completely at half past eleven.

At this time, workers gradually got off work and started walking towards the canteen.

Cao Wei put down the big spatula in his hand, opened the back door, and went towards the grove.

Master Li has already gone to the new canteen, and there is only one Master Zhang left in this canteen. It is a bit troublesome for two people to cook. Cao Wei is thinking about letting Zhao Boxue learn to cook in a few days. It is not too difficult to say that it is difficult. It only takes a lot of strength to cook big pot dishes.

Wei Wei popped up out of nowhere and said, "Hey, Lao Cao, there's work tonight."

"How many people?" Cao Wei clicked his tongue without raising his head.

"Not many people, just six. Still the same old rules."

"to make."

There were six of them, probably from brother units or superiors in the old city who wanted to come and take a look on a whim.

Over the past few months, Cao Wei has basically figured out who goes to the canteen.

Most of the time, it was brother units, and brother units also have their own rules, such as steel mills and slaughterhouses, which need to exchange unplanned products between companies, and they will more or less gather together to discuss things. If they are all from the same city, there won't be too many people coming. If they are not from the city, but from other places, there will be more than ten people at a time, and sometimes even more than twenty people.

If there were a large number of people, Cao Wei would have to ask where they were from and why they were lonely. Not everyone is used to spicy food. In the southern region, most people prefer lighter food. If they don't like spicy food, no matter how well they cook, it will offend people.