Siheyuan: Being a fisherman in 1962

The kitchen returned to silence, with only Chen Fei and Sha Zhu left.

Sha Zhu looked at the table full of leftovers, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes: "Will the leaders think we are too wasteful?"

"You are wrong. What is wasted is not the food, but the people's hearts. What the leaders value is our craftsmanship and dedication. As long as we do it with our heart, they will naturally feel it."

Sha Zhu nodded as if he understood, and his worries were slightly relieved.

He knew that Chen Fei could always use the simplest principles to solve the doubts in his heart.

After they cleaned up the dishes, Fade Chen looked at the time and it was almost afternoon.

"Let's go back to the hospital and take care of Qin Huairu first. I'll take care of here." Chen Fei said softly.

Sha Zhu hesitated for a moment, but nodded, turned and left.

Chen Fei, who was left alone in the kitchen, quickly put the kitchen utensils back in place and put away the remaining ingredients.

The whole kitchen became well organized in his hands, as if every item had found its own place.

Just as he was about to deal with the garbage, he suddenly heard footsteps. He looked up and saw his leader walking in with a smile on his face.

"Chen Fei, your cooking skills are really good. Everyone praises you highly." The leader said straight to the point.

Chen Fei smiled slightly and said modestly: "Thank you for the compliment, leader."

The leader waved his hand, signaling Chen Fei to be polite: "I heard that you have a unique set of skills in cooking, can you share them with me?"

Chen Fei's heart moved, knowing that this was a further assessment of him by his leader.

After a moment's silence, he nodded: "Actually there is no special technique. I just cook every dish with my heart and present the best taste to the guests."

"It's a good idea to do it with all your heart. But I heard that you have a secret seasoning that can make the dishes taste even better?" After hearing this, the leader's eyes flashed with appreciation.

The leader has become interested in his secret seasoning.

"Yes, I do have a secret seasoning. However, the recipe of this seasoning was passed down from my ancestors and cannot be easily revealed to others."

The leader didn't seem surprised by Fade Chen's answer and smiled: "I understand your concerns. However, if you are willing, can you let me taste the taste of this secret seasoning? Perhaps we can discuss the possibility of cooperation."

This is a rare opportunity.

After a brief thought, he nodded and said, "Okay, leader. I can let you taste the seasoning, but please don't reveal its formula to others."

The leader readily agreed, and Fade Chen took out the secret seasoning and carefully added it to a newly made dish.

Soon, the aroma of the dishes filled the entire kitchen, making people salivate.

The atmosphere in the kitchen suddenly became tense.

The leader's expression turned serious, and his comrades also frowned and looked at Chen Fei with dissatisfaction.

"This is not right. We just want to try your secret seasoning, not to steal your recipe. Why are you so stingy?" a comrade said dissatisfiedly.

"Dear leaders, I understand your curiosity and expectations. But this secret seasoning was passed down from my ancestors. It is not just a recipe, but also a heritage and belief. I cannot easily reveal it to others, which is disrespectful to my ancestors."

The leader was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke: "I understand your persistence. As a chef, you have a deep affection for your craft and heritage. But at the same time, you should also understand that sometimes sharing and cooperation can bring greater success."

"What the leader said makes sense. But I believe that real deliciousness is made with heart, not by relying on a recipe. I will use my skills and hard work to bring you better taste."

"Good! I admire your attitude and cooking skills. You made today's lunch very successfully and added a lot of color to our party."

After saying that, the leader turned and left, and his comrades followed him.

Fade Chen breathed a sigh of relief, and the tension in his heart gradually dissipated.

After the leader left, the kitchen returned to peace.

Chen Fei gently stroked the pots and pans on the stove, feeling an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

"Chen Fei, get in the car quickly. You used to be a chef, but now you are the deputy factory director. It's time for you to enjoy high treatment."

When we arrived at the courtyard, we heard a commotion outside the door.

The neighbors leaned out and looked at the unusual car curiously.

When he saw Chen Fei walking out of the kitchen and preparing to get in the car, his eyes were filled with surprise and envy.

"Chen Fei, what happened to you? Why did you suddenly get into such a luxurious car?" a neighbor couldn't help but ask.

Chen Fei smiled slightly, without further explanation, and simply said: "It was arranged by the leader. Let me go back and rest."

The neighbors looked at each other in bewilderment. They only knew that Chen Fei worked in the cafeteria, but had never thought that he would have such an honor to be able to take a special car home.

The second uncle saw this scene and his face suddenly became gloomy.

Ever since the "stealing" film incident, his reputation in the hospital has plummeted, and his former status and dignity have disappeared.

Now seeing Chen Fei being so successful, his heart was filled with jealousy and resentment.

Chen Fei sat in the special car, looking at the scene in the courtyard through the car window, but his heart was calm.

The ups and downs of life are normal. Only by maintaining a normal mind can we cope with various challenges and changes.

The second uncle stood at the gate of the courtyard, looking at the direction where Chen Fei left, with an indescribable anger and jealousy welling up in his heart, as if he was being pulled by an invisible force, driving him towards an unknown direction.

Turning back into the house, he took out an old iron box from the wooden box under the bed and opened it carefully.

There were neatly stacked stacks of banknotes in the iron box. These were the private money he had saved over the years.

As he stroked the banknotes, he felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if this money was his only hope to change his destiny.

He decided to take action.

I walked out of the house, crossed the noisy street, and came to a bicycle repair stall.

The old man at the stall was busy repairing a bicycle. When he saw someone coming, he raised his head and greeted him warmly: "Uncle, do you want to repair your bicycle or buy parts?"

The second uncle hesitated for a moment, and finally asked: "Do you have any second-hand bicycles here? I want to see them."

The old man nodded, pointed to a slightly worn-out bicycle next to him and said, "This is it. What do you think of it?"

The second uncle walked up and looked at the bicycle carefully.

Although a bit old, it looks pretty sturdy.

I suddenly thought that this might be a good choice.

"How much?" he asked.

The old man held up two fingers: "Two hundred and eight."

The second uncle was stunned when he heard this. This price was much higher than he expected.

He frowned and said hesitantly, "This price is a bit high, can it be cheaper?"

The old man shook his head and explained, "Uncle, this bicycle is a little old, but it's absolutely fine to ride. Two hundred and eighty is already the lowest price. If you think it's suitable, buy it. If not, I can help you find another one."

After pondering for a moment, the second uncle's eyes moved over the shabby bicycle, as if weighing the pros and cons.

The price of two hundred and eighty yuan is not a small amount for him, but if he can take this opportunity to change his destiny, why not do it?