Time flies.

Fan Jinyou has been competing with Xu Huizhen over the years, but because he was not upright, he didn't take any advantage. Instead, his neighborhood committee director was lost. Instead, Xu Huizhen was recommended by the director and others to become the neighborhood committee director.

The film master finally embarked on the road to the northeast, but this time he was just to be with the children. In addition, he had no means to make money in the capital, so he didn't want to spend money.

Fan Jinyou wanted to find the problem in the tavern, but found that all the problems were on him. In the end, he was seriously criticized. He couldn't go back to the tavern and had nowhere to go anywhere else. In the end, he had to rely on the director of the grain store and become an ordinary worker in the grain store.

The streets near the tavern alone need to give three thousand young generals a solution to the problems of accommodation and meals. Of course, grain is a matter of unified purchase and sale, so each young general's grain coupon is distributed to the canteen or the house where they are staying.

Chen Xueru was unwilling to fall behind this time, and after her family survived the natural disaster, she had already sorted out the courtyard. There were also furniture in the east and west wing rooms. As long as the room was replaced with a double bed or a large bed, it could meet the reception requirements. However, in order to ensure that the insurance period, Zhao Shucheng directly replaced the antiques and old furniture with new ones, so as not to be caught and hurt.

Zhao Shucheng had never seen such a scene before, so he directly and enthusiastically received everyone. Of course, he was not as humble as he could, but he always treated them with delicious food and drinks.

The young players were a little embarrassed at first, but after tasting the big pot dish made by Zhao Shucheng, they almost swallowed their tongues. They didn't care about other things and started eating excitedly.

After a few days, the other young players also knew that Zhao Shucheng's cooking was delicious, but their accommodation and meals were bound to the accommodation, so they could only swallow their saliva. A few thick-skinned people followed Zhao Shucheng's youngest sons to eat once, and then they quit. They strongly asked everyone to take turns to eat at Zhao Shucheng's house, otherwise no one would eat the food made by Zhao Shucheng.

Of course, the young players were unwilling to do so, and they made a big fuss, and finally let all the young players in the street know.

They have no clear distinction at the level, so after voting, they finally decided to gather the food coupons and let Zhao Shucheng cook for them. Of course, it is not 3,000 people to go to dinner together, so Zhao Shucheng would definitely not be able to do it. They finally agreed that 100 people would eat together at a time, even if they were carrying steamed buns to eat vegetables.

Hou Kui became friends with the young general Qin Xiaoyao in the yard. Both of them like music, and Hou Kui's saxophone became their common toy.

Qin Xiaoyao and Chu Bingbing are classmates, so Zhao Shucheng also saw this girl who later became friends with Xu Jingli. The girl was like a chicken blood injection, and she was very enthusiastic about some things.

Qin Xiaoyao said: "Bingbing, Uncle Zhao's rice is so delicious. You said it's all the same cabbage and tofu, why does the taste vary so much?"

Chu Bingbing ate cabbage and tofu and said, "It tastes good, it's much better than the food at Director Xu's house, but the pickles are almost interesting. If the two of them are together, it would be perfect."

Hou Kui said, "Our pickles are not bad either, but my father didn't cook much, so he didn't take it out for fear that the uneven distribution would cause conflicts."

Chu Bingbing looked at Hou Kui and said, "Is that true? Hou Kui, have you tasted the pickles from Director Xu's house? That tastes better."

Hou Kui thought for a while and said, "If you only eat pickles, Jingli's house is delicious, but the pickles mixed by my father are even more delicious."

Chu Bingbing smiled and said, "Good, good, better." Instead, she said to Qin Xiaoyao, "Uncle Zhao's craftsmanship is more than enough to open a restaurant, but unfortunately she is staying at home to watch the children and working in a silk shop."

Qin Xiaoyao also said: "It's not bad, but fortunately this is the case, otherwise we wouldn't have such delicious dishes."

"Yes, it's a pity that we'll go back in a few days and will never be able to eat it again."

Hou Kui asked in confusion: "You'll just come back next time. When we all go to school in the future, my father will open a restaurant, and you will be able to eat the food he cooks."

Of course, Chu Bingbing didn't care about Hou Kui's words. In his opinion, this was just something the child said ignorant. Instead, he thought Zhao Shucheng was very reliable when he went to work in a hotel.

"Oh, Xiaoyao, you said, what if Uncle Zhao went to the cafeteria to work? In this way, we wouldn't have to squeeze in to eat here, and we could also eat in the tavern. It's much more convenient for everyone, unlike now, where there is no place to sit."

Qin Xiaoyao thought for a while and said, "We can't care about this. Besides, we have to meet Taizu. Don't make troubles outside the situation?"

"How come this is a problem? Uncle Zhao serves the people when he goes to the cafeteria to work. It is legitimate and reasonable for us to ask for this. Besides, if Uncle Zhao goes to the cafeteria, then if he has someone to help, can he cook for more people? Isn't this a good thing to let more people taste Uncle Zhao's craftsmanship?"

When Qin Xiaoyao saw Chu Bingbing say this, he thought that although it made sense, the only thing he did not consider Zhao Shucheng's opinion. However, when everyone else nodded and agreed, he could only agree with Chu Bingbing's opinion.

Chu Bingbing was not vague and took the young players to find Xu Huizhen and said, "Director Xu, I think your work is good, but you can do better. That is, let Comrade Zhao Shucheng become a canteen employee. It's a pity that his skills are buried like this."

Xu Huizhen was originally curious about what Chu Bingbing and the others were doing during this period, so why did they stop eating at home every now and then. Now she realized that she was going to Zhao Shucheng's house for dinner.

"Comrade Xiao General, we need to study this issue. After all, we also need to seek the opinions of Comrade Zhao Shucheng."

"Comrade Director, Taizu taught us that everything is true. Zhao Shucheng's cooking skills are very good and can contribute to more people. We are all a brick, and we can move wherever we need it."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Xu Huizhen also felt that this matter was not a big deal. Besides, others had no objections, so she agreed and would notify Zhao Shucheng in the evening.

Zhao Shucheng didn't expect that he was actually arranged to the cafeteria and was stunned for a moment.

Chen Xueru also knew the news. She knew that her husband was unwilling to cook and was a little lazy. Although she walked five kilometers every day, it was exercise. She would never stand if she could sit or lie down or sit.

She was a little worried that Zhao Shucheng would compete with Xu Huizhen, not to mention that this was the suggestion of the young players, so she hurried back to appease Zhao Shucheng.

"Husband, you have nothing to do?"

Chen Xueru asked worriedly when she saw Zhao Shucheng sitting at home, expressionless and smiling in her eyes.

"I'm fine. I didn't expect that I would leave a place like the cafeteria, but I didn't expect that I would still have to deal with pots and pans."

Chen Xueru hurriedly said, "Honey, if you don't want to, tell me, I'll communicate with Xu Huizhen. At worst, we can do nothing. This is OK."

"It's okay, just go to the cafeteria, which is considered a dedication. Besides, the young players have to try my skills. If we have something to do, they can help us."

When Chen Xueru heard this, she asked curiously: "It's because of this that you went to the cafeteria?"

"Of course it's not just because of this. This big pot of dish is a craft. It's almost lost, but I have to pick it up. Besides, I can't stay at home all the time. Isn't this letting the children laugh at me?"

"As long as I have a job and the children learn from it, they will definitely have a future. I just don't know how to cook. Who can learn this kind of cooking skills?"

Chen Xueru looked at the children surrounding Zhao Shucheng, and she was also a little worried.

Zhao Shucheng and her have been very tired over the years. In addition to Hou Kui, she and Zhao Shucheng have four sons and one daughter. The youngest daughter is the youngest, and she is only two years old now and looks chubby and cute.

But so many children eat a lot. If Zhao Shucheng hadn't been growing some pumpkins, vegetables and so on in the yard, his family's salary would not be enough to spend. A few days ago, in order to buy food, she would have used her old foundation.

Now Zhao Shucheng goes to the cafeteria to work, not to mention anything else, but the salary alone is much higher or lower, at least not half the salary, so he can be more relaxed.

Zhao Shucheng didn't know Chen Xueru's little thoughts. If he knew that he was worried about money, he would have killed Chen Xueru long ago.

On the first day Zhao Shucheng went to the cafeteria to work, Master Ma was a little unhappy. After all, in his opinion, Zhao Shucheng stole his job. Zhao Shucheng was actually a little unhappy. The cafeteria needs to go to work at four o'clock in the morning to prepare various rice, pasta, fried cakes, scorched rings, oil cakes and fried dough sticks, etc.

He doesn't remember that he hasn't gotten up so early for many years, but in order to make himself look a little normal, he can only ride a tricycle to work.

When he arrived at the cafeteria, he leaked his hand. The simple oil cake made by Zhao Shucheng was different from what Master Ma made. Even if it was the cake made by Master Ma kneading the dough and driving it out. He took it out in the pot and the taste was obviously more fragrant than Zhao Shucheng made, and the heat was just right.

Only then did Master Ma realize that he had really met a master, so he changed his face and asked with a flattering question: "Master Zhao, why is your oil cake so different from mine? They are all the same piece of noodles, and they are all made by me?"

Zhao Shucheng took the cigarette handed over by Master Ma, took a sip, and said comfortably: "Although you made this, the time for putting it in the pot is still different, and the oil in my pot is also different."

Master Ma was waiting for Zhao Shucheng to say what was the difference, but when he saw Zhao Shucheng stop talking, his eyes looked at the cup on the side, but he had no intention of getting up.

He understood that he was waiting for his actions, so he quickly stood up, took the cup and tried it, mixed it with some boiled water, and said, "Master Zhao, drink some water, let's talk slowly."

"This oil cake looks similar, it's all green onion and noodles, but the taste is still different from different people when I make it. When I made it, I mixed a little sesame oil into the pot, not much, just a few drops, but the taste is completely different. Besides, the heat is also of particular importance..."
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