Siheyuan: Fatty’s Counterattack

Li Huaide nodded, he had noticed it just now when he came in.

The kitchen used to be smoky and dirty, and every time he came in, there would be a layer of dust on his leather shoes; now the kitchen is shiny, all utensils are neatly placed, and all kinds of ingredients are neatly placed. Put them together...

I have to praise them. Such clean and hygienic conditions even whetted Li Huaide's appetite.

Li Huaide asked curiously: "Who wrote the words on this?"

The fat aunt pushed Shen Xuemei, who was hiding behind the crowd, to the front: "Director Li, you don't even know her name, do you?"

Li Huaide looked at Shen Xuemei in surprise. How could she write such beautiful handwriting?

After praising the job responsibility system, Li Huaide called the fat man to the small private room and asked Shen Xuemei to guard the door. He lowered his voice and said to him: "Follow me this afternoon. This meeting tonight is very confidential. After you go there, If you want to stay there for a day and a night, tell your family in advance and be sure to keep it secret!"

Hearing the seriousness of what he said, the fat man couldn't help but take it seriously: "Don't worry, Director Li, I'll just be cooking."

Director Li patted his arm with satisfaction: "That's what I like about you, you don't care about politics."

As soon as lunch break came, Fatty rode home and told Yu Li and Chen Yan about his business trip.

He fed Xu Jiang again and told him to guard the door of his house.

As a system product, Xujiang must be a high-quality product. It has a very high IQ and is very understanding of human nature, and it has grown bigger and bigger, and is now as big as a calf.

Fatty felt relieved to have such a big dog guarding the home. Liu Guangtian and the others were left alone last time.

By the way, speaking of Liu Guangtian, he has been miserable recently. Yang Weimin and the others robbed him several times. If he didn't give him, they would beat him to death!

For the sake of his own life, Liu Guangtian could only spit out all the things he had taken from others.

Liu Haizhong was also imprisoned by Xu Damao, forcing him to write a note and return all Lou Xiao'e's property that he had previously taken for himself to Xu Damao.

In the evening, Xu Damao lit a lamp and boiled oil at home, and worked overtime to organize materials.

Qin Jingru stayed by the side, fanning herself, wiping sweat, holding a lamp, feeding water...

Xu Damao had never enjoyed this kind of treatment from Lou Xiao'e before. Qin Jingru's adoring gaze was very helpful to him. If it weren't for the written materials, he would have wanted to carry Qin Jingru into the room.

Xu Damao worked hard until 4 o'clock in the morning, and finally completed the material given to him by Director Li.

He yawned, reached for the water glass, and found Qin Jingru lying on the edge of the table and falling asleep.

But even when he fell asleep, he still held the water glass in his hand, for fear that the water would be cold and he would have diarrhea if he drank it.

Xu Damao's eyes felt warm and he gently carried her back into the house.

When he came out and sorted the materials on the table, he suddenly found Lou Xiaoe's handwriting on the back of the draft paper, which said "No. 317 Xinzhong Street".

Xu Damao's beard was raised, and he said to himself: "Lou Xiao'e, you are really a cunning rabbit..."

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At night, Fatty stayed alone in the kitchen. Just concentrate on cooking and don't worry about anything else.

At this time, the leader's secretary came in and asked him: "Master Chen, I heard that in addition to Huaiyang cuisine, you also cook Sichuan cuisine quite authentically?"

"It's okay, but what I cook is not Beijing-style Sichuan cuisine or Shanghai-style Sichuan cuisine. What I cook is authentic Sichuan cuisine. I wonder if the leaders can accept it?"

The secretary smiled: "Director Wang recommended it to the leader, and the leader said he just wanted to try authentic Sichuan cuisine."

The fat man looked at the ingredients in the kitchen and said, "Then I'll make spicy chicken and mapo tofu."

The secretary asked again: "What are the characteristics of these two dishes?"

"For specialties, the spicy chicken dish is about eating the chili first and then the chicken, so that no ingredients are wasted; the mapo tofu is even more spicy and delicious, and it melts in your mouth."

The secretary knew what was going on, and after talking to the fat man for a few more words, he went out.

The level of their meeting today was indeed very high. The fat man judged from the portions of the dishes that there must be at least ten people.

After finishing the last dish of turtle soup today, the fat man wiped his sweat, sat on a chair and drained the tea in one breath, enjoying the satisfaction of finishing a big job.

At this moment, the secretary pushed the door open and came in, holding a glass of Fenjiu in his hand: "Master Chen, the leader thanks you for the meal you cooked today. Let me toast you with a toast for him."

The fat man quickly took it with both hands: "I don't dare to take it, I don't take it, thank the leader for me."

After saying that, he raised his neck and drank the glass of wine. When the secretary took the glass back, he stuffed a paper bag into it.

The fat man felt the thickness and knew that it was indispensable. The meal he had today was as good as the one he usually fished out for a month.

At night, the fat man stayed in the guest room. I have never seen the leader from the beginning to the end, so I am inevitably a little nervous.

This meeting was very long and continued on the second day.

When Fatty woke up today, he made several bowls of braised pork noodles based on the boss's taste.

Braised pork noodles can be said to be one of the most famous traditional noodle snacks in Jiangnan area. It was pioneered by Tong Dexing Noodle House in Suzhou in the 30s.

The biggest feature of the braised pork noodles is that there is a huge piece of pork belly in the bowl, which is braised in a wide soup. The meat is as crispy as tofu and has a rich flavor.

As expected, this bowl of noodles was loved by the leader. The secretary came back with two empty bowls and said happily: "Master Chen, the leader wants to see you."

The fat man took off his hat, took off his apron, cleaned himself up briefly, and followed the secretary to the living room.

Sitting on the sofa on the left is the leader. Zuo Weizun! The woman on the other side should be the leader's wife.

The fat man stepped forward to greet him, and the leader looked at him with satisfaction: "Okay, I didn't expect that Master Chen is already a famous master of Huaiyang and Sichuan cuisine at such a young age."

The fat man is very modest: "I don't dare to be a famous person yet. My skills are limited and limited by my vision. Many dishes produced do not taste like the local ones in Jiangnan."

"Don't underestimate yourself. At your age, it's already amazing that you can cook Huaiyang cuisine like this."

I accompanied the leader and spoke a few words to the leader’s wife, mainly in the form of questions and answers.

The leader's wife asked him: "Master Chen, aren't you curious about our identities?"

The fat man shook his head decisively: "When we came here, our director gave us instructions to establish a strong sense of confidentiality and do what we should do well."

The leader praised him and said: "You have a strong sense of confidentiality. Master Chen, you have worked hard. Just make two home-cooked dishes at noon. Have a good rest and refresh yourself. You have to work hard again in the evening..."

Back in the guest room, Fatty lay on the bed quite bored.