Dressed Like a Pretty Daughter-in-law From the 1970s

Chapter 50 Fresh taste

After writing, she carefully folded the letter and stuffed it into an envelope and gave it to her brother.

An Zhiqiu did not dare to delay, so he immediately took the letter and a few rice **** to find the house.

The little guys were lying on the lame table in the yard doing their homework seriously. When they saw him coming, they smiled and greeted him obediently, and then continued to work hard.

After Fang Yuan got the envelope, he opened it openly in front of him. The two of them leaned together and looked at it word by word. At first glance, everyone was impressed by the beautiful small regular script with hairpins, and then the article was full of formality and well-chosen tone. It resembled the attitude of the current leaders from all walks of life, which is quite bluffing.

"Okay," Fang Yuan nodded with satisfaction, carefully put the letter away in his pocket, "just go back and wait for the good news. This matter will be done in less than a week."

His tone was very sure, as if he had a chance to win.

An Zhiqiu was very curious, but did not ask immediately, but it was considered good that the matter was handled to this extent. He didn't dare to hope too much, for fear that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Are ordinary people like them allowed to interfere in the affairs of this commune?

 Can it be solved with just one expert report? It's not very reliable when you think about it.

When he went back, he was carrying a hare and a pheasant that were pushed into the building wall, and his steps were a little heavy. If Vice President Qian cannot be brought down, then shouldn't the two brothers and sisters be manipulated?

　　Too impulsive, the brother and sister took things too much for granted.

 We can only take one step at a time, maybe Brother Yuan can really give them a miracle.

The four people’s belongings were almost completely looted, and lunch was made with ingredients taken from Qi Yunlan. In the afternoon, they continued to ask for leave from the village chief and walked fifteen kilometers to the town. Without hesitation, Nie Yichang and Hang Xianglei first bought a bicycle and an ordinary watch.

Although there were finished quilts and clothes in the supply and marketing cooperative, Nie Yichang and Nie Yichang were thinking about the quilts and clothes made by An Zhixia. They were really beautiful and warm, so they continued to shamelessly buy cloth, wool and cotton.

 Nowadays, tickets are even rarer and more useful than money. Rural people produce and sell their own goods, and at most they are allocated tickets for necessities such as meat stamps and gas stamps. City people can barely meet the minimum needs. Even if workers' benefits are good, every worker has a large family to support.

But the votes collected by Chen Sike and Qi Yunlan were extremely impressive in terms of type and quantity. No wonder they could easily be mistaken as fellow thieves. Now they are making wedding clothes for others, which makes them cry.

　　After spending all the tickets that were about to expire, and buying all the daily necessities, the four of us took two cars with them full of things, and went into the state-owned hotel while it was still open to prepare for a splurge.

An Zhiqiu will be a cook in the future. At this moment, he is looking at the small blackboard hanging on the wall seriously. There is a menu written on it. They are all home-cooked dishes, but meat dishes account for most of them. Just looking at the names will make people who are short of fat in their stomachs salivate.

 And he was feeling hungry because he thought about his sister cooking.

 The four of them ordered a plate of braised pork, a plate of chicken stewed with potatoes, a plate of cabbage with vinegar, a plate of fried dried beans, a pot of radish pimple soup, and a large bowl of rice for each person.

They didn’t talk much and just kept their heads down and ate hard. The chefs in state-owned restaurants are willing to add oil and ingredients, and the ingredients are fresh, so the meals they cook are naturally fragrant and delicious. After cleaning the plates, they carried their things back with contented hands on their bellies.

An Zhixia began to discuss the meal they had just eaten with her brother, "Brother, what do you think of the four plates of soup and dry rice just now?"

“It’s delicious,” he said, nodding and chewing, “but I still like Xia Xia’s cooking the best.”

Nie Yichang also said jokingly: "An educated youth, the chef of a state-owned hotel in a small town conquered your stomach? Where is this? You have never tasted Shanghai Private Chef, the taste is really amazing. "

Hang Xianglei also nodded: "Xiao'an educated youth cooks good food. The food in the state-owned restaurant just now can barely be tasted. Any provincial state-owned restaurant can catch up and surpass it. There is nothing remarkable. But the private chefs in Shanghai cook every dish The food is excellent, delicious and delicious, but it’s a pity that I won’t be able to eat it again. ”

 Needless to say, the chef has suffered.

Everyone was silent for a while, and An Zhixia continued the topic just now, commenting with her brother: "The braised pork is too greasy. It's OK if you eat one or two pieces, but if you eat more, it will be boring; the chicken is too hot, the cabbage is over-fried, and the beans are undercooked." It’s light, the soup is not fresh enough, and there is too much water in the rice…”

An Zhiqiu paused and said weakly: "I feel pretty good."

She sneered: "Did I forget to tell you that in addition to basic skills, a good cook must also have a good tongue?"

"I'm born with this tongue. Am I unable to be a chef?" An Zhiqiu asked with some frustration.

“It’s not that,” a smile flashed across her eyes, “all people’s tongues are the same, it’s just that some people are more sensitive than ordinary people. However, after training, ordinary people’s tongues are enough to be an excellent cook.”

 An Zhiqiu had a bad feeling that he might suffer again.

 After returning home and putting things away, it was only around eight o'clock in the evening when An Zhixia called her brother to go to the kitchen to cook.

 I have formulated a strict training plan for him along the way, just like the company formulated it when she entered the industry. It has a solid foundation, strong pertinence, proficiency and proficiency, and it must not lack interest. Only by allowing the trainees to maintain their initial interest and persistence can we achieve great results.

 With the help of professional books, she plans to build a taste ruler for her brother in the next two days. Let him have a clear understanding of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, and also have a preliminary understanding of heat, time, etc. Anyway, idle time is idle. She will feel a great sense of accomplishment by training her brother to be a cook.

Therefore, what greeted An Zhiqiu was the hot water in the kitchen. The girl was imagining his future as a cook while training him fiercely.

 Fortunately, An Zhiqiu, who had gained some knowledge and concepts, made great progress in making the second meal compared to the first one. The expressions Nie Yichang and Hang Xianglei tried were no longer so ferocious. Maybe their stomachs would soon usher in spring.

 The next day, everyone went to work as normal. Chen Sike and Qi Yunlan put on old clothes and wore scarves on their noses. On her head was a cotton hat that had just come out yesterday, and all her hair was caught in it.

　　The two men still looked at An Zhixia with ferocious eyes.

An Zhixia smiled and waved to them: "If you want your crops to grow well, farmyard fertilizer is indispensable. You have a heavy responsibility, so work hard. A village full of fresh-smelling fertilizer is waiting for you."

As soon as she finished speaking, the two of them could not help but be led astray. They retched a few times and lost the mood to make something to fill their stomachs. They stomped away in anger.

The rest of the people couldn't help but chuckle, "I guess they haven't fully realized their mistake yet, but we have to believe that when the whole village, well, the fresh-smelling fertilizer is disposed of, they will definitely regret it."

 (End of this chapter)