Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

Cao Wei glared at him unhappily.

He said to the people in the kitchen, "Next time this kid brags, just listen to him and don't put it on me. He is talking about the master in his dream, which has nothing to do with us."

"Hahahahahahahaha..." The kitchen was suddenly filled with a joyful atmosphere.

"Master, I am praising you."

"No, I can't stand your praise. If you praise me like this, there will be no need to fight. I will take a pot and cook on the battlefield. Wow, the enemy generals will surrender immediately and kneel down to beg me to give them a bite. If I have this ability, why am I still hanging around here? Get out!"

"Hahahahaha..."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was another burst of laughter.

Zhao Boxue didn't laugh for long before he came over and rubbed his hands mysteriously: "Hey, Master, I got a big job recently."

Yu Zhuangzhuang and Zhang Shuisheng, who were working next to Cao Wei, looked over curiously.

"Just go if you get the call. Why are you showing off?" Cao Wei glanced at him and took a sip of tea.

Since coming to this era, he has also fallen in love with this way of drinking tea: an enamel cup, a little foam in it, and then a splash of hot water. It is not very elegant, nor is it very tasteful, but after taking a sip, it is refreshing and very comfortable.

"I'm not sure, would you like to follow me and take a look?"

"Not sure?"

"Ah, yes!"

"Don't answer if you're not sure?!"

"Tsk. Master, that's unreasonable. After all, this is the first time your apprentice has taken over a formal banquet."

"Pfft..." Liu Lan next to him couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Hey, Sister Liu, what are you so happy about?"

"There's nothing to be happy about. There's nothing to be happy about." Liu Lan waved her hands quickly.

"Go, go, go, Liu Lan is right to smile. Hey, let's talk about years. You have been with me for almost four years." Cao Wei held up two fingers and said, "It's just a two-dollar meal. Are you still feeling unworthy?"

"This isn't my first time." Zhao Boxue said shyly.

"Go, go, go, go, stop making that noise. My hands are itching, how about I give them to you?!"

"Don't..." Zhao Boxue jumped three meters away: "No need for you to do anything."

"Go get to work."

"Oh."

Zhao Boxue went to cut vegetables honestly.

This is just standing at the cutting position.

The two junior brothers became curious.

"Hey, brother, did the master really ask you to go out and take the two-dollar seat?" Zhang Shuisheng, Master Zhang's nephew, who was part of their previous transaction, came over and asked.

He was the last one to enter. He was an honest man with a bit of smartness, and not dull. After hanging out with Zhao Boxue for a long time, he gradually became more cheerful.

They all started families during these years.

Now that you have a family, pressure comes along and everyone wants to earn more.

Zhao Boxue was allowed to go out and take a two-dollar seat, which made the two of them very envious.

Until now, Yu Zhuangzhuang and Zhang Shuisheng can only accept a meal that costs one yuan, which is the so-called big pot stew.

In the formal inheritance, there are also rules for accepting banquets. Your ability and how much money you can accept are determined by the master. For example, when Cao Wei was appointed as a master, Liu Sandao gave a high price of ten yuan. On the one hand, it was due to the times. At that time, the famine had just passed and ordinary people could not afford to eat good food. You grit your teeth and give two yuan to Cao Wei to cook a pot of stew.

That's not interesting either.

For Cao Wei, the hodgepodge had no meaning of improvement.

On the other hand, he didn't want Cao Wei to take on too many invitations. With Cao Wei's skills, if he took on too many invitations, he would be too busy to handle them. It would be bad if he was too young to do things casually.

As for Zhao Boxue, it was naturally Cao Wei who had the final say on how much money he could receive.

The growing environment of Zhao Boxue and others was different from that of Cao Wei.

The food in the canteen is just potatoes, potatoes, potatoes, and potatoes every day, and there are also high-yield crops such as sweet potatoes and common ingredients such as steamed corn bread and steamed buns. As long as a novice has enough strength and practices for ten days or half a month, it won't be a big problem to be the chef. After that, it's just about getting familiar with it and forming muscle memory.

It’s impossible to become a chef in this kind of growing environment.

Therefore, Cao Wei would encourage them to take more banquets. After all, for a hodgepodge, at least the pot is not stir-fried with a shovel, so it can still be moved around a little.

Without too much material, just learn the basics first.

For example, the factory had people who specialized in cutting the piers, but Cao Wei required them to do it themselves every day. And they couldn't just do it carelessly, they had to cut it properly.

Of course, Cao Wei had no control over the other cutters, so they could cut however they wanted.

Gradually, under the majesty of Cao Wei, these disciples also mastered their basic skills.

On weekdays, when the canteen opened, Cao Wei would take them to the canteen to watch him cook and gradually get the hang of it.

Zhao Boxue, in the past few days, could barely cook an ordinary meal.

Note that this is a standard for evaluating ordinary meals.

Therefore, Cao Wei planned to let him move up a level and practice at a two-yuan table.

This made Zhao Boxue very happy. He was tired of making big pot stews!

Yu Zhuangzhuang and Zhang Shuisheng were naturally envious as well.

At the beginning, their family conditions were not very good. They could earn six yuan a month by going out to work, as long as they were willing to work. But as they worked harder, their family conditions improved, and they were rated as level 10 cooks. With better conditions, they naturally wanted to pursue more.

"Two dollars, two meals a day, that's sixteen dollars a month. Wow..." Yu Zhuangzhuang did the math enviously.

Different family conditions lead to different perspectives on issues.

"What? You want to go and take a look too?" Zhao Boxue rolled his eyes and grabbed some strong men.

"I would like to go, but the master requires us to take it every week." Zhang Shuisheng sighed and cut the vegetables a little faster. Now it was no big deal for them to chat while cutting vegetables, and they could cut them well.

"I'll talk to the master later, and you guys come with me..."

"You are not allowed to go!" Before Zhao Boxue could finish his words, Cao Wei's voice came over.

"Master!" X3

"You are not allowed to go. When you have practiced well, you can go to serve. Why are you in such a hurry? There is only so little time left. Zhang Shuisheng, how many times have I told you that your hands are as clenched as chicken claws? What? Even so, you are still going to serve? Are you planning to use your claws to serve others?"

Yu Zhuangzhuang quickly shrank his neck, his eyes fixed on the chopping board, and he cut the food loudly.

"Yu Zhuangzhuang! He said he didn't mention you, right? Do you have a grudge against vegetables? Cut it like that?!"

Well, the poisonous tongue comes again...