Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

The days after having a child go by so fast.

In the blink of an eye, two years passed.

The last second was the Spring Festival of 1964.

The next second, it was time to go back to work after the holiday in 1966.

Steel rolling mill, third canteen, kitchen.

"Hey, Master, have you heard?" The eldest disciple Zhao Boxue has not changed much in two years, and he still looks the same.

Now there is a new stove in the third canteen.

There are four stoves. Cao Wei no longer cooks in a big pot. He just stands by to give instructions. All three apprentices can go to the stove.

He can be lazy for a while.

"What did you hear?" Cao Wei glanced at him.

"There will be big changes in our steel rolling mill." Zhao Boxue said mysteriously.

Cao Wei took a sip of tea and sighed, "Big changes."

In a trance, it has been twenty-four years since I came into this world. I have forgotten many things from my previous life, but 66 years is something I will never forget.

"You don't want to know what's changed?"

"Zhao Boxue."

"what?"

"If something drastic changes, have you thought about what you are going to do?"

Zhao Boxue was stunned for a moment: "How to do it? Master, don't you always say that we are just one cook? Just cook the meal."

Cao Wei stood up, patted him on the shoulder, opened his mouth, but in the end no words came out.

"Lao Cao, Lao Cao." Wei Wei walked in from the back door and waved at him.

"coming."

Cao Wei walked out, and the two of them went to their old place, in the woods, to smoke.

Since Cao Wei stopped smoking in the kitchen, no one smoked in the kitchen anymore. They all went outside to smoke. People these days are surprisingly easy to manage. Just tell them that smoking in the kitchen will easily get the smell of smoke on the food. If you are unlucky one day, a cigarette butt may end up in the pot, which will ruin the food. So no one smokes in the kitchen anymore.

According to Wei Wei, he had been the canteen director for such a long time, and it was only after Cao Wei came that the entire kitchen became the cleanest and tidyest it could be.

Just entered the woods.

Wei Wei gave him a cigarette.

It can be considered a traditional way of starting. Before saying anything, people pass cigarettes around and then puff on the smoke while chatting.

"The situation this year is not right. You should have heard some news, right?" Unlike Zhao Boxue, Zhao Boxue's family only told him not to cause trouble and didn't tell him anything specific. As Li Huaide's confidant, Wei Wei knew much more.

"It has little to do with me." Cao Wei did not deny it.

Although Liu Sandao once warned him that as a chef, he should not worry about anything else but just cook good meals, but in recent years, his high price of ten yuan has blocked many low-end banquets and he has only gone to high-end seats. Naturally, he can feel the change.

"Don't you want to go further?"

"No matter how far I advance, I'm still your position. Old Wei, you're not asking me this, are you? We're all brothers, so there's no need to hide things like that."

Wei Wei was choked by Cao Wei's words and coughed twice: "You can see it clearly."

One thing Cao Wei has always insisted on is cooking steadily.

He is a skilled worker. As long as he has the skills and doesn't mess around, no one will target him. In the original drama, Sha Zhu was a troublemaker, but he was fine. He stayed in the cafeteria honestly, and no matter how much Li Huaide messed around, he couldn't mess with him.

As for what Wei Wei was thinking about.

He knows it too.

It’s just a question of whether or not to take one more step forward.

"Hey, Lao Cao, I'm already thirty-six years old this year. If I don't make progress..."

"Stop!" Cao Wei stopped him from saying, "If you want to improve, then improve. Don't ask me. I can't give you too much advice. I'm just a cook."

"Look at you, look at you." Wei Wei nodded at him: "You've been here for more than two years, why are you still so stingy?"

"This has nothing to do with being stingy. I'm just a cook. Do you have anything to do? If not, I'll go to work."

"Go away, forget it. What kind of work do you have? Your apprentice is doing all the work in the kitchen now. Hey, hey, hey, don't leave. We have a treat tomorrow night. Didn't you tell me last time that we ran out of seasoning?"

Cao Wei waved his hand without even turning his head: "Got it."

Wei Wei looked at Cao Wei's departing back and muttered, "This old Cao." Then he left too.

When I came out of the factory, I happened to meet Sha Zhu.

"Hey, Lao Cao, what a coincidence." Sha Zhu greeted him cheerfully.

"Is it okay?" Cao Wei rolled his eyes.

"Hey, you old Cao, did you eat gunpowder today?"

"Don't you want to tell me I'm leaving?"

"No, no, no, no." Sha Zhu quickly stopped him: "Isn't my wife about to give birth? You know, I don't know what's going on recently. The villagers don't come to the city to buy things. I was wondering if you have any good ideas. I'll get a fish and stew it. It will help produce milk by then."

The baby of Sha Zhu's family was also born in 64, two months later than Cao Wei's. He was a big fat boy, which made Sha Zhu very happy.

"Come on, Sha Zhu, don't you know where to get fish? If there's no market in the east, there's Shichahai. If there's no market in the east, you can't get a fish from Master Li. What's going on?" Cao Wei looked at Sha Zhu as if he was a fool. He would have believed it a few years ago if Cao Wei said that a chef, especially a good chef, couldn't get a fish. But now, only a fool would believe it.

"It has to be you." Sha Zhu gave him a thumbs up, then rubbed his hands: "Hey, you're making food supplements, I'm thinking of a way to help my wife with the supplements. The old man's place is closed too, you see..."

"Okay, I got it. I'll make you a recipe later."

"Okay! Thank you, thank you." Sha Zhu held Cao Wei's hand and shook it up and down.

"Go, go, go."

The two met and walked back together. They had only taken two steps when Sha Zhu seemed to have discovered something new and pointed to the southeast of Cao Wei. "Hey, look."

Cao Wei looked in the direction of Sha Zhu's finger.

I saw three little kids roasting chicken in the open space.

Those three little kids were none other than Qin Huairu's three children.

"Tsk, you say this widow Qin is really capable. Even her little kid can eat chicken. This is awesome. I don't know how long she saved up to buy this chicken."

Cao Wei looked a little dazed. Stealing a chicken with a stick, wasn't that the first scene of the plot?

In the blink of an eye, it is already this time.

Sha Zhu was still talking, "If you ask me, this pocket money is good, hey, Lao Cao, what are you daydreaming about?"