Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

"No, wait a minute, does my aunt know too?"

"I know. It's not just our mom."

Bang Geng: ???

"Oh, adults' affairs have nothing to do with us. Let them do whatever they want. We just need to worry about our own affairs."

Banggeng opened his mouth, but he couldn't refute Xiaodang's words. He wanted to intervene, but how?

"I don't care!"

"That's it." Xiao Dang said with a smile: "Brother, if you don't know what to do, ask grandma for some money and buy two packs of good cigarettes for Uncle Cao. He will give you some advice."

"No, I still have to give him a gift?" Banggeng widened his eyes and pointed at himself.

"So what? You're not the prince." Xiao Dang said indifferently, "Do you know how much I gave him when I asked him to help me with some advice?"

"How many?"

"This number." Xiaodang stretched out a finger.

"Ten dollars?"

"one hundred!"

"What the hell?! Just an idea?!"

Xiao Dang frowned when he heard Bang Geng's fuss. "Brother, you are too petty. I don't deny that the price is a bit high. But if it really makes me a leader, do you think it is still high? Also, do you know how much Uncle Cao charges others?"

"How many?"

"He received two hundred yuan from Yi Yi."

"Yi worked very hard for a year before he paid it back."

"Does the uncle know?"

"I know, but I also agree." Xiaodang stood up and patted Banggeng on the shoulder: "Brother, now you know how valuable this idea is. Others want to ask, but he won't tell us. That means us. Besides, they don't owe us anything. Uncle Cao and Mom's affairs are their own business. What does it have to do with us? Putting aside this relationship, on weekdays, when you go to ask for help, you go empty-handed, right? It's impossible."

Xiaodang is gone.

Bang Geng was left alone, standing there in a daze.

The few days since he came back have been a real shock to him.

Ridiculously big.

One hundred dollars, that’s one hundred dollars.

Just a few words?

But when I think back to the news I heard these days, and then think of the person I met at the gate of the steel mill today.

It costs one dollar to enter a factory, and this dollar is just for a job with almost zero chance of success. Looking at it this way, a hundred or two hundred dollars doesn't seem unacceptable.

What Xiaodang said was right. Putting aside all those messy relationships, going to ask for help, asking for advice, not to mention what to bring, going empty-handed, wouldn't that be a lack of education? Besides, going empty-handed made him feel like he was selling out his mother. Thinking about this, he felt uncomfortable all over.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable?" Qin Jingru looked at Cao Wei as if she was watching a foreign spectacle.

"Why are you uncomfortable?" Cao Wei sipped his tea calmly, "I will definitely charge money for that guy coming to my house."

"That's too inhumane. After all, he is your nephew."

"I don't like what Jingru said." Qin Huairu happened to come in from outside, holding two chickens in her hands: "It just so happened that I met a fellow villager selling chickens on the way back. I bought some and you can take care of them. My family needs one."

"Look, now that he's a leader, he's getting better and better at ordering people around." Cao Wei joked.

"Go away! What a bad character!" Qin Huairu rolled her eyes.

"Sister, are you really going to let him collect the money?"

"That's right, he's right. We need to let Banggeng know that some opportunities are hard to come by, but if we just give them up, we won't feel the value of them. Look, Xiaozhu used to study and play at the same time, but now he's completely changed, almost burying himself in books. And Yiyi, he brought a TV home yesterday. It's not good to prepare everything for him."

"Or maybe he's a leader now, so what he says makes sense."

"Go away, go away, are you annoying? Go and pluck the feathers. I want to eat the mushroom-filled chicken."

"Wow, they've even ordered some food. Where are the mushrooms?"

"There's one in the kitchen. I just saw it."

"Qin Jingru, you have cleaned out all the things at home!" Cao Wei pinched Qin Jingru's face, patted Qin Huairu's butt, and went to prepare the chicken soup while humming a little tune.

Qin Jingru also patted Qin Huairu in a very serious manner.

Qin Huairu's eyes widened.

"Why! He can take pictures, but I can't! I'm telling you! I'm the wife."

"Qin Jingru, you are so bold!"

"A little bit."

kitchen

Cao Wei was dealing with something when Liu Sandao walked in with his hands behind his back.

"What are we having for dinner tonight?" Liu Sandao is now old and feels that life is a bit boring. His daily pleasure is to watch Cao Wei cook in order to point out Cao Wei's shortcomings. No matter what, he is still a direct descendant.

But after one month of implementing this advice, he gave up.

Because he found that Cao Wei's cooking skills were improving at a speed he could not understand.

The old lady passed away in 69 and they moved in in 71.

And the Cao Wei in 71 years.

In Liu Sandao's words, among all the master chefs he had met in his life, only a few were as skilled as Cao Wei.

When it comes to cooking, Cao Wei seems to have reached a point where he can't quite explain it.

It is difficult to understand this feeling if you have not reached that age. Seeing the younger generation far surpassing you, you are like the wave behind, washed up on the beach. The feeling is very complicated, with relief, happiness, and loss. It is hard to describe.

Of course, this kind of pretentiousness did not make Liu Sandao feel depressed for long, and he began to learn from Cao Wei.

According to him, if the apprentice is better than the master, then he should teach the master well so that the master can also improve.

In fact, once you reach a certain level, it becomes very difficult to improve your skills.

Liu Sandao hasn't improved his skills for many years.

Now that Cao Wei has given him hope, how can he not be happy? He is not a pretentious person.

No, whenever Cao Wei opened fire, he would come to learn, and he made progress every day. He became more and more energetic.

Night Jia's

"Wow! Chicken legs!" Xiaodang's eyes immediately lit up when he saw the steaming chicken soup.

"You only know how to eat!" Qin Huairu gave her an unpleasant look, but also gave her a chicken leg and the other one to Banggeng.

The two chicken feet and the chicken neck were given to Jia Zhang.

Jia Zhang prefers to chew the parts with bones. In her words, they are very fragrant.

In fact, it tasted like what she remembered, and Qin Huairu was similar. When she was at home, she could only eat the meat of the neck and claws. Moreover, it might have been gnawed before it was her turn to eat, and those were all memories.