The world of film and television starts from being a chef

The world of film and television begins with being a chef Author: Jade Cat on the Tree

An ordinary social animal gets the system and travels through various worlds, which is a short matter for parents.

Chapter 1 17-year-old head chef

Six years after the founding of the People's Republic of China, late spring.

Sijiucheng, Hongxing Steel Rolling Plant, a kitchen in the back of a canteen.

"Silly Zhu, let's start."

A middle-aged man with a paralyzed face and swollen eyes directs a young man to wash, chop and stir-fry vegetables.

The other apprentice helpers in the kitchen all showed envy.

That young man is only 16 years old, [-] years old. This age is younger than himself, but now he has the opportunity to cook.

No matter how skilled this young man is, at least this opportunity, if not his own father, who would give it to him.

The middle-aged man is indeed the father of the young man.

But the young man knew that his own father was about to abandon him and run off to other places with a widow.

But these are nothing to young people.

After all, as a time traveler, the death of both parents is standard.

Well, the traverser also needs to have a younger sister.

The little young man thought of his younger sister, the crying little doll, who was almost ten years old and couldn't even wash clothes.

When I was eight years old, I contracted all the housework for the family.

In comparison, my younger sister is much happier than myself.

"Silly Zhu, what are you thinking? You can't pay the pot!"

The middle-aged He Daqing interrupted the reverie of the young He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu didn't panic and his hands didn't mess up. He flipped the pot again with his hands, and then he easily picked up the large iron pot with more than 40 kilograms of vegetables, and tilted his wrist slightly, and poured the stewed vermicelli with cabbage in the pot into the vegetable bowl inside.

After waiting for the pot to start, the middle-aged man's expressionless face finally showed a satisfied expression.

Of course, that look is fleeting.

The young man was so busy stirring the pot that he didn't pay attention to the expression of the middle-aged man behind him.

The rolling mill is a public-private partnership this year and has recruited a lot of people. Now the total number of regular workers, apprentices, and temporary workers in the factory has exceeded 1.

In such a large factory, there are a total of five canteens serving lunch meals.

Because the canteen is close to the guard, it is a place where workers stop by to buy food when they go home, and the workload is the heaviest on weekdays.

Generally at noon, four or five windows are prepared, and ten to twenty pots of dishes are fried.

He Yuzhu cooked five more dishes in succession, a total of six pots of dishes, without blushing or panting.

Looking at the two chefs who were also cooking next to them, although they were not out of breath, they were sweating profusely and somewhat embarrassed.

He Daqing watched his son grow a face for himself, and he couldn't help but feel complacent in his heart. After all the vegetables were in the bowl, he turned around and smiled at a man with a mustache next to him: "Director Ma, come and taste it, silly Zhu How is this craft?"

Ma Guangyong, the director of the canteen, made a bowl of dishes with a frying spatula. After tasting it, he didn't comment, but turned around and smiled at the chefs: "Come and taste Xiao He The craftsmanship of a master."

The director of the canteen is in charge of five canteens, and each canteen has a fore chef. At the moment, the fore chefs of the two, three, four, five and four canteens are all present.

Hearing that the director of the cafeteria called He Yuzhu "Little Master He", the four fore chefs were all shocked: in the future, the four of them will not be equal to a brat, right?

Although thinking this way in their hearts, the chefs sighed very cautiously, and then each of them tasted He Yuzhu's stir-fried dishes.

Jiang Liangchen, the head chef of the second canteen: "Well, well, Master He's craftsmanship is hard to get, I'm afraid he has already been taught by Master He."

Chef Liu Dapao of the Three Canteens: "It's said that masters come out of the door, master Xiao He's craftsmanship, tsk tsk... In a few years, it will be better than blue."

Chef Zhao Laoni of the Fourth Canteen: "I won't comment, anyway, I won't be able to catch up with the horse in my life."

Li Xiaotang, head chef of the Fifth Canteen: "Master Zhao is not good enough, let alone me."

Ma Guangyong, the director of the cafeteria, did not expect that the four chefs were so powerful, and their faces suddenly wrinkled with laughter:

"It seems that everyone's opinions are very unified, so Master Xiao He is tentatively designated as a sixth-level chef and a canteen foreman."

Ma Guangyong picked up a review form and an application form, and asked the four chefs to sign, before leaving with his hands behind his back.

I accepted He Daqing's 200 yuan last night, so I can save it with peace of mind.

After the director of the cafeteria left, the other four chefs congratulated He Daqing, then turned and went back to their own cafeteria.

A total of 14 chefs, helpers, apprentices, and temporary workers were left in the canteen. Including He Daqing and his son, [-] people picked up the steamed buns and began to gobble them up.

It will be noon soon, and everyone should not be delayed because of He Yuzhu's assessment.

After lunch, He Daqing led He Yuzhu to the director's office of the cafeteria. After receiving the news that Director Li of the logistics department had approved the application form, the two began to stroll around the rolling mill.

Under the leadership of He Daqing, He Yuzhu visited more than a dozen department leaders.

He Yuzhu understood that this was what He Daqing wanted to pave the way for himself.

Counting from the devil period, He Daqing has worked in the rolling mill for almost sixteen or seventeen years.

That is, when his son He Yuzhu was born, he worked in the rolling mill.

Later, when the daughter-in-law was pregnant with a second child, that is, He Yushui, He Daqing left for a while, and then Jianguo came back again.

He Daqing has accumulated a lot of contacts in the places where he has worked for more than ten years.

He Yuzhu used to make banquets with He Daqing, and he knew most of them.

But they knew each other before, and these people only regarded He Yuzhu as a young man, and didn't take him as a dish.

Now, He Daqing is taking He Yuzhu around to identify people, which is equivalent to telling others that He Yuzhu will be the man who can be the master of the He family in the future.

After wandering around, the two packs of cigarettes in He Daqing's pockets were gone, and He Yuzhu followed him back to the back kitchen of a cafeteria.

Ma Guangyong, the director of the cafeteria, informed that there is no reception today.

He Daqing took He Yuzhu out of the factory.

As a chef, working hours are very flexible.

After leaving the factory gate, He Daqing said to He Yuzhu:

"Silly Zhu, I still have something to do, you should go home first."

When He Yuzhu looked at his father's expression, he understood, he laughed and said, "I'm going to see the White Widow again, right? I won't keep the door open for you tonight."

"casual."

He Daqing and He Yuzhu, the father and son, had started talking on an equal footing as early as three years ago, when He Yuzhu was able to earn money and spend it on his own.

Now that He Daqing is going to other places with the White Widow again, his fatherly dignity in front of his son He Yuzhu is even more gone.

The father and son said goodbye, and He Yuzhu went to the vegetable market, bought some cooked food, and put them in the necessary space for travelers.

When he returned to the courtyard at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang, He Yuzhu saw the third master Yan Fugui was repairing the Maza.

"Third Master, if this horse is broken, just buy a new one. You spend more than 100 days tinkering with it throughout the year."

"Zhuzi, you really don't know how to live. Buy a new one and it won't break. If it breaks, buy a new one. If it breaks, buy a new one. How rich is your family to make it worth building like this?"

The reasoning of the third master was all calculations, and He Yuzhu just said it casually, and after saying hello, he walked through the front yard to the middle courtyard.

There are six families in the middle courtyard. He Yuzhu first greeted the neighbors in the east wing: "Mother, cooking."

"Zhuzi, you got off work so early today?"

"I changed jobs today. From now on, I will be the fore chef. If the leader doesn't serve me, I will leave work so early."

He Yuzhu smiled and said a few words, his eyes began to drift to the left.

The two families living in Westinghouse are named Jia and Chen.

The person surnamed Chen is a newcomer, and he is not very familiar with everyone.

The one with the surname Jia is the most popular person in the famous "Love in a Courtyard", Jia Zhang's family and Qin Huairu's family.

Jia Zhang is about 40 years old now, and her son Jia Dongxu is 22 years old, five years older than He Yuzhu.

And Qin Huairu has been married for two years, and just gave birth to Jia Geng, the grandson of Jia's patriarch, who later became the Thief of the Holy Stick.

Little stick stem hasn't grown teeth yet, so he can only use Qin Huairu's granary to eat every day.

Every time He Yuzhu passed by Qin Huairu's side, he could smell a milky fragrance.

Just as He Yuzhu was sniffing the sweet scent of milk in the air, a voice like an old raven suddenly rang out from his ears: "Silly Zhu, why are you standing next to my daughter-in-law?"

"Aunt Jia, hasn't it been a day since I saw my godson?"

He Yuzhu chuckled, brushed past Qin Huairu, leaving the furious Jia Zhang family behind, and turned to enter his main house.

In the yard, Mrs. Jia Zhang couldn't scold He Yuzhu, so she yelled at her daughter-in-law Qin Huairu: "Qin Huairu, what are you doing in the yard with my grandson in your arms when you have nothing to do? Are you trying to seduce a wild man while my son is at work... "

"Mom, didn't you ask me to come out and wash the sticky diapers?"

Qin Huairu had a miserable face. Ever since she married Jia Dongxu, her relationship with her mother-in-law has not been easy.

Every day, she is either directed to do housework, or scolded for being a rural woman with no tutor or anything.

"Can't you take a basin of water and go back to the house to wash?"

Jia Zhang doesn't care about that much, anyway, she is a mother-in-law, so she can say whatever she wants: "There is no good man in the courtyard, so you should talk less to other men in the future!"

He Yuzhu, who was hiding in the house, listened to Jia Zhang scolding his daughter-in-law outside the house, and sneered: "This old widow, she was a widow when she was young, and she didn't obey women's ways. For two or three catties of noodles, she can sleep with the men nearby. Now I still have the face to teach my daughter-in-law a lesson."

He Yuzhu is "worn in the womb", and when he was just born, he awakened the memory of his previous life.

Therefore, since childhood, He Yuzhu remembered all the big and small things in the courtyard.

Why did Jia Zhang say that there is no good person in the courtyard?

It is because more than ten years ago, after the death of Jia Zhang's man, in order to raise his eldest son Jia Dongxu, Jia Zhang, a powerless woman, became a half-open woman.

Jia Zhang's appearance was fair and clean when he was young, and there were many repeat customers, and his reputation was not small.

The men with two coins in their pockets nearby, and the men who often play with secret doors, basically have an intersection with Jia Zhang.

In this courtyard, people like Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, He Daqing, and Xu Damao's father, Xu Fugui, all had ties to Jia Zhang.

He Yuzhu had heard of these things a long time ago when he was wandering the streets and doing small businesses when he was a child.

Of course, these things were all before the founding of the People's Republic of China.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, after Jia Dongxu went to the rolling mill as an apprentice, Jia Zhang stopped the half-open business, which was regarded as a good one.

It's just that after Jia Zhang became a good student, he didn't really live a clean life.

Some old customers in the courtyard often ask Jia Zhang to make deals in the middle of the night.

This situation has continued to the present.

Last month, when He Yuzhu came back from the outside in the middle of the night, he saw Jia Zhang and a man crawling out of the cellar in the backyard.

Therefore, He Yuzhu despised the Jia family in his heart, why didn't his daughter-in-law Qin Huairu inherit the fine traditions of their Jia family's widows.

Just when He Yuzhu was feeling emotional, the door was pushed open, and a little girl ran in: "Brother, have you cooked yet, I'm almost starving to death!"

"Okay, it's already done."

When He Yuzhu saw his sister came back, he quickly pretended to go to the kitchen, and actually took out five steamed buns, two hot dishes from the cafeteria, and half a pot of porridge from the space.

He Yuzhu set up the bowls and chopsticks, filled a portion of rice, and said to his sister who was washing her hands, "Xiao Shui, you fill the rice first, and I'll send it to the old lady, and I'll eat when I come back."

Chapter 2 The Widow Is Loved

The courtyard house at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang is a large courtyard with three entrances.

Four families lived in the front yard, six families lived in the middle yard, and eight families lived in the back yard.

A total of 70 households with a population of more than [-] people.

There are three uncles elected in the courtyard to mediate the conflicts between neighbors on weekdays.

The third grandpa in the front yard, Yan Fugui, is a primary school teacher, not yet 40 years old, with three sons and a daughter.

Yi Zhonghai, the elder of the Intermediate Court, is a fitter in a steel rolling mill. He is currently in the sixth grade. He is already in his 40s and has no children.