Siheyuan: Forced to exchange rooms with Qin Huairu at the beginning

The next morning, Zhang Zhiqiang still sent Ran Qiuye to Hongxing Primary School.

The difference is that this time Ran Qiuye was not embarrassed and spoke to Zhang Zhiqiang frankly.

The truth is, there's nothing to be embarrassed about letting your man take you to work.

Then Zhang Zhiqiang rode his bike to the steel mill alone, as he also had to go to work.

the other side.

Sha Zhu came to the kitchen, ready to make fun of Hao Benzhi.

In Sha Zhu's opinion, since Hao Benzhi did not ask him to go back yesterday, the reception must have failed. Even if it had, the food would definitely not be as delicious as what he cooked.

Is there any need to think about the final result? It must be that Hao Benzhi was severely reprimanded by his leader.

"How was your day yesterday 'good job'?"

After a while, Sha Zhu saw Director Hao and approached him and said in a mean way.

"Hey, Shazhu, thanks to you, I'm doing great."

When Hao Benzhi saw that it was Sha Zhu, he didn't even look at him. He just responded casually and left.

"Tsk, why are you pretending?"

At this time, Sha Zhu was even more certain that Hao Benzhi must have been scolded, and he went to the kitchen triumphantly.

"Fatty, make me a cup of tea."

"Okay, master."

The fat man took out the cup that Sha Zhu used specially, grabbed a handful of tea leaves, and made a cup of tea.

"Master, the tea is ready. Be careful, it's hot."

The fat man handed the tea to Sha Zhu with a smile on his face.

"Ah."

"Slurp~Pah!"

Sha Zhu took a sip from the edge of the cup so that it wouldn't be hot.

"Fatty, tell me how the leader scolded 'good ability' yesterday."

Shazhu sat in a comfortable position, ready to listen to the story.

"Ah? Director Hao wasn't scolded."

The fat man was stunned for a moment. He didn't know what Sha Zhu was talking about and why Director Hao was being scolded.

"Huh? The boss didn't come to dinner yesterday?"

Sha Zhu asked with a frown.

"Here he comes."

"What did they eat?"

“Dish.”

“Who cooked the meal?”

"Master Zhang."

Sha Zhu thought about all the chefs in the eight canteens, but there was not one with the surname Zhang.

"Which Chef Zhang? Is there a chef named Zhang in our factory?"

Silly Zhu asked doubtfully.

"No, it's Master Zhang Zhiqiang, a level 6 fitter."

The fat man was very honest in front of Sha Zhu and answered whatever was asked.

"Zhang Zhiqiang? He's just a fitter, but he can also cook?"

"It would be strange if the leader liked to eat it."

Even Sha Zhu could feel Zhang Zhiqiang's excellence. He was a level 6 fitter at such a young age. Zhang Zhiqiang was unique.

But when it comes to cooking, Shazhu has never been better than anyone.

"In fact, Chef Zhang is also good at cooking. The leader was very satisfied with the meal."

Ma Hua, who was cutting vegetables, looked up and said.

His family was not well off and he depended on his elderly mother for support, so he had no chance to try those meat dishes.

So after returning home last night, Ma Hua tried to make a dish of spicy and sour shredded potatoes.

Ma Hua's old mother ate the food with tears in her eyes, and kept saying that it was delicious. She asked Ma Hua to learn cooking from Sha Zhu.

The fact proved that it was not that he could not learn, but that Shazhu simply did not want to teach him. Last night, Ma Hua’s mind was filled with Zhang Zhiqiang’s words.

For a good chef, seasoning and heat are the basis.

Your mother has been cutting vegetables for decades. Has she developed any cooking skills?

Ma Hua was too embarrassed to say at home that this dish was not taught by Sha Zhu at all.

I have been apprenticing to my master for almost three years, but he never taught me how to cook a single dish.

Zhang Zhiqiang, who was almost a stranger to me when we first met, taught me eight dishes in one afternoon.

How ironic it sounds.

So when Sha Zhu talked about Zhang Zhiqiang, Ma Hua couldn't help but retort.

"Ma Hua, what are you talking about?"

When Sha Zhu heard what Ma Hua said, he became furious and stood up to beat Ma Hua.

"Hey, Shazhu, you have such a bad temper. You want to hit someone right here in the factory?"

Liu Lan came in after picking vegetables and saw this scene, and couldn't help but sneer.

"Shut up! When will it be your turn to interrupt me when I'm teaching my apprentice a lesson?"

Sha Zhu roared.

"you……"

Liu Lan paused, mainly because what Sha Zhu said was right.

Now Ma Hua is still Sha Zhu's apprentice. It is natural for a master to teach his apprentice, just like a father teaching his son. No one will care.

"Chef Zhang's cooking is just better than yours."

Liu Lan muttered something and continued to busy herself with her own business. After all, Sha Zhu couldn't do anything to her.

"Goodbye Master, why are you so angry so early in the morning?"

"Everyone knows that you are the best chef in the factory. Those workers like to go to the second canteen for meals."

The fat man pulled Shazhu to sit down and advised him.

"Yes, that's right. Zhang Zhiqiang is good at machines. Can he make these pots and pans turn?"

"In my opinion, Zhang Zhiqiang is only good at benchwork. As for his cooking skills, what abilities does he have?"

Sha Zhu kept belittling Zhang Zhiqiang.

I feel that Zhang Zhiqiang is really going too far. Now he is trying to steal my job. You know, there is a lot of money in being a host.

He even dared to take away half of the chicken, and yesterday he did it to teach Hao Benzhi a lesson, but what was the result? Zhang Zhiqiang intervened and his plan failed.

The fat guy was good at talking and just a few words made Shazhu smile happily.

The fat guy no longer had to cut vegetables and just chatted with Sha Zhu.

"Master He, it's time to start cooking."

Master Song walked in and said to Sha Zhu.

"Row."

Sha Zhu stood up, stretched, and prepared to start cooking.

Sha Zhu washed his hands first, checked the cut vegetables and seasonings, and then prepared to cook.

"Okay, you all go out."

Sha Zhu waved his hand and prepared to let the few people leave quickly, fearing that they would steal his skills.

"Master, can you let us see you cook a big pot dish today?"

Ma Hua couldn't help but say that it had been almost three years and Sha Zhu had never let him see any of the dishes for receptions, let alone the dishes from the big pot.

"Yes, Master, can you let us take a look? It will definitely not affect your cooking."

The fat man also asked expectantly.

"What are you looking at? You want to watch the cooking when the vegetables are already cut, get out now."

Sha Zhu didn't expect that his two disciples would dare to refute him, and said angrily.

"Master, can cutting vegetables really help you develop your cooking skills?"

The fat man asked doubtfully.

"Of course. How can I, a master, deceive you?"

Sha Zhu said as a matter of course.

"Then why is it that my mom has been cutting vegetables and cooking at home for decades but the food is still so bad?"

The fat man continued to ask, this was also a question he couldn't figure out.

"this."

Shazhu was stunned. How should he answer this? Knife skills are indeed the basis, but it does not really help in cooking.

"Get out now, are you doubting me?"

Speechless, Sha Zhu drove several people out, which was clearly a guilty intention.

"Ma Hua, Fatty, I think you two should make plans early."

"Shazhu is very smart. You won't learn anything from him."

Liu Lan advised.

The looks of Ma Hua and the fat man also changed. What Liu Lan said was right. It has been a few years, and Sha Zhu looked like he had no intention of teaching them properly.