Siheyuan: Married a female spy at the beginning of 1944

"I paid the rent. I told you not to have any bad ideas. I'm not a pushover."

Li Wanqiu has always been on guard against He Daqing.

She didn't sleep well last night because she was afraid that He Daqing would pounce on her in the middle of the night.

"How about this, you sleep on this broken board and I sleep on the bed?"

He Daqing said this to mean that you can rest assured that I have no intentions towards you, I just want to sleep more comfortably.

"Why? You can sleep wherever you want. If you don't want to, go out and find a place yourself.

I have already rented this house, and letting you sleep here is just out of pity for you."

Seeing that Li Wanqiu really didn't want to give in, He Daqing didn't force her.

He spread the wooden board on the ground again and fell asleep in a daze.

The next morning, He Daqing went out again to buy some steamed buns.

But the price of steamed buns has increased a lot compared to yesterday.

If the market price continues like this, the little money in his pocket probably won't last long.

It seems that I have to hurry up and make extra money.

After breakfast in the morning, He Daqing went to work.

Following the route I took yesterday, I found the Tan Mansion.

Then knock on the door.

The person who opened the door was a man in his forties whom He Daqing did not recognize.

I just have a vague feeling that this person's surname seems to be Wu.

He asked tentatively

"Morning, Master Wu?"

The sound is a bit low, and if the environment is noisy, others may not be able to hear it clearly.

"Morning, Master He. How are things going at home?"

He Daqing breathed a sigh of relief. From the sound of it, it seemed that he had called the right thing.

It seems that the original owner's memory has some influence on him now.

“It’s been dealt with. Alas, it’s so difficult to live a peaceful life these days.

No one knows how long they will live.”

Master Wu also sighed.

"We are still relatively lucky, as we have the cooking skills of the Tan family cuisine to support us.

Look outside, how many restaurants are closed and how many chefs can’t even find a job.

As the old saying goes, a famine will not kill a cook. In my opinion, if this continues, the cook will starve to death. "

Chef Wu is the chef of Tan’s cuisine.

The main job of the chef is to make pastries and most of the time he does not participate in cooking.

The original He Daqing mainly studied Hong'an.

Each of them is responsible for one aspect.

There is usually no conflict.

There is also a chef in charge of cold dishes, and another chef in charge of the hot dishes.

Now the other two masters have asked for leave, leaving only He Daqing and Master Wu.

He Daqing followed Master Wu to the kitchen.

Met Miss Tan.

"Master He, this is today's menu. The ingredients were just delivered this morning. Do you think there's anything missing?"

Miss Tan didn't talk about anything with He Daqing and just handed the order to him.

He Daqing took the list and looked at the dishes on it.

Then I compared it with the existing materials.

"Miss, there should be enough ingredients. Don't worry, I will be able to prepare all the dishes in the evening."

"Okay, let's start preparing."

After Miss Tan finished her instructions, she left the kitchen.

He Daqing began to prepare the materials step by step.

By noon, the preliminary work for cooking has basically been completed.

During lunch, He Daqing realized why he stole cornmeal instead of white flour into his home.

Because their working meal is cornmeal.

These cornmeal pancakes are made by Master Wu himself.

He Daqing made a potato soup and added a plate of pickles.

As for Miss Tan, a bowl of noodles was specially ordered and sent to her room.

"Master Wu, who is coming to eat today? These things are not easy to prepare.

After the Japanese came, I have hardly seen this kind of food.

I haven’t seen shark fins, bird’s nests, sea cucumbers, and bird’s nests in such good quality in years.

The person having dinner must be someone very important.”

Master Wu casually took two bites of the cornmeal cake and put it down.

According to his habit, he didn't plan to eat this pancake and would take it back home when he got off work.

He makes plain pastry, and when it comes out of the pot, just a few bites will fill you up.

The situation of chef He Daqing is similar to his. He always tastes the food before it comes out of the pot.

So in most cases, he doesn’t eat much of the work meals and mostly takes them home.

This working meal is mainly prepared for the servants of the Tan Mansion.

A total of four people.

Two men and two women.

"He's quite an important figure. The police chief, his last name seems to be Cui. It is said that he invited the Japanese to dinner."

"Invite the Japanese to dinner?"

He Daqing felt a little unhappy. He had not yet let the Japanese serve him, but now he had to serve the Japanese first.

"Well, we have had quite a few officials come here, and quite a few Japanese devils come here too.

If it weren't for them, where would our young lady get so many ingredients?"

Chef Wu doesn't care at all about who he cooks for.

As long as I get paid and have food to eat, that's enough.

He Daqing was somewhat moved.

He killed two Japanese soldiers and gained 200 experience points. If he killed a Japanese officer, would he get more experience points?

But we can’t do it at the Tan Mansion.

After dinner, He Daqing prepared all the things that needed to be steamed for a long time.

Then we started making cold dishes.

Under normal circumstances, there should be a dedicated cold dish chef.

But the cold dish chef is not here, so He Daqing has to make it himself.

It was around three in the afternoon when we finally finished, and by then the guests had arrived.

"Mr. Miyauchi, Mr. Kouchi, please come in."

As the host, Cui Jianchu led the two people into the restaurant with ease.

Then he let Gongnei sit in the main seat, and he himself sat near the door.

"Cui Sang, is the food here delicious?"

The puppy's Chinese is very poor, and the language he speaks is the language he learned from intensive training in the Japanese army.

The purpose is to communicate with the Chinese.

Under normal circumstances, the puppy should be able to speak Chinese long ago.

But he is not very humble and seriously looks down on Chinese people.

So even though he could understand Chinese, he didn't want to learn it at all.

It's enough for him to communicate normally. If his subordinates don't understand what he says, he will slap them.

Cui Jianchu patted his chest and assured: "Little Dog Sang, here, I have status, I will receive you."

Cui Jianchu also knew the puppy's problem, so when he spoke, he followed the puppy's habits.

"Director Cui, you don't have to talk like that, just speak normally. Xiaoquan, how come your Chinese hasn't improved at all in the past few years?

If this continues, you should return to the army.

The detective team is supposed to deal with Chinese people, but you can't even speak Chinese clearly.

It’s really rubbish.”

Hearing the reprimand from the palace, the puppy stood at attention very respectfully and bowed his head.

The attitude is very good.

"Brother-in-law, I understand. I will definitely work hard to learn Chinese." (Japanese)

"Don't call me brother-in-law outside. Either address me by my title or Mr." (Japanese)

"Yes, Master." (Japanese)

Seeing that both of them were communicating in Japanese, Cui Jianchu simply switched to Japanese as well.

“Mr. Miyauchi, Mr. Kouchi, this is a relatively private place.

It's different from other restaurants. You two can just treat this place as your own home.

Don't be shy" (Japanese)

Cui Jianchu is a foreign student studying in Japan and has been working for the Japanese for many years.

After returning from studying abroad, he first worked in the Nationalist government.

Later he was transferred to become the police chief of Jinan.

Later, when the Japanese came, he directly became the director of the Shandong Police Department.

He was transferred to Beijing only last year and took up the post of director of the Beijing Police Department.