Siheyuan: Being a fisherman in 1962

"I already have some ideas about the election of the cafeteria manager." Chen Fei said.

The factory manager nodded and said, "Tell me about it."

"I think that the candidate for the canteen manager, in addition to having strong professional abilities, must also have good interpersonal relationships and good character." Chen Fei said it in a high-sounding manner, but his words were sharp.

Sha Zhu's heart moved. Could it be that Chen Fei was targeting him?

All I could do was keep calm and wait and see what happened.

"Yes, your suggestion is very pertinent." The factory director praised, "So, do you have a suitable candidate in mind?"

"In fact, I already have someone in mind. This person is not only professionally capable, but also very popular. What's more, he is upright and selfless. I think he is the perfect candidate for the canteen manager."

After saying that, he looked at Sha Zhu, his eyes full of joy.

Standing aside, Sha Zhu saw Chen Fei talking freely, but his heart was filled with ups and downs.

I originally thought that the position of canteen manager would belong to me, but unexpectedly, someone unexpectedly showed up. Could it be that Chen Fei was the only choice?

He was proud of his cooking skills and good relationships with people, so how could he expect to be defeated by Fade Chen?

After hearing Chen Fei's proposal, the factory director raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was weighing the pros and cons.

Sha Zhu was anxious, but he could only wait for the result.

"Are you talking about yourself?" the factory director suddenly asked, with a hint of joking in his words.

"You are very observant. Yes, I am recommending myself for this position."

The factory manager nodded, his eyes moving back and forth between Sha Zhu and Fade Chen.

I have already made up my mind, but since both of them are capable men, it is difficult to choose between them.

"This matter is of great importance and requires long-term consideration." The factory director said slowly, as if leaving room for the two.

After saying that, the factory manager left, and his once good friend seemed like a stranger.

"Do you dare to compete with me in cooking?" Chen Fei's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone.

Seeing Sha Zhu's unconvinced look, Fade Chen could only challenge him to a competition.

Sha Zhu is a famous chef in the steel rolling mill with superb skills and extraordinary courage.

Hearing Chen Fei's challenge, he was stunned at first, and then burst into laughter: "Did you take the wrong medicine, kid? Do you think you can compete with me in cooking?"

"Whether I'm worthy or not is not up to you to decide. What I want is a fair fight, so that everyone can see who is the real cooking master." Chen Fei raised a sneer, walked in front of Sha Zhu, and looked directly into his eyes.

His expression changed slightly. He didn't expect Chen Fei to be so serious.

But how could he be defeated by a brat like Fade Chen?

"Okay, I promise you. Tomorrow night, we will set up the ring here and compete!"

Fade Chen nodded, turned and left, his back seemed to be supported by an invisible force.

That night, no one in the courtyard could sleep well.

Everyone is looking forward to tomorrow and the unprecedented cooking showdown.

Chen Fei, on the other hand, was silently preparing in the room. This battle concerned his dignity and future.

In a corner of the factory cafeteria, the factory director and Deputy Director Zhu sat around a table, both with expressions of curiosity and anticipation on their faces.

The cafeteria was bustling with noise, but the two factory leaders were only focused on the scene before them.

Chen Fei and Sha Zhu were seen standing in front of the stove, as if they were having a silent contest.

The lights in the cafeteria cast mottled shadows on them, adding a sense of mystery and solemnity to them.

"What are you doing? Why are you suddenly competing with Sha Zhu in cooking skills?"

"I think the food in our factory needs to be improved, so I want to compete with Sha Zhu to see who can make better dishes."

Deputy Director Zhu stroked his chin with an interested look on his face. "Oh? That's something new. Should we be the judges to see whose dish is better?"

Chen Fei nodded, with a smug smile on his face: "That's exactly what I meant. Director, Deputy Director Zhu, you will serve as judges and witnesses."

The factory manager looked at the chef next to him, then looked at Fade Chen, nodded, and said, "Okay, then we will be the judges. But, what dish are you going to compete in?"

Fade Chen smiled and pointed at the ingredients on the stove: "Let's stir-fry some vegetables and fried rice. It's simple but it tests your basic skills."

The factory director and Deputy Factory Director Zhu looked at each other and saw the interest in each other's eyes.

This cooking competition seemed to be more interesting than they had imagined.

After Chen Fei proposed the cooking competition, the atmosphere in the cafeteria instantly became tense.

Sha Zhu, who was standing opposite Chen Fei, had a disdainful smile on his face, as if he sneered at Chen Fei's choice.

"Stir-fried vegetables and fried rice? Such childish dishes are worthy of being called a competition?" Sha Zhu shook his head contemptuously and pulled out an exquisite ancestral knife from his waist. The blade flashed coldly under the light.

When the game started, Fade Chen just smiled faintly, picked up an ordinary kitchen knife from the side, and gently stroked the blade, as if communicating with it.

The movements were graceful and calm, as if they were performing a sacred ritual.

Sha Zhu quickly devoted himself to cooking, the knife in his hand flying around like a dancing elf.

The movements were fast and precise, and every cut was just right.

However, Chen Fei seemed unhurried, chopping the vegetables carefully as if he was carving a piece of art.

Soon, Sha Zhu was the first to finish stir-frying the vegetables.

He proudly brought the dishes to the factory director and others, with a confident smile on his face.

The factory director and Deputy Factory Director Zhu took a bite and had complicated expressions on their faces.

"These vegetables are fried quite quickly, but the taste..." The factory director frowned, seeming to be embarrassed to speak.

Deputy Director Zhu also nodded, indicating that he agreed with the director's evaluation.

Their reactions made the smile on Shazhu's face gradually freeze. He looked at his own work in disbelief, as if he couldn't accept this fact.

At this time, Fade Chen also finished his stir-fried vegetables.

When the dishes were served on the table, a fresh fragrance immediately hit our noses.

The green vegetables are so juicy and green that they make people hungry just by looking at them.

The factory director and deputy director Zhu couldn't wait to take a bite, and their eyes lit up immediately.

"These vegetables...are so delicious!" the factory director couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Deputy Director Zhu also nodded repeatedly to show his agreement.

Their reactions made Sha Zhu's face turn pale. He couldn't accept the fact that his ancestral cooking skills were not as good as Chen Fei's.

Amid the hustle and bustle of the cafeteria, the comments of the factory director and Deputy Factory Director Zhu weighed on Sha Zhu's heart like a heavy stone.

He was a skilled chef, but at this moment he tasted the taste of failure.

That plate of egg fried rice that received mediocre reviews from everyone seemed to have become an indelible shame in his heart.

I can't understand why Chen Fei can make dishes that are more delicious than mine.

It seems as if there is a layer of fog shrouding my heart.

But Chen Fei didn't seem to be affected at all, and calmly began to prepare his fried rice.

She carefully selected the ingredients, and every movement seemed elegant and calm, as if she had already secured victory.

When Chen Fei started to make fried rice, the whole cafeteria seemed to fall silent.

The movements are smooth and natural, and every step is just right.

The flames danced across the bottom of the wok, blending the egg and rice perfectly together.

As the shovel turns, an enticing aroma wafts to your nose, making you salivate.

The factory director and Deputy Factory Director Zhu watched Chen Fei's cooking process with surprise and admiration in their eyes.

I have never seen such exquisite cooking skills, as if every movement is full of art.

Sha Zhu stood aside with a sullen face, his heart filled with jealousy.

Finally, Chen Fei's egg fried rice was done.

When the dishes were served on the table, the whole cafeteria was immediately in an uproar.

That plate of golden and fragrant egg fried rice seems like a perfect work of art.

The factory director and Deputy Factory Director Zhu couldn't wait to take a bite. Their eyes immediately lit up and a satisfied smile appeared on their faces.

At this moment, Sha Zhu's face turned pale.

He couldn't accept the fact that his cooking skills were easily defeated by Fade Chen.