Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

"Let me take you to change your clothes."

"Really?!"

Qin Jingru was curious about everything in the city.

The first time I heard about the city was when my cousin Qin Huairu got married and moved to the city.

She still remembers the day when her brother-in-law came to propose marriage. She heard from others that he gave her ten yuan as a betrothal gift.

My God, that's ten dollars!

Their entire family doesn't earn that much in a year.

Especially three years ago, the days were not like those of human beings. Her family was better off, but Shuisheng from Erlaizi's family in the same village starved to death. This was a huge blow to her. Therefore, no matter what, she wanted to marry to the city. People said that after marrying to the city, she would not be hungry, and could eat commercial grain, and she would never starve to death for several lifetimes.

When Qin Huairu mentioned this, she was the first one to agree.

After arriving in the city.

She found that the city did not disappoint her.

The road was dust-free, and there were 28-ton trucks coming and going on it. She counted on her fingers and found that her family, no, her village might not be able to afford so many 28-ton trucks as these she saw along the way, even if they worked for a hundred years.

Young people, when they arrive in a new place, always have some strange conversion units in their minds.

The surprise did not end there. When she followed Cao Wei into the department store, she felt completely numb.

Until Cao Wei asked her to wear new clothes, she still felt like she was dreaming.

She lowered her head, looked at her clothes, then looked at Cao Wei, and swallowed: "This... this outfit costs thirty-six dollars and fifty cents?"

The voice was trembling.

These days, there is no cheap clothing in department stores.

The clothes Cao Wei was wearing were all made by his master's wife. Except for those with high salaries, few people were willing to buy clothes in department stores. The starting price of a piece of clothing was in double digits, which was extremely expensive.

Cao Wei nodded calmly: "Yes."

"Or, let's retreat..." Qin Jingru was a little scared.

"It's okay. I have money. Besides, this set of clothes can be worn for a long time. If you wear it for a year, it will only cost ten cents a day."

"I will definitely wear it for more than one year. I can wear it for ten years!" Qin Jingru counted carefully on her fingers. She felt that clothes of this price should be worn for ten years.

Cao Wei was amused. This girl was quite interesting.

"Okay, ten years. That's only a penny a day. It's not expensive."

"Hmm..." Qin Jingru finally let go of her trembling heart.

"Come on, I'll take you to eat something delicious."

"Uh-huh."

In fact, there aren't many places to eat in this city. In the past, there were many, such as Fengzeyuan and other old brands, with many master chefs. Later, due to the public-private partnership and the famine, there were fewer and fewer master chefs. The chefs also gradually became extinct, and the lack of successors can probably be described as the chef world of this era.

"What to eat?"

"Let's go to Quanjude for roast duck."

The only food left was roast duck and mutton hotpot. Eating roast duck is always good.

"Roast duck? Great, great." Qin Jingru became energetic again when she heard this.

On the table.

Qin Jingru's cheeks were puffy, just like a little squirrel with plenty of food.

She swore that she was not a greedy person and that she had only one purpose in eating, which was to be full.

But this roast duck is so delicious.

What a divine delicacy, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, wrapped in a thin layer of dough and covered with sauce. The deliciousness of the sauce and the feeling of the fat oozing out of the roast duck being squeezed out in the mouth when you bite it are intoxicating. One piece, one piece, one piece after another.

Cao Wei happily helped Qin Jingru make roast duck.

This girl is indeed hungry.

I finished most of it and had several bowls of soup left before I stopped.

After stopping, she felt a little embarrassed, her cheeks slightly red, she realized that she seemed to eat too fast, she didn't understand the etiquette in the city, but she heard people say that people in the city are the most particular about etiquette. Was she eating too much, she called out: "Brother Wei..."

Want to apologize.

"It's okay. It's a good thing to like eating. I like wives who can eat." Cao Wei waved his hand cheerfully: "You are too thin. Eat more and gain weight."

Qin Jingru's face turned even redder. At this moment, she felt that Cao Wei was probably the best person in the world.

"Brother Wei, is the food you cook so delicious?" Qin Jingru was full and her curiosity was piqued.

"Each has its merits. I don't know how to make roast duck." Cao Wei responded: "Roast duck is very particular..."

Roast duck cannot be considered a home-cooked dish.

What is not considered home cooking? It is probably that if you are given a recipe and you cannot make it, it cannot be considered home cooking. Roast duck is even more difficult. Even if you give the recipe to a chef, it will take a long time to figure it out. The difficulty of roast duck lies in the roasting process, when to use high heat, when to use low heat, and when to add starch.

How to bake it to get a crispy crust.

These are all difficult points.

Also, a professional furnace is required.

Cao Wei knew how to make roast duck, but he felt that he didn't have the skills to make it to the level of Quanjude and Bianyifang.

The chef has only been making roast duck his entire life, and has spent countless years improving his technique. It would be really an underestimation of the roast duck chef to think that he could replicate his skill based on those "secret recipes" found online in later generations.

While eating, he chatted with Qin Jingru about the history of roast duck.

Qin Jingru's sparkling eyes greatly satisfied Cao Wei's desire to show off.

After the meal, Cao Wei packed up a portion, and Qin Jingru seemed a little puzzled.

"Oh, I packed it for Huairu."

Qin Jingru;???

Qin Jingru, who was hesitant to speak, felt a little strange for a moment, with an indescribable feeling of loss and surprise.

Cao Wei did not intend to explain.

Instead, he changed the subject: "Originally, I was planning to take you to the movies, but I couldn't buy tickets, so forget it. Maybe next time."

"Oh...oh, okay, it's okay."

"Then, let's go back. At this time, you can still talk to Huairu." Cao Wei nodded.

He led Qin Jingru back.

He didn't walk very fast, and Qin Jingru followed closely behind him.

He opened his mouth and closed it again.

She is not a fool.

"Huai Ru", "bring roast duck", this kind of behavior has exceeded the scope of a normal neighbor. Just like Qin Huai Ru helping Sha Zhu pack his clothes.

Before she had taken a few steps, she suddenly said, "Brother Wei..."

Cao Wei's mouth curled up slightly, he stopped and looked back: "What's wrong?"