Fast Travel: Those Years of Saving Destiny

Pregnant women are extremely emotionally sensitive, especially Xi Yanyan, who had a bad temper. When she saw He Aiguo's black face, the couple quarreled again.

Of course, Xi Yanyan was talking most of the time, while He Aiguo looked at him impatiently, demonstrating the superiority of silence over sound to the extreme.

People upstairs and downstairs had heard about He Aiguo's daily farce. At first, everyone tried to persuade them, but within three or four days, everyone became numb. It was true that this couple was too quarrelsome, even if they weren't originally. People who know the affairs of the two elders of the Xi family also know most of it from their mutual exposure.

So not long after the results about Mr. Xi came out, He Aiguo had to leave the military region. Perhaps because of his innocent background, he was eventually placed in the textile factory where Xi's mother was the director. Yanyan reluctantly followed He Aiguo away from the military area with her belly in her arms.

Rong Luo, who had already completed her employment on the island, had no idea about this. At this moment, she was sweating profusely and waving a big spoon on the stove, feeling very satisfied as she watched pot after pot of cooking being cooked.

Chef Li on the side was also very satisfied with Rong Luo's adaptation, "Big pot dishes are just as good as big pot dishes. Your arm strength is still a bit lacking. From now on, tie a sandbag to your arm and practice for a while."

"Okay, Uncle Li, you can go and rest in the back, I'll just cook."

Monitor Sun on the side listened to the conversation between the two and followed Rong Luo's advice, "Uncle Li, go and sit in the back. I think Sister Rong's cooking is fine. Besides, there are still us here."

When the other little warriors in charge of cooking heard this, they patted their chests and said, "We are there."

Looking at the big guys working together, Chef Li nodded with satisfaction and walked back.

And Rong Luo took the time to look at the long queue of people waiting outside, and couldn't help but speed up the movements of her hands. Then no matter how she speeded up, the food at the window never stopped.

When lunch ended at 1:30, Rong Luo held the lunch box and sat down next to Chef Li with a grin on his face. As soon as he sat down, he couldn't help shaking his sore arms, "No wonder you always said that this experience is too much on the way here." It’s hard, I’m really not used to it all of a sudden.”

"Why do you regret it?"

"That's not the case, but I need to practice my arm strength." Rong Luo looked at the colleagues scattered around eating and was very satisfied. "There are many people and few things. Why didn't I think of coming to this place before?"

"That's because you don't know." Looking at Rong Luo's happy look, Chef Li also breathed a sigh of relief, "When we go back, go to the beach to get some sand and dry it, then sew it up with cloth and wear it on your arm. If Bu You is rich, he can also have two on his legs. We can make up for the deficiencies in nature the day after tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll go there after dinner. It just so happens that some of the tickets I brought are going to pass soon. I'll go to the supply and marketing cooperative to use them all in a while." Rong Luo mentally calculated the tickets he brought when he came, and speeded up The speed of eating.

Seeing that Rong Luo was so successful, Chef Li didn't give any instructions.

The days were spent in busyness, and the New Year came in a blink of an eye. As a sous chef, Rong Luo also saw the disadvantages of being crowded for the first time, that is, the sore arms were no longer his own, but looking at the smiling faces of everyone, She couldn't help but curl her lips and continued to work with her head down.

Choosing vegetables, washing vegetables, cutting vegetables, stir-frying, seasoning, and putting out dishes are all a pain and a pleasure. Of course, there are additional benefits for Rong Luo, that is, her craftsmanship is getting better and better. He can even cook occasionally, but Rong Luo does not have any special dishes that he is good at. He usually cooks familiar home-cooked dishes. Chef Li's suggestion is to try to develop his own cuisine in private. In this way, if Anyone who has become a chef someday will also have an exclusive secret recipe that he can come up with.

Regarding Chef Li's condition, Rong Luo felt that it was really a big task from heaven. Although he wanted to refuse, he could only hold back his words of rejection every time he looked at Chef Li's hopeful eyes and began to work hard.

Privately, he bought a stove and pots and pans in his single dormitory, and started developing dishes when he had free time.

What about Shandong cuisine paired with Sichuan cuisine, Cantonese cuisine paired with Jiangsu cuisine, and Zhejiang cuisine paired with Anhui cuisine? In the end, a hodgepodge was created. And her dark cuisine also daunted Chef Li, and later directly stopped the development of Rong Luo and used him He said, "You'd better stop fussing and just make the dishes more delicious based on the original ones. As for this specialty dish, don't even think about it."

With Chef Li's words, Rong Luo herself breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn't help but feel disgusted by what she was eating during this period. How could it be sweet and salty? It was a bit fresh at first, but she couldn't stand the fried ones. It's so much that even a strong stomach won't be able to bear it after one plate. And this era is about not being wasteful, so Rong Luo can't do anything wasteful under the influence of his ears and eyes.

Although she really wanted Chef Li to share some of the burden for her, every time she looked at his old face, Rong Luo felt that her conscience was condemned and she could only swallow all the pain alone.

With the beginning of spring, Rong Luo changed out of his heavy cotton clothes. Facing the blackened wall, he had no choice but to go to the scrap station to find old newspapers and bring them back to stain the wall.

Rong Luo was not the only one who had the same idea, so when she rushed to the scrap station, although it was not overcrowded, they were still standing next to each other.

After looking at a gap, Rong Luo leaned in and dug in. However, the better-looking ones had already been adjusted. She could only continue to rummage through the remaining ones, hoping to find some that were of better quality and less damaged. use.

Rong Luo couldn't tell the difference between a broken vase, a broken table leg or a bed leg, but judging from the appearance, it was a good material for making a fire. In line with the principle of not wasting, he directly piled all the usable things he pulled out into his own. Next to his legs, when he was waiting for the final check, he looked at a hill beside him. Rong Luo held his forehead, feeling very torn, wanting to put it down but not wanting to.

The old man at the scrap yard seemed to be used to this kind of situation. Looking at Rong Luo's confused look, he suggested, "Girl, it's good to take these wooden legs back and make a fire. They're much easier to burn than the firewood you brought." , Don’t look at the fact that spring is here now. When the cold spring comes, I’ll look at your thin little body. I’m afraid it won’t be possible if you don’t light the stove at night.

It’s very windy at night on Nanyuan Island, so there’s no harm in being prepared. "

After being talked through, Rong Luo happily paid five yuan in the end and got a lot of bits and pieces. Perhaps because it was difficult for Rong Luo to get them, the old man at the scrap yard lent his pallet truck to Rong Luo. He took two extra sacks to help Rong Luo pack his things.