I am Qinxing No.1

Chapter 124 The best taste in the world is plum salt

(The college entrance examination is over, I wish all the students can get good grades.)
Zhou Dong's "Egg Fried Rice" pushed the celebration directly to "Gao Chao". If you only talk about the difficulty of performance and the meaning of the lyrics themselves, this song is actually far inferior to Wu Rongrong's heavy metal rock music; if you talk about elegance and professionalism Even better than Gu Yanan who put on a short skirt and performed ballet in public.

The little swan of the beautiful female president made all the opposite sexes stare straight at the scene. This kind of dance is really suitable for beauties. Every time Gu Yanan's beautiful swan-like neck bends, it is like a real broken wing The swan makes men want to take her into their arms.

However, whether it is heavy metal rock or elegant ballet, it is difficult to connect with the catering industry. Zhou Dong's "Egg Fried Rice" is cheerful and lively, but it sang the voices of countless passers-by. It is only logical that it won the most votes.

"Master Xiao Zhou, congratulations on being the most popular person tonight."

Gu Yanan had just changed out of her ballet suit, and there was still a trace of tide on her cheeks!Red, she asked playfully while shaking the red wine in the glass: "Compared with honor, I find that you seem to be more interested in money?"

Speaking of it, Gu Yanan was still a little itchy. When the check for the 5 yuan bonus was handed out, this kid just looked at how many zeros were on the check. Not only was he not very interested in honors, but he also seemed to be much lazy about her, a beautiful president. Have a look.

Although Zhou Dong is just a big boy in her eyes, this feeling of being ignored is still very bad. She has never been ignored by the opposite sex like this since she was a child.

"The certificates plastered on the walls are definitely not as practical as the money."

Zhou Dong responded lightly.His views on money are the same as his father's. He does not bend over money but does not reject it. Economic freedom allows him to arrange a new home for his parents in Fengqi Mountain. What can he get in exchange for a wall full of awards and pennants?
It’s not the 80s of the last century anymore. In fact, even in that era, the up-and-coming [-]-yuan households had already begun to attract people’s attention.

"You can think that way."

Guyanan smiled lightly, turned around and left, leaving only the charming smell of French perfume in the air.

"Women are always so strange, do they like to leave half of what they say?"

Zhou Yi shook his head, greeted the fat man who was about to play a little longer, turned and left the banquet hall.

The third mission of the death-free gold medal fragment has been activated, and the difficulty far exceeds Zhou Dong's expectation.

"Please ask the host to obtain the title of 'The Most Caring People's Pastry Chef'.

There is no time limit, and a total of [-] diners are required to sincerely thank the host, and sincerely believe that the host is the most caring people's pastry chef in this era."

People's Pastry Chef?
What a title with the imprint of the times is this?
A familiar song seemed to ring in Zhou Dong's ears.

'Who does the wonderful springtime belong to?Belongs to me, belongs to you, belongs to our new generation of 80s! 'It's all nostalgic hits from my dad's generation.

"System, are you sure you're just a program, you weren't born just to trick me?"

Zhou Dong was a little annoyed, this task is too difficult, right?
"Host, in today's era of materialistic desires, lack of morality, every family cleans the front of the house, and only helps young ladies to cross the road, don't you think the honorable title of 'People's Pastry Chef' is very precious? ?

As a future chef, your food is your weapon, and your food is your culture.So, let’s highlight the honor of the last century, reshape the new style of the industry, and return to the original heart, starting from me! "

"That's really good, it's like listening to a report meeting, but the system, what exactly do I need to do to complete this task?"

Returning to the original aspiration sounds very tall and positive, but where is the entry point for this task?Zhou Dong felt very confused.

"Please ask the host to realize it by himself, and to find it by himself."

"It's a good tip, should I thank you from the system?"

"Comrade, you're welcome."

Another answer with a strong brand of the times.

***
A person's wisdom is sometimes poor, so if you can't figure it out, don't go into a dead end. This is the advice of experts from Chudu Mental Hospital.

Look at the time, because I left earlier, it is not yet four o'clock in the afternoon.

Since I came to Kyushu Dingshi for my internship, I have been busy all the time, and even became "Zhou Yuyu" and "Zhou Laomo". It has been a long time since I visited my "spiritual mentor".

Well, anyway, I couldn't think of how to complete this stupid task for a while, so I just went to visit his old man when I was free today.

Thinking of the old man's help to him at the beginning, Zhou Dong still remembers it in his heart.

The old man's surname is He, and he is of the same clan as Zhou Dong's class leader He Bijin, and his name is even weirder, it's called 'Why ask'; at first Zhou Dong thought it was another nonsense made by the old man when he was ill, but only later did he know his identity That's the name on the certificate.

"Why is my name called? Why bother to ask?
Ask about grievances, what about life?When the world is lonely, only Xiaofang is in my heart.Xiaodong, do you know that Xiaofang is a girl from our village, and I even wrote a song for her.
You ask me what is the name of the song?How would I know, you don't know that Grandpa He is also mentally ill?But I can still remember the lyrics, what is it, you let me think about it, I remember!
'There is a girl named Xiaofang in the village. She is good-looking and kind-hearted, with beautiful big eyes and thick and long braids.
Sounds good, right?But this is not my grandpa’s real talent, it’s just a country slang song, let’s talk about history, it shows that Yingzong was taken captive by the Oirats.”

Zhou Dong felt that the old man was completely different from the average mental patient. Sometimes he lived more clearly than his father, and he was very knowledgeable. Back then, he often told him "24 History" and "Zi Zhi Tong Jian". The comments were exquisite, Professor Yi Teacher Yuan is nothing more than that, would such a person be a lunatic?Almost genius!
Zhou Dong didn't stay in the psychiatric hospital for a long time. When he left later, he was really reluctant to part with the old man. He remembered that the old man stood behind the iron window of the severe isolation room and waved at him vigorously: "Let's go, let's go, don't leave when you leave. return!"

Having said that, Zhou Dong is a nostalgic person, and he will still visit this old patient during the holidays.Every time he listened to him talk about history and life from an abnormal angle, Zhou Dong would always have a strange feeling that this old man seemed to understand his life better than those normal people outside.

Counting it, I haven't seen him for two or three months, and I really miss him a little bit.

After hailing a taxi, Zhou Dong jumped onto the driveway: "Go to the tea shed."

The driver suddenly shuddered: "Tea Peng Mental Hospital?"

"Otherwise where else could it be?"

"Oh, little brother, are you going to visit your friends?" You can't ask people if they are visiting their relatives. It sounds like a curse, and you will be beaten.

"That's right"

Zhou Dong looked out of the window, as if he had returned to the unbearable but peaceful years: "Go inside to visit an old patient."

"Patient?"

The driver's elder brother panicked suddenly, there was something wrong with the oil-disengagement coordination, and the car jumped forward suddenly.

"Yeah, the former patient, thinking of his old man, I kind of miss those days."

Zhou Dong continued to recall the killing, the driver's elder brother panicked again, the old driver actually got the 'car advantage' and turned off the engine at a critical moment.

***
After going through countless hardships, the humming taxi finally arrived at the Chudu Chapeng Abnormal Human Research Center, also known as the "mental hospital".

This is a paradise far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, free from worldly struggles, far from self-centeredness, and leisurely seeing Nanshan. There are countless "philosophers" haunted; it's a very good place, it's really not a lie, anyone who doesn't believe it can come in and experience a new experience Human new life.

Zhou Dong got out of the car and was going to reach for his wallet to pay the fare when he saw the driver's brother stepping out of the gas pedal and hurriedly said, "Brother driver, I haven't paid the fare yet!"

What answered him was the roar of the engine. It is estimated that the second gear was directly driven to a speed of [-] kilometers per hour.

"Well, it's always like that. These normal people are sometimes the most abnormal."

Zhou Dong shook his head, he really wanted to give the driver the title of 'People's Good Driver'.

Arriving at the 'Split Personality Ward' on the third floor, Zhou Dong got off the elevator and saw Aru, the most beautiful and charming little nurse in the ward, lying on the office desk alone in a daze, muttering words, not knowing where she was. nagging about something.

Zhou Dong approached on tiptoe and heard that Aru was sighing with emotion—"Life is like snow, beauties are like flowers, the person who buried the flowers today is laughing and crazy, who will be buried in his next year?" '

Good writing, but a little too sad.

Tea shed is to change people.

When Aru came here as an intern half a year ago, she was a lively little girl like a shrimp, her little face flushed with excitement when chatting with others, like a big apple.

Zhou Dong reckons that Aru will become a contemporary poet if he stays like this for half a year. At that time, he can change his name to Gu Ru and write a poem called 'Two Generations'.

Didn’t Grandpa He say that the barrier between tea shed people and the outside world is not the difference and incompatibility between patients and normal people, but more like the generation gap between two generations, unable to communicate like fire and water.

What a wise and clever talk this is, who would have thought that it would come from an old lunatic?
"Hey, it's Brother Dong, you're here? Didn't you get out of the hospital under control? The doctor said that you went to Qingxiang Technical School, why did you think of 'going home'?"

It wasn't long after Aru knew Zhou Dong that Zhou Dong was discharged from the hospital, but this girl knew each other very well, and she called each Dong brother very kindly.

Zhou Dong was very worried about her title, which was completely against the times. She always felt that this girl was also schizophrenic, and often fantasized that she was Lin Daiyu who buried flowers with a hoe every day.

Fortunately, Aru has a lively personality and has not yet shown any obvious symptoms.

"Come and see Uncle He, how is the old man now?"

Zhou Dong smiled brightly, and it was strange to say that he was the least sociable outside, and most of his words were cold, but when he came here, it was like returning home, showing his true temperament everywhere.

"What's the matter, it's making a fuss. Go and see him, he's on a hunger strike in the room, saying that the new chef in the cafeteria is not good, and always thinking of poisoning him to death!"

"Is this getting worse?"

Zhou Dong was a little worried when he heard the words: "Okay, you are busy with your work, I will go to see Uncle He. This old man is just picky, and I am afraid he has wronged his new chef again."

"Absolutely wronged, that's not necessarily the case. Oh, let's not talk about it, and the director should scold me when he hears it later. You can go to that brother by yourself, anyway, you know this place well."

The weather in Chudu was already as hot as early summer. Although the central air conditioner was turned on in the inpatient building, Zhou Dong was sweating slightly after walking all the way.

When he walked to the door of Ward [-], Zhou Dong frowned.

Before the door was opened, I felt gusts of hot air coming out from the crack of the door, especially accompanied by a weird smell of sweaty feet. ah.

Just listen to the chanting inside the door, 'The best taste in the world is plum salt, but the original face is true, the star anise is the tyrant of the minister, and the pepper and garlic are also bullying the king! '

This old man is really getting more and more crazy. He is not afraid of the heat when the door is closed and the air conditioner is closed in summer, and he still writes poems?

Zhou Dong shook his head again and again, pushed open the door of the ward, squeezed his nose and rushed in, without looking at the old lunatic sitting cross-legged on the bay window, the first thing he did was to open the window, turn on the air conditioner and turn on the ventilation, and then He rushed out the door quickly, clutching his nose and waiting.

"Brother Dong, can't you bear such a little bit of heat? It seems that your heart is still not quiet enough, you need to cultivate your mind!

Otherwise, with your mentality, how can you go further in cooking? "

Why bother to ask the old man with his back to Zhou Dong, sitting cross-legged on the bay window, with long hair fluttering, and his hospital gown fluttering around, he looks quite out of the world, but his voice is a bit unpleasant, muffled and hoarse, like a man suffering from a cold Baritone singer.

There was a bowl of noodles in front of him, and he didn't seem to have touched a few chopsticks. Based on Zhou Dong's experience of eating noodles from various cuisines these days, he could tell at a glance that this was the Fushan noodles of Lu cuisine.

The characteristics of Fushan noodles are still very obvious: uniform strip shape, mellow and smooth, tough and soft, and delicious marinade.

It is divided into three types: solid, hollow, and dragon whiskers.There are more than a dozen varieties of noodles, such as big stew, warm stew, fried sauce, three delicacies, clear soup, etc. Why bother to ask that the bowl in front of you is flat noodles, which is served with fried sauce.

Zhou Dong frowned unknowingly. He ate five-star food these days, and all he was dealing with were super second-level white case masters, so he could pick out a lot of faults, let alone the masters in the tea shed and cafeteria.

This is also called sauce?Not to mention the dark ones, it doesn't have the oily feeling that fried sauce should have at all, and the side is actually the kind of flat noodles sold in supermarkets!If it wasn't for the flavor of the marinade, Zhou Dong probably wouldn't have recognized that it was Fushan noodles.

"Really? You can see that this noodle is wrong, right? It's not for people to eat! Brother Dong, am I right?"

Why bother to look sideways at Zhou Dong, with a look of grievance on his face: "Look at it, look at it, this is how they abuse our patients!"

"Grandpa He, this side is not very good, so don't look at it. But you are different from two or three months ago. You were not so picky before."

Zhou Dong remembered that the old man had the most delicious food. A bowl of white rice and a stick of pickled radish could be eaten by him like a big meal. It’s only been two or three months since I saw him. How come he is like a gourmet?

And the poem just now, "The best taste in the world is plum salt", Zhou Dong has met many people who can eat during this time, but he has never heard such words.

"That's what I said, my old man knows how to eat it! I used to be seriously ill, but now my condition has improved. Of course, I have requirements for treatment."

Why bother to ask? He laughed and said, "Boy, did you hear Grandpa recite poems just now? Aren't you a 'high-achieving student' who graduated from a cooking school? Let's talk about it. How should we explain 'the best taste in the world is plum salt'?"

(End of this chapter)