The ups and downs of life in the Siheyuan

Hearing the rebuke from the webmaster, Li Yuan was a little dazed. Usually the management here is not very strict, but as long as the work is done, the webmaster is still very reasonable.

It is precisely because of the management style of the webmaster that this small acquisition site has an active and harmonious atmosphere.

Everyone really has the idea that the buying station is their home. When they are busy, they work overtime without complaining; when they are free, they brag, play chess and drink.

"Okay, Xiao Wang, don't scare Xiao Yuanzi." Uncle Song came over, took the bamboo basket in his hand, and smiled so hard when he saw the ribs inside.

"You little monkey, it's so early in the morning, the snow is heavy, why are you running around?" Stationmaster Wang smiled and stretched his head to look at the basket.

"Not bad! Counting your purchase, we all have extra lunch at noon today. Come and get your tickets later."

Li Yuan and Uncle Wang looked at each other and smiled. It turned out that this was what the webmaster had in mind.

Chen Bing and Liang Zhixiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. They really thought the webmaster was angry just now.

They wanted to shout long live, but seeing the look the webmaster gave them, the two of them retreated into the office.

The offices are divided into one large and one small, with the webmaster's office in the middle. The webmaster also works as a cashier.

Half a year ago, the finance department transferred its work to a grain store near home.

Because Li Yuan is a junior high school student, he temporarily acts as the record-keeper of daily journals. Every week, the superior company will send formal accountants to keep accounts.

The outer room is a large room of more than 30 square meters, which is an office (and rest) place for three people.

To the northwest of the office is the kitchen, next to the small office and connected to the warehouse.

The largest of the entire purchasing station is the cargo yard, which is as big as two basketball courts. It is filled with rotten wood, scrap metal, plastics, toothpaste casings and other junk.

Against the west wall is a three-room warehouse, which stores some useful furniture, newspapers and precious metals, such as some bicycle parts.

Every month, trucks come to the main station to pick up the waste and then send it to various places for recycling.

Looking at the time, it was already past 10 o'clock and there was not a single customer. Everyone had nothing to do but continue chatting.

"Brother, your eyes have been opened. The front door was ajar. The widow Sun was beaten yesterday by her benefactor's daughter-in-law. Her top was torn and all white.

Hey, let me tell you, don’t look at those old ladies who are almost 40 years old. Their skin is so damn white that it will make your eyes dizzy.”

Chen Bing gossiped vividly, while Li Yuan and Liang Zhixiang listened with relish.

The stationmaster next to him was playing chess with Uncle Song, and he was listening with stunned ears at this time.

"Hey! That benefactor can be regarded as a respectable person at the front door. The construction bureau king Mazi has this skill." He gave a thumbs up and shook his head.

"Now we are in ruins, living by doing odd jobs. I didn't expect this grandson to be so good. As soon as he took off his pants, his wife and two brothers blocked him on the bed.

Her two younger brothers gave Wang Mazi a good beating.

Widow Sun was dragged directly to the street by her daughter-in-law. Alas, she was so ashamed that she couldn't live crying at that time."

"Hehe", Liang Zhixiang suddenly burst into inexplicable laughter, startling the two of them.

Seeing the slutty smile on his face, Chen Bing patted him on the shoulder and said, "Smiley hair, look at your slutty look."

Liang Zhixiang immediately stopped smiling and said, "I'm going to cook."

"Don't worry, it's still early," Li Yuan pulled Liang Zhixiang.

"Let me tell you something about Widow Sun when she was young...".

"Three bastards, they clean the house for me when they have nothing to do, and they don't talk about women. These little brats know nothing about women."

The three of them had a good time, took the tools, and started to clean up. To say it's tidying up is more like dealing with it.

The stationmaster is retired and has not faded. The entire scrap collection station is neat, clean and orderly inside and outside. Therefore, the office is always very clean and has been scrubbed in the morning.

At noon, Chen Bing lay down on the only recliner and went to sleep again. Liang Zhixiang put on an apron and started cooking.

Li Yuan in the previous life was actually quite good at cooking, but the reason why he didn't do it was because he was lazy. Although it has no taste, you can eat some.

Not to mention, how did you, a junior high school student, learn cooking skills in this era of material scarcity?

Any unusual person or thing will be watched by the caring people around you.

Li Yuan fell into deep thought under the firelight of the stove.

l His second uncle is a famous chef in the local town. He is good at Northwest cuisine and Sichuan cuisine. He has opened a small restaurant, and he will come to him for weddings and weddings.

During every summer or winter vacation, Li Yuan would work as a cook.

At first, I was greedy. Being a cook could give me the best meat. Therefore, there is often a phenomenon that the cook cannot eat the food after cooking. The reason is that it is smoked.

In fact, everyone should understand the real reason, that is, you need to taste the food when cooking. There is nothing wrong with just picking up a piece of meat and tasting it.

The chef can do it, but the assistant cook should also share the worries of the chef. Therefore, helping in the kitchen is also a good job.

Later, I cooked more and fell in love with cooking.

After entering high school, his second uncle was also a bold person. In addition to plating cold dishes, he also taught Li Yuan how to practice some simple hot dishes.

From heating the pot, adding the seasonings to the heat, the order of serving the dishes, stir-frying techniques, controlling the heat, and the order of adding the seasonings when the pot is out, it is a step-by-step guide.

Later, Li Yuan was basically the chef, and the second uncle became the assistant cook.

At that time, Li Yuan had a certain reputation in countless places around the world.

It's a pity that this kid didn't do his job properly and finally gave up his promising career as a chef and actually got admitted to university.

I remember that the second uncle personally organized the celebration party at that time, and in the end he was so drunk that he fell unconscious.

Li Yuan leaned on the support column next to the stove. Under the illumination of the stove, a tear ran across his reddish face, and then the second drop.

"It's time to eat," Liang Zhixiang's loud voice came from the kitchen.

A crashing sound reached my ears.

"You bastard, you can't afford to lose," Uncle Song's angry voice came over at the same time.

"Old Mr. Song, it's time to eat. I'm not active in eating, and I have a problem with my thinking, hahaha..." As soon as he heard the voice, he knew that the webmaster was cheating again.

Li Yuan quickly touched his face and said with a smile, "Eat meat!".

"Xiao Li, give some to Xiao Wu and his mother-in-law."

"okay!".

At this time, Liang Zhixiang had already prepared the meal to be delivered, a large porcelain bowl, with ribs stewed with potatoes, cabbage, carrots, and potato vermicelli underneath. On top are 5 Erhe noodle steamed buns.

Judging from the color, the ratio of flour to cornmeal is greater than 4:6, which is a bit luxurious in this era.

Li Yuan took another large porcelain bowl handed over by Chef Liang, placed it directly on top of the food, wrapped it in a large towel, tied a knot on it, and put it in a bamboo basket.

"You guys eat first, I'll be right back."

Li Yuan took the bamboo basket, walked out of the scrap collection station, and walked towards a courtyard behind the scrap station.

Courtyard No. 86, Tongluogu Lane, is a courtyard with two entrances. Xiao Wu's family is in the east wing of the backyard.

"Xiao Li, it's snowing so heavily. Are you sending food to Xiaoxia again?"

The speaker was Tong Shangwu, the elder in the courtyard, a retired old man in his 60s and an old fitter at the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill.

"Hey, it's a task assigned by the leader." Li Yuan didn't say much and quickly passed by.

"Uncle Li, you are here. A little girl of about 5 years old with a little thin face opened the door curtain and wanted to run over, but when she looked at the deep snow, she stopped on the threshold again with an eager look on her face.

Later, a young woman about 35 years old came out and said, "Xiao Li, here we come!"