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Optical calligraphy tablets, Zhou family,

Uncle Zhao has already arrived here, with a cigarette rod in his mouth and a thoughtful look on his face.

Looking at him, his mother Li Suhua couldn't help but said: "Have you really decided, Lao Zhao?"

"Oh, there's nothing we can do about it. Let's go back while there are still a few acres of farmland in the village! This city is not a place for people like us!"

Shaking his head bitterly, Uncle Zhao's face was filled with sighs.

His hometown is a village near Jichun. When he was young, he went to the city and planned to fight for it. But now, apart from being injured, all he has left is a three-bedroom bungalow a hundred meters away from Zhou's house.

He built this himself back then. Although it was all made of adobe, it was considered solid.

Now my son and daughter-in-law are forced to return to the village because they cannot find jobs in the city.

What can he do? Stay here alone?

Forget it, you are already at this age, go back as soon as possible, whether it is to return the fallen leaves to their roots, or to entertain the grandchildren...

"Since you said so, fine, I'll tell Bingkun when he comes back!"

Seeing the neighbor who had been with him for a long time say this, Li Suhua couldn't help but nod.

Nowadays, if there is any family that can spend money to "buy a house" in optical film, it must be the Zhou family.

After all, in this era where you don’t always have enough to eat, Zhou Bingkun is the only one left to eat white noodles and meat.

"Wow!"

The door was opened, and the wind and snow blew in, dispelling the stuffy heat in the house.

Wearing a hat and a military coat, Zhou Bingkun said: "Uncle Zhao, we are chatting!"

"Bingkun, your Uncle Zhao and I have already discussed it. What do you think of the price?"

Looking at Zhou Bingkun, Li Suhua couldn't help but worry on her face: "If you don't have enough money, mom has it here!"

"Don't worry, Mom, I've been working for a few years and I have savings!"

Looking at Uncle Zhao, Zhou Bingkun laughed,

"Let's do this. I won't raise the price. Three bedrooms plus the front and back of the house total 200 square meters. You can pay 600 square meters!"

While smoking his cigarette, Uncle Zhao thought for a moment and then spoke immediately,

Nowadays, a house with a flat-screen printing costs one to two hundred per square meter. Uncle Zhao really didn’t deceive him with this price.

He came to Guangzi Film earlier than his father Zhou Zhigang, and was one of the first people.

Hearing this, Zhou Bingkun nodded and said, "Sure, I have no problem with this price. Let's go find the street tomorrow!"

In this day and age, there is no such thing as private buying and selling of houses.

I can only write down the explanation on the street and in the presence of witnesses from all parties.

Otherwise, it won’t look good if we pull each other off in the future.

But Zhou Bingkun was not afraid. During the "Sixteen Kingdoms" period, he specialized in dealing with all kinds of dissatisfaction.

What's more, Uncle Zhao is a neighbor who has been with his parents for more than 20 years. He already knows what kind of person he is.

The next day, under the witness of the director of the sub-district office, Uncle Zhao wrote a loan note and the mortgage was a three-bedroom house.

After finishing everything, Zheng Juan and Zhou Bingkun left the street office.

Walking on the street, Zheng Juan helped Zhou Bingkun tidy up his hat and said, "Why do you want to buy a house? Isn't our house enough to live in?"

Looking at Zheng Juan's distressed expression for Qian, Zhou Bingkun stretched out his hand, put it on her nose and said, "That's enough now, what will we do in the future? You want to give me seven or eight sons!"

"What are you talking about! What seven or eight, you think I'm a pig!"

Raising her fist shyly, Zheng Juan hit him on the shoulder,

Looking at Zheng Juan, Zhou Bingkun said with a smile: "My brother didn't come back this year, and there is no longer enough room at home. What will we do in the future? So if you buy a house early, you don't have to worry about it in the future!"

"Okay, I'll listen to you!"

After hearing Zhou Bingkun's explanation, Zheng Juan nodded,

Looking at Zheng Juan, Zhou Bingkun smiled and said, "Daughter-in-law!"

"What's the matter?"

Looking at Zhou Bingkun curiously, Zheng Juan blinked in confusion, her eyelashes flickering.

Holding Zheng Juan's arm, Zhou Bingkun said softly: "Let's go home!"

As if aware of Zhou Bingkun's evil intentions, Zheng Juan quickly broke away and said: "Qianha, it's on the street!"

"Isn't this certified? It's legal!"

Pulling Zheng Juan, Zhou Bingkun laughed,

"You can't do this even if it's legal, it's so embarrassing!"

Looking at Zhou Bingkun with a blush, Zheng Juan trotted away and said, "I'm going to see Guangming! I'll give it to you tonight!"

Looking at Zheng Juan's back, Zhou Bingkun said with a bad smile: "Hehe!"

The next day, a refreshed Zhou Bingkun came to the lumber factory.

He started training two years ago and is now extremely comfortable.

Master Li Bengu died before he and Zheng Juan got married because he ran out of oil and lamps.

However, he left all his "connections" to Zhou Bingkun.

Before he died, he held Zhou Bingkun's hand and said: "I have no children or daughters in my life, but I have had many apprentices, but you are the only one who can pass on the legacy, Bingkun, don't let the taste disappear from your hands. ....."

When he came to the kitchen, Zhou Bingkun was struck by the thought of the chair where his master always sat drinking tea.

After three years of training, with the help of "God rewards hard work", his cooking skills have reached the level of "Master".

In terms of style, he dare not say that he can compete with state banquet chefs, but when it comes to Northern cuisine, he dares to say that anyone who can compete with him will do it.

From helping people prepare wedding banquets at the beginning, to now welcoming and sending off Li Jianguo,

Anyone who has tasted Zhou Bingkun’s cooking skills will not want to eat it a second time.

Sitting on the master's chair, Zhou Bingkun now also has a disciple.

A relatively "honest" young man,

Being a chef is no different than other professions. It requires daily training.

Cleverness and talent may make you successful quickly, but if you lose your gradual efforts, your cooking skills will also tell you what you have let down.

"master!"

Arriving in front of Zhou Bingkun, the eldest disciple Luo Jianbing was holding hot tea.

This is Li Jianguo's wife, who is also the brother of Zhou Bingkun's "sister-in-law".

He was originally assigned other jobs, but after eating a dish cooked by Zhou Bingkun once, he wanted to learn it wholeheartedly.

There was no other way. Under his wife's coercion and inducement, Li Jianguo could only lick his face and set up a "Hongmen Banquet".

Looking at Luo Jianbing, whose eyes sparkle whenever he learns to cook, Zhou Bingkun also felt dull for a while. Maybe this kind of person is the true love for cooking, right?

"Go, cut the pier!"

After ordering Luo Jianbing, Zhou Bingkun opened his mouth with hot tea.

"Okay, Master!"

After hearing Zhou Bingkun's words, Luo Jianbing quickly picked up the kitchen knife and started working.

Coming to his side, Zhou Bingkun looked at his cutting techniques and immediately began to teach him,

There are various dishes and their preparation methods, some of which are secrets that are not passed down.

Otherwise, do you think being a chef is that simple? I'll give you a bear's paw, can you handle it?

"Cut along it first. Do you see the veins? Here they are!"

Guiding Luo Jianbing, Zhou Bingkun began to enjoy the feeling of being a teacher. It was so refreshing.

At noon, I came to the Labor and Employment Department,

Zhou Bingkun looked at Director Wang and said, "Uncle Wang, please help me!"

"Say! If there is anything that my uncle can handle, I will definitely help you handle it!"

Looking at Zhou Bingkun, Director Wang’s face was full of smiles,

Because of Zhou Bingkun’s current cooking skills, there would be a long queue to treat him.

Director Wang also managed to secure several "leaders" and was about to be promoted to the position of director of the supply and marketing cooperative in the district.

"Hey, don't I want to repair a house? See, can I get these things?"

After making a list, Zhou Bingkun handed it to Director Wang.

After looking at the list, Director Wang said in surprise: "Good boy, these things of yours are not easy to handle!"

Looking at the cement, steel bars and other materials, Director Wang laughed,

"Isn't it up to you, uncle? I just got married, and the house at home is not enough to live in. Don't you plan to build a house?"

Looking at Director Wang, Zhou Bingkun laughed,

Looking at Zhou Bingkun angrily, Director Wang rolled his eyes and said, "You kid, this is your fault. I'll give you a call this afternoon. The steel factory happens to have unplanned supplies. Remember to give them to me when the time comes." People cook a meal!”

"One meal is not enough, at least two meals!"

Looking at Director Wang happily, Zhou Bingkun laughed,

In fact, he could ask his elder brother Li Jianguo to handle it, and it would be easier, but such a small thing is too troublesome.