Siheyuan: When I became the control group of Qin Huairu

After breakfast, Yang Hehua went out to work carrying an empty backpack.

Yang Hehua planned to go to the mountains outside the city to get some dry firewood after get off work in the afternoon, and she also told Xiao Qian about this.

When we arrived at the cafeteria, some people had already arrived. When they saw Yang Hehua, they all greeted her, but their attitude was a bit stiff and distant.

What Liu Lan did yesterday was indeed not right, but it also made them see clearly that the widow Yang Hehua is a person with a backer.

Look, Director Wang is so polite to her.

Since he is a co-worker, you cannot avoid dealing with him. If you can't afford to offend him, just stay away from him.

Yang Hehua naturally noticed their attitude, but she didn't care.

After all, being a kitchen helper in the canteen of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill was only her life plan for the next ten or even twenty years. She would quit after the reform and opening up.

And there is no mandatory requirement to make true friends in the workplace.

After putting her things away and changing into her work clothes, Yang Hehua started her day's work.

The canteen where Yang Hehua works is the second canteen. In addition to He Yuzhu, who is good at Sichuan cuisine, there are two other chefs, Master Yang and Master Ma.

As for He Yuzhu's two disciples, Ma Hua and Fatty, they did not appear on the scene until a few years later.

The rest are basically kitchen helpers and apprentices.

A kitchen helper is the chef's assistant, mainly doing tasks such as cutting vegetables and preparing side dishes.

The dishes that the canteen took out from the warehouse today were autumn cowpeas, cabbage, potatoes, ten pounds of lean meat, and some seasoning side dishes such as peppers.

Yang Hehua and another colleague were squatting on the ground, peeling potatoes.

As soon as Master Ma came in and saw the meat on the chopping board, he began to sigh: "Alas! This idiot Zhu is away on leave, and the logistics department only provides us with ten pounds of meat for the canteen, and it's lean meat. What should we do with it? Even if we give each person a piece, it's not enough!"

Master Yang also had a worried look on his face, scratching his head. "Who said it wasn't true? Our second canteen is the largest of the five canteens, and we receive two to three thousand workers every day. The people from the logistics department only gave us ten kilograms of meat. How do we divide it? Whether it's stir-fried meat with shredded potatoes or stir-fried meat with cabbage, it's not very good."

"The worker in front got some meat, and when it's the turn of the worker behind, there's nothing left. If there's a commotion, it'll be a disaster!"

As he spoke, Master Yang seemed to realize something. He glanced at Yang Hehua who was peeling potatoes with her head down, and then gave a wink to Master Ma. The two of them immediately fell silent and just drank their tea in silence.

In fact, everyone in the second cafeteria knew that this was a small trick played by Li Huaide from the Logistics Department to deal with He Yuzhu's broken leg.

Since they couldn't deal with Yang Hehua, they would focus on the second canteen as a whole.

Yang Hehua naturally also understood the implicit meaning of the two cooks.

After two expansions, the number of workers at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill has increased from more than 1,000 to more than 7,000.

The number of canteens has also increased from 2 to 5.

What made Yang Hehua feel very strange was that among the five chefs in the canteen, only He Yuzhu’s Sichuan cuisine was authentic.

It was precisely because of his craftsmanship that Director Wang and Li Huaide took a fancy to him, no matter how foul-mouthed he was.

I don’t even know if this is the protagonist’s halo?

It is impossible to say that there are no Sichuan chefs in such a big city like Beijing. It’s just that those Sichuan chefs are too lazy to cook in factories.

For them, working in a factory canteen, there is naturally no room for improvement in their cooking skills.

Moreover, the salary that the factory can offer to chefs is only level 6, no higher.

He Yuzhu had been an apprentice at Fengze Garden before, so he was naturally an expert at Sichuan cuisine. Moreover, in order to support his family, and under the persuasion of Yi Zhonghai, the old man, he naturally didn't mind where he worked.

He Yuzhu broke his leg when he kicked himself.

It is said that a broken bone takes a hundred days to heal. It will take He Yuzhu at least three months before he can go back to work and cook.

If he didn't come back to cook during this period, Li Huaide from the logistics department would always make things difficult for their canteen because of the two incidents involving He Yuzhu and Liu Lan.

Maybe for ten days or half a month, no one will care, but after a long time, the people in the cafeteria who have been bullied for a long time will inevitably hate themselves.

Thinking of this, Yang Hehua stood up suddenly and said, "Master Ma, Master Yang, how about trying stir-fried autumn cowpea with minced meat?"

Master Ma didn't say anything, but Master Yang's face was not very good. After all, the reason why their canteen encountered such a thing was because of Yang Hehua. After hearing what Yang Hehua said, he thought for a while and said, "Comrade Hehua, I'm talking to Master Ma about the menu later. As a kitchen helper, please don't interrupt, okay?

You are an outsider saying this to us insiders. I suggest you keep your mouth shut when you go out, do your job as a kitchen helper, and don't worry about our chef's affairs. "

Master Yang's words were very impolite.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire cafeteria was very low.

Yang Hehua smiled and said, “Master Yang, I don’t know how I have offended you for saying this.

You are right, I am indeed a kitchen helper, but you cannot discriminate against me just because I am a kitchen helper. You and Master Ma had a problem just now, and I was just making a suggestion.

You can choose not to accept it, but others will attack me personally.

I help in the kitchen, but I also read books privately and learn how to cook!

I am a kitchen helper, but I can’t be a kitchen helper forever! "

Nowadays, cooks are sent to learn from masters since they are young, and basically have no cultural background.

After hearing Yang Hehua's long string of words, Master Yang's face became even worse: "Since Comrade Hehua has given your suggestion, why don't you try to cook this dish and let us see where your improvement as a kitchen helper is?"

"Okay!"

Yang Hehua put the potatoes and broken pieces of bowl in her hand on the ground. After washing her hands, she washed and cut the raw materials she needed.

In fact, it is very simple to stir-fry cowpea and minced meat. First, dice the green and red peppers, cut the meat into minced meat, cut the cowpea into small pieces, and set aside a little minced garlic.

Considering that the logistics department did not provide much meat, Yang Hehua cut a small piece of meat about the size of her thumb, which was less than half an ounce.

As she moved smoothly, people in the cafeteria gathered around.

The kitchen helper yells at the chef in the cafeteria. This is a rare scene!

Ever since what happened yesterday, everyone has been afraid of Yang Hehua.

Seeing that she and Master Yang were arguing, no one came over to mediate.

It is true that Yang Hehua is a martyr's relative, but they were also bullied by the logistics department because Yang Hehua offended Li Huaide.

How could there be no resentment in my heart?

Seeing people gathering around, Yang Hehua didn't care and continued to do her own thing.

As time passed, the fragrance from the pot slowly spread out.

When the dish was taken out of the pot and served on a plate, everyone looked at the plate of steaming cowpea fried with minced pork in Yang Hehua's hand, which was full of color, aroma and taste.

The air in the kitchen was filled with the rich aroma of the minced cowpea meat. My nose couldn't help but twitch a few times, and the saliva in my mouth couldn't help but increase, until it filled my entire mouth and could no longer contain it, and I swallowed it into my stomach.

Master Yang and Master Ma looked at each other and thought, this is a master!

"Everyone! Please enjoy!"

Yang Hehua put a plate of fried cowpea with minced meat on the table and said to everyone.