59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

In the evening, Sha Zhu arrived as promised.

"Brother Zhuzi, let me make it clear first. I can spend money for this news."

Chen Hao wasn't completely stupid either. He told them that he spent money to buy steamed buns and treated them to roasted bird.

Sha Zhu is really willing to spend money on his wife.

"Haozi, one piece is enough!"

"Enough, enough!"

The middleman and information dealer Chen Hao once again received one yuan of labor fee from Wang Po. He was so happy that he didn't feel the hard work anymore, and the steamed bread in school was no longer bad.

I wish time would pass faster.

After all, the cost he paid was just to treat the squad leader and his younger brother to a steamed bun.

I earned more than 9 cents with tears and blood, plus a lunch box of delicious food.

"I heard that Teacher Ran likes to eat fish, especially fish cooked with tofu."

Sha Zhu nodded with satisfaction. This time he brought paper and pen with him and carefully wrote down the news in his little notebook.

"Mad man, I bought the book, but it's terrible. I fell asleep as soon as I read it."

Sha Zhu looked at Chen Feng and said flatteringly: "How about you analyze it for me? I won't look at them one by one. I'm too sleepy!"

Chen Feng also felt that the thing was hypnotic, but it wouldn't be a big problem if he just dealt with it casually.

"Okay, I'll help you during the day and explain it to you for two hours at night. In exchange, you have to teach me the secret recipe."

"Zhu Zi, I'm talking about the secret recipe of your Tan family cuisine, not the abridged version with some tricks left out."

Sha Zhu was a little hesitant. Even though he had accepted an apprentice at the Red Star Steel Mill, he was mentally prepared to pass on the real core to his son and grandson.

This is a family inheritance system, and the master-disciple relationship cannot be loosened.

"Xiao Feng, I can agree to other things, but not Tan's cuisine."

"My father made me swear an oath that the secret recipe passed down from generation to generation would only be passed down to males and not females, and would only be passed down to sons and not to outsiders."

Chen Jianguo, who was playing chess with the old man, said without looking up, "Tan's cuisine is not good, but Sichuan cuisine, Shandong cuisine, and halal cuisine are OK."

"That's no problem!" Sha Zhu said immediately, "A secret recipe will do."

Chen Feng rolled his eyes.

These secret recipes are kept as a reduced version. Most top chefs pass down their skills from generation to generation in their families and will not leak them out to allow outsiders to take over the throne of their descendants.

"Come, teach me how to make pastries today."

Sha Zhu happily agreed, walked into the kitchen, opened the cupboard directly, and was extremely envious of the complete collection of flour, white flour, glutinous rice, sugar, sesame seeds, chili pepper, soy sauce, vinegar, ginger, peanuts, peanut oil, etc.

He is a cook and he doesn't even have all these things.

The main problem is that fuel is difficult to get.

He knew very well that if he brought back the leftovers, his superiors would not suffer any consequences.

But if I bring the oil back with me, once I’m reported, the higher-ups will definitely investigate.

Chen Hao, Chen Li, the old lady, and Zhou Qing were all standing nearby.

The first two are there to have a taste, and the last two are there to learn something.

Sha Zhu didn't mind. As long as it wasn't the ancestral Tan family cuisine, it was fine. He learned the Shandong cuisine pastry-making skills, which were the kind that could be taught to others.

Mix the dough, sprinkle with sesame seeds, cut into pieces, heat the oil, pick up and fry again...

A plate of simple hemp leaf pastry comes out of the pot.

"Boshan Lianggao requires soaking glutinous rice. I'll write down the process. You can prepare it tomorrow afternoon. I'll teach you how to make it in the evening."

Sha Zhu picked up a piece of fried cake and put it into his mouth.

"It's crispy and delicious. Do you want to eat it, little Lily?"

Chen Li said in a cute voice: "I want to!"

Chen Feng poured out one-third of the plate, handed the rest to Chen Hao, and said, "Take it to Grandpa and Second Uncle, and you guys should eat too, don't squat in the kitchen."

Chen Hao asked: "Brother, why don't we divide it again? We can't compete with Second Uncle."

Chen Li nodded on the side.

Actually, Chen Jianguo didn’t eat much, but he liked to tease people, so he would deliberately grab the food like crazy, and then the two younger ones would follow his example, fearing that they would not be able to eat anything after a while.

"That's fine." Chen Feng said with a smile.

Three points is definitely a disadvantage for two small ones.

But unfortunately, they don’t have enough IQ and think this is the fairest way.

The pot was divided into three plates, and Chen Hao and Chen Li carried two plates out.

Sha Zhu wrote down the production method of Boshan pastries and gave it to Chen Feng.

"Crazy, I'm going to cook two fish for lunch tomorrow and give one to Haozi as an excuse, and give one to Teacher Ran as well, is that ok?"

Chen Feng shook his head and said, "Don't worry. After a while, my mother will ask Teacher Ran to help Chen Hao with his lessons. Then I will invite you to my house to cook. You can show her your real skills and let her know what Tan's cuisine is. I guarantee that you will be able to deliver fish to her door with a licking face."

"There is a saying that goes, if you want to conquer a woman, you must first conquer her stomach."

When Sha Zhu heard this, he thought it was a good idea and it made a lot of sense.

The important thing is that once Teacher Ran agrees to give extra lessons, he can use any excuse to teach Chen Feng how to cook every day and let Teacher Ran know his cooking skills.

Chen Feng learned the cooking skills and won the heart of his teacher.

"That's a good idea. You have a solution."

Zhou Qing also thought this was a good idea and said, "Chen Hao really needs to take extra classes. He can't even get 60 points on the test. If he doesn't study hard now, he may not be able to get into university in the future."

"Then give him extra lessons. We will all keep an eye on him," said the old lady.

Chen Hao outside didn't know that he was about to start a miserable study career. He and Chen Li were sharing cakes.

After dinner, Zhou Qing asked him if he had finished his homework, and then he remembered that he still had homework to do.

Under the electric light, Chen Hao was doing his homework.

Chen Feng told the old man about his encounter with Xu Damao and the projection team in the afternoon.

"This is a good thing!" The old man said happily, "We were supposed to show movies on National Day, but the projection team gave priority to the factories. After the factories had finished showing all the movies, they gave priority to the Red Star Commune. We don't know where our compound will be in the queue."

"Yi Zhonghai went there several times but failed to get them to give in."

"You still have a way."

Chen Feng asked: "Grandpa, is this possible?"

He didn't know whether the projection team leader had enough power. This kind of thing was usually arranged by the factory propaganda department, which was a director-level official.

The old man smiled and said, "The projection team is the treasure of the publicity department. They are more valued than the director of the broadcasting room. If they come forward and change the order, they will generally give them this face."

"By the way, when you sell things these days, go find Niu Gengshen. He must have good wine, preferably Maotai, Xifeng, or Fenjiu."

Niu Gengshen is the logistics director of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill. He is several levels higher than Ye Jin and has more resources at his disposal.

Chen Feng didn't have much of a relationship with him before and was unwilling to take the initiative to ask for help.

Now that the other party has taken the initiative to find them, it will be easy to deal with.

Moreover, Chen Feng sold some prey over there, which was considered a return gift, and a gift for Niu Gengshen to come and work for him. It was reasonable and the other party should thank Chen Feng for giving him face.

It is a question of sequence, but it is full of human relationships.

If Chen Feng had come to them before and asked for a job in exchange, who knows whether these bureaucrats would have asked for an exorbitant amount of money.

No matter what you believe in, don't trust their moral integrity.