Siheyuan: the beginning to realize the freedom of cooking

day off.

The incident of stealing copper materials from the Red Star Factory has all come to an end.

But Lin Aijun still has one final thing to do, and he plans to do it today.

He asked Shazhu to prepare a few lunch boxes, called Wang Baoqiang, and walked to the house of the old man who picked up the trash together.

Wang Baoqiang was waiting for Lin Aijun at the entrance of the alley early in the morning.

After seeing Lin Aijun walking over with a lunch box from a distance, he immediately waved his right arm as a signal.

"Director Lin, here!"

"Qiangzi, is uncle at home?"

"Director Lin, the uncle is inside, I have already gone in."

"Go, let's go in."

After Lin Aijun lifted his foot into the yard, he looked around.The yard is not big, just a courtyard with one entrance.

The yard was piled up with the rags that the old man took back from various places, and the ground was sorted out cleanly, they were piled up in every corner of the yard by category.

The uncle was tinkering with waste paper in the yard, when he saw the two men coming, he quickly put down the things in his hands, straightened up and walked up.

"Master, I brought some food to see you." Lin Aijun said, shaking the lunch box in his hand in the net bag.

"Hey, just now Qiangzi said that you are coming. Why are you so polite? Come in and sit down." The uncle said, not being polite in his hand, he took the net bag directly, turned around and put Lin Aijun and Wang Baoqiang Please come into the house.

After entering the room, the uncle dragged two stools out, and saw a thin layer of dust on the stools, which was visible to the naked eye.

The uncle blew on the stool with his mouth, then reached out and wiped the stool with his sleeved hand.

"Come on, sit down! I'll get you a glass of water." Then he turned and got up to get the thermos.

"Master, don't be so busy." Lin Aijun sat down and began to look around the room.

The corners of the house are also full of things, and they are arranged neatly.Most of the daily necessities in the house are for a single person, a quilt, a pillow, and even the tea set on the table is only a cup and a pot.

"Master, I haven't asked your last name yet! Do you live alone?" Lin Aijun asked curiously.

"My surname is Li, and my neighbors call me Old Li. I live alone in this courtyard, and I have no children." Uncle Li sat down as he said, pointing to the lunch box on the table and asked, "Where is this?" Is it all for me?"

"Yes, Uncle Li, give it a try." Lin Aijun nodded and said.

"Okay, then I'm welcome." Uncle Li said, and opened a lunch box.

I saw that inside the lunch box were dim sum made by Shazhu according to the highest standard of gift-giving, Beijing eight pieces.

These Beijing eight pieces are court cakes in Ming and Qing Dynasties, which are generally made into eight shapes: oblate, ruyi, peach, apricot, kidney, jujube flower, lotus leaf, and oval, namely blessing cake, lu cake, longevity cake, Xizi cake, Taishi cake, pretzel, jujube flower cake, Sachima, etc.

When Uncle Li saw it, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he took one and put it in his mouth.

"It's delicious! It's so delicious! That's the taste!" Uncle Li said with a smile on his face, "This taste can't be matched by the ordinary taste outside."

Lin Aijun smiled when he heard it: "Master has good eyesight. This is made by a brother of mine, whose ancestors were imperial cooks. This skill, in our circle, belongs to the master of the cook world."

"Hey, I knew you had such a brother. When Qiangzi asked me to be a witness a while ago, why did you need to be so stalking?! Just get some snacks and it's over." Uncle Li's foodie attributes are undoubtedly exposed .

"Uncle Li, tell me, what is his method of stalking?" Lin Aijun laughed out loud.

Uncle Li gave Wang Baoqiang a blank look: "He, Liu Bei asked Zhuge Liang to come out of the mountain! He is the three-gu latrine!"

"Three visits to the toilet?" Lin Aijun asked with a grin.

"In the past few days, he showed his skill of three-inch tongue, chattering in my ears endlessly. He kept talking like a fly, and he followed me when I went to the bathroom." Uncle Li said, shaking his head.

Wang Baoqiang scratched his head and said: "That is the third time, the old man fell in the toilet alone, I helped him, and he was willing to testify for us."

"That's not true, otherwise, even if you visit the toilet ten times, I don't like to wade in muddy water. Everything happens because of cause and effect." Uncle Li sighed, then turned his head and said to Lin Aijun: "But it's good now, you boy still has a conscience Yes, my work is not in vain."

After speaking, he pinched another piece of snack and put it in his mouth, showing an expression of enjoyment.

Lin Aijun looked at Uncle Li's expression, smiled and said: "Master, you really helped me a lot this time. If you hadn't been there as a witness, I would definitely have to argue for a while. If you are good at this, I will talk about it later. Someone made it and sent you some."

"I want it, I want it! But I can't take advantage of you for nothing." Uncle Li nodded after hearing that.

As he said that, Uncle Li put down the lunch box in his hand, stood up, went to the corner of the wall to fiddle with it, and found a small yellow wooden flower pot stand from the inside. It looked like it was used to put potted plants, about [-] centimeters high. look.

He wiped the small planter stand with his sleeve and put it on the table.

"This is a good thing. Of course, it's impossible to give it to you. I'll sell it to you at a conscientious price!" Uncle Li said seriously.

Lin Aijun almost laughed out loud when he saw the old man say that, your uncle will always be your uncle!

"Master, how much do you want to sell?"

Uncle Li stretched out a hand and said seriously, "5 yuan!"

When Wang Baoqiang heard it, he immediately felt unbelievable: "Master, stop talking nonsense in a serious manner! What kind of thing is this? It costs 5 yuan! Fifty cents is about the same! This has nothing to do with the price of conscience."

Uncle Li glanced at Wang Baoqiang indifferently, with no emotion on his face.

"Before liberation, I was the accountant of a wealthy family, so I recognized some good things. This flower stand is a good thing."

Lin Aijun didn't doubt it when he heard the words.

After all, it is quite miraculous that a junk picker can dig out the ledgers that have been kept for several years, so it makes sense now.

I went forward and picked up the brown-yellow flowerpot holder to look at, put it to my nose and smelled it, and there was a faint scent of falling fragrance.

"It seems that you know a little bit about the way. The material of this flowerpot frame is Hainan Huanghuali." Uncle Li smiled and looked at Lin Aijun.

When Lin Aijun heard this, his heart moved.

He knew that real sea yellows would be very valuable in the future, and this flower pot shelf would definitely be old by then.

What's more, in the turbulent ten years that followed, many people's homes were ransacked, and there were actually many opportunities to miss out.

If you can pick up some missing ones, they will be opened up later, and you will sell them, and you will have start-up funds.

In addition, there is space for myself, and it does not show mountains or dews when placed in the space.

Those ten years were not afraid of being discovered, perfect!

Thinking of this, Lin Aijun nodded: "Okay, I want it."

Unexpectedly, such a trip would yield unexpected gains.