Compared with the surprise and incomprehension of others in the canteen, Master Zhu and Master Mao had plans in mind.
The current vacant post has been replaced.
Su Qingfeng not only has connections, but also Sun Gong has a good attitude towards him.
They will not offend Su Qingfeng, the new master, because it has been decided.
Not to mention... Su Qingfeng really has a brush.
From their small talk, they also learned that Su Qingfeng had already passed the Grade 8 Certificate at a young age, which should not be underestimated.
After a lot of chatter, they saw Su Qingfeng finish cooking. They hesitated again and again, but they still spoke with red faces:
"Master Su, I'm sorry to say that. Our canteen used to make big rice bags. They are affordable and hunger resistant, but we can't make them any better..."
Su Qingfeng suddenly felt.
He thought it was something.
This matter is big and small.
For Su Qingfeng, in the era of information explosion in the past, food short videos emerged in endlessly, and various practices were gathered on the network.
But in this era, most workers and craftsmen are apprentices.
When the master teaches his disciples, he will keep his hand, for fear that the disciples will starve to death.
What's more, it's between two sects.
He thought for a while and thought of a compromise.
Then he took out a small bottle from his satchel.
"This is the sauce when I mix eggs. You can think about it."
It is produced by the system, and I don't know what these people can figure out.
His generous attitude made Master Zhu and Master Mao a little embarrassed.
They came forward to ask this, and they knew it was a bit presumptuous, but their desire to improve their cooking skills eventually made them blush and ask this question.
The two of them were so lucky that they put the small bottle of jam away and planned to study it carefully later.
Master Mao even took the initiative to clean the lunch box, ran over and filled a bowl of stewed beef with potatoes.
At last, he carefully closed the lid of the lunch box for fear that the hot gas would run out.
Master Zhu helped Su Qingfeng clean the stove.
Wei Youcai over there looked at this scene and was shocked.
He opened his mouth slightly and muttered, "For so many years, I haven't seen Master Zhu wipe the stove on his own initiative."
Su Qingfeng glanced at him.
No answer.
No wonder this guy is still a vegetable cutter after working for so many years.
……
The time to stay in the canteen and feel the smell of fireworks always passes quickly.
Before Su Qingfeng left, Master Mao was surprised to fill him with two lunch boxes, one box of stewed beef with potatoes, and the other box of stewed rice with beans. They are all really good things.
On the way home, Su Qingfeng was carrying a net bag. As soon as he entered the village, he saw a group of old men and women chatting under the big trees in the village.
In the middle of the crowd, there was a black box making noise.
Su Qingfeng looked closely at the radio he bought in the provincial capital.
When I listened again, I heard the familiar sound.
The little old lady was holding the shoe mat in her hand, and her mouth was not idle.
"Ouch, the iron box is noisy all day long, and my head is almost mushy. My son likes to show off. What's wrong with this money? I have to give it to his father and me. It's not bad for money."
The corners of their mouths twitched a little as the women sewing clothes beside them.
This old lady of the Su family, how could she not find that she talks so much before?
What's great about having a radio at home?
Don't talk!
It's amazing to have a radio at this time!
Wang Guihua listened, and the sour taste was almost to the sky.
She doesn't like to wear small leather shoes since they stole the limelight last time.
Especially when she returned home, she felt more responsive to the scratches and wear on the small leather shoes.
These small leather shoes... can't people really wear them?
Seeing the little old lady being held by everyone and treating the radio as a treasure, Wang Guihua was so angry that she almost said anything.
Wait for her!
When the time comes, the betrothal gifts will be at least eighty - eight, with three turns and one ring.
I envy these gossipy women!
Old Mrs. Su was talking vigorously, and a voice came from the ridge over there: "Milk, still chattering? Go home and eat!"
By the light, the old ladies under the tree could see that Su Qingfeng raised his hand, still holding a net bag.
When shaking his arm, the two lunch boxes in the net bag collided and made a clear sound.
Just a little guess, everyone can immediately associate it with lunch box.
Su Qingfeng is the master of the town. Everyone secretly agrees that the master can pack some unnecessary meals every day.
No wonder people from the old Su family are looking better and better recently.
Not to mention the brisk old lady, only Xiang Hongying, the daughter-in-law of their big family.
Xiang Hongying spent all day at home when she was pregnant. When she came out occasionally, she looked like a skeleton, as if the wind could blow her down.
But after such a period of time, she finally got a little more meat on her face, and she didn't look so scary.
When Old Lady Su walked to the ridge of the field with a smile, carrying her grandson's hand, and went home slowly, many aunts were not in the mood to patch their clothes.
One of them said admiringly, "This is really the fate. It can't be stopped. The old Su family used to be so down and out. For this grandson, they also provided Deng Xiaoya with education. Life was tight. At that time, no one said they were stupid."
"After so many years of support, who would have thought that the original fool could still wake up and become a master in the town. There is no shortage of oil and water in the family every night. This day looks more and more promising."
When the aunt said this, she also took a deliberate look at Wang Guihua.
No matter how thick the skin of Wang Guihua is, it is hard to avoid a burning sensation.
She snorted coldly and said dryly, "Who can say well about the future?"
After saying that, she felt bored, stepped up, and finally left like a fly.
Behind her, the aunts burst into laughter.
More people rolled their eyes and said, "What will happen in the future? How can she not think about how the Su family used to provide Deng Xiaoya with education, and even more so in the famine years. Bah! The white eyed wolf is like this."
Su Qingfeng didn't know what happened behind him.
Maybe even if he knew, he just smiled.
In his opinion, the matter of He Qianjin and Deng Xiaoya is a temporary stumbling block, but it is unnecessary to spend all the time and energy on them.
When he opened the lunch box, he could not help but exclaim at the family members who were facing such a rich food. The radian of his mouth also slightly expanded.