In the back kitchen, braised pork in brown sauce is simmering in low heat.
With the sound of gurgling bubbles, a strong fragrance comes to my nose.
But Han Zhiming, the cadre in Zhongshan Suit, frowned instead.
Is it his illusion?
Why does he always feel that today's braised pork is a little worse than the last one?
However, he lowered his head, looked at the expectant old woman, and swallowed the question that had come to his throat.
forget it.
Just try it later.
Han Zhiming came a little late, and it took time to make braised pork.
Li Gen was also careful. Knowing that the old lady was old and had a bad mouth, he had to stew for another 15 minutes. It was so soft and sweet that he brought it out.
The old lady picked up a piece of braised pork, put it into her mouth with great expectation, and chewed it slowly. She just ate, and the smile on her face gradually faded.
She looked back at Li Gen and said politely, "Master Li, have you been in poor health recently? Why am I different from the last time when I tasted the taste?"
Li Gen, who was waiting for praise from the diners and even dreamed of being valued by the leaders and making further progress in his career, was like being poured cold water.
He was stunned for a long time, and then he said a word in disbelief: "What?"
He has also tasted the braised meat, which is extraordinary. The sweet and salty taste is just right, and he is extremely satisfied with it.
But... even so, the old lady is not satisfied?
This is not to find fault, is it?
In the face of this situation, even though Li Gen knew that the old lady was the mother of the big leader, his tone also faded
As a Grade 7 cook, with a monthly salary of 40, Li Gen is able to smile proudly at most of the working class.
Therefore, he also has his own pride!
But the old lady was not angry. Instead, she looked at him for no reason. "Who says they don't like it? Who can not like meat these days? I just said that this braised pork is not as delicious as last time."
Li Gen felt another arrow hit his heart.
He even began to doubt himself. Is the pot of braised pork he cooked the other day really so delicious?
The four eyes were opposite, and the atmosphere was embarrassed.
At this time, Lin Mingliang came out with a wink.
He put a gray towel on his shoulder, bent his waist, came to the crowd, and said with a smile, "The master's skill in making braised pork is of course unspeakable, but recently a new master, Xiao Su, came to our kitchen, and his skill in cooking is not bad."
"Master Su?"
Han Zhiming raises his eyebrows. Seeing that Lin Mingliang and Li Gen are slightly embarrassed, he already has an answer in his heart.
I'm afraid that the braised meat he got that day was not made by Li Gen, but by Master Su, who was new and unknown.
When they called him, they added the word "small" in front of him. It seems that Master Su is not old.
Now, Han Zhiming is a little curious about Master Su.
He took out a box of Parrot cigarettes, drew out two cigarettes and handed them to Li Gen and Lin Mingliang respectively.
Li Gen is fine, but Lin Mingliang is flattered.
He is just a small assistant cook, but he can get Parrot cigarettes. It's said that this thing also has a filter tip, which costs three cents a packet.
Lin Mingliang pinned his cigarette behind his ear.
Han Zhiming took this opportunity to inquire about Su Qingfeng's origin quietly.
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"Alas, sister-in-law, the autumn tiger hasn't passed yet. It's very hot in front of the stove. You go out to cool down. There are me and my sister-in-law here!"
"Ouch, brother and sister, why do you need to cut the pig grass that feeds pigs? I'll ask Zhao Di to cut a basket of it before work, so as to ensure that the pigs will be fattened. Do you hear me, Zhao Di!"
early morning.
Feng Sufen's loud voice filled the Su's yard.
As soon as Feng Sufen's voice dropped here, Su Zhaodi heard him there.
She immediately responded loudly, but Feng Sufen was a little confused.
Her face froze for a moment, then she spat in her heart.
Zhao Di, the dead girl, usually asks her to work slowly. As a result, she is full of energy to work for others.
People who don't know, still think Bai Jingcai is her own mother!
Su Zhaodi didn't think so much.
When the fourth younger brother had not worked before, the food conditions at home were not good. In addition, Feng Sufen always wanted to grab food from their bowls, so he was half hungry all the year round.
It can be said that if Bai Jing had not helped them from time to time, they would not have been able to survive until now.
I'm afraid her mother will sell her in the famine.
It is also because of this that Zhao Di has a very high liking for Bai Jing, and also takes good care of Su Qingfeng.
Early in the morning, Feng Sufen's voice filled the courtyard.
Even the eldest daughter-in-law can't listen anymore.
Feng Sufen is really shameless. For the sake of that money, she would like to lick her face and blow at Bai Jing.
At last, Mrs. Su came out, lowered her voice and angrily knocked Feng Sufen on the forehead:
"What are you yelling about? Just because you have a mouth, you can yell. If you have the ability to pull a calf, you'd better brush the pot and warm the water."
The old lady was so angry that she stopped Feng Sufen at once.
Finally, before she lifted her foot and left, she whispered, "My dear grandson came back so late yesterday. He has to go to work later, so he can't sleep much."
In this family, the old lady is the absolute authority and the master of all things.
Only others listen to him, not her consideration of others.
Even the eldest grandson and youngest son have never enjoyed such treatment.
Now it is Su Qingfeng's exclusive.
Feng Sufen didn't know how many times she had scolded the eccentric old woman, but when she thought of the promise of one yuan a month, her anger automatically subsided.
Pork is sixty cents a kilogram. With this money, she can carry a kilogram of pork every month, and buy some fruit candy to go back to her parents' home and give it to her brother.
At that time, she is the only one in her family. I don't know how proud she is!
Thinking, breakfast is also on the table.
The coarse grain porridge, which is diluted into soup, the hard Wowotou which cuts teeth, and a dish of salted vegetables are regarded as breakfast for a family.
Facing the breakfast at this table, a group of people cherish it very much.
They are farmers who face the loess and face the sky. They know more about the importance of food than anyone else. Therefore, even if they have a hard head, they still swallow it carefully and religiously.
Just then, the door of the big room opened with a squeak.
I saw a woman who was thin to the bone, sallow, with clear purple blood vessels protruding from her wrists, holding her exaggerated waist, slowly walked out of the room.
Beside her is Su Yuehua, the eldest grandson of the Su family and the eldest son of the Su family. He also has a modest official position, the team leader of the village.
This woman, Xiang Hongying, his wife who was five months pregnant.