Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

"Gu Tao, right? These two people ordered you to touch Jia Dongxu's porcelain?" Seeing that the three people were silent, Zhang Dabao asked Gu Tao who was still lying on the ground.

"Don't talk nonsense, Jia Dongxu broke my foot," Gu Tao said, and then he hugged his foot and wailed.

"Very good, I hope you can hold on," Zhang Dabao said with a smile.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the onlookers felt that it was meaningless and dispersed. The two people who came later suddenly said, "I don't care about your business anymore," and turned around and wanted to leave.

"You try getting off," Zhang Dabao said as he pulled out an iron rod from the motorcycle.

The two were not sure whether Zhang Dabao dared to take action, but based on his performance just now, there was a high probability that he dared to do so, so they did not dare to move and stood where they were.

About twenty minutes later, Zhang Weihua and others arrived on bicycles.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Weihua asked Zhang Dabao after getting off the car.

"Robbing national finances," said Zhang Dabao, pointing to a postal bicycle on the side.

"No, it was Jia Dongxu who touched me and pressed on my foot," said Gu Tao.

"Which foot was pressed on you?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"This one," Gu Tao said, pointing to his left foot.

"That's not right. You were holding your right foot and shouting just now," said Zhang Dabao.

"The pressure was on the right foot, and the pain shifted to the left foot," said Gu Tao.

"I saw it. They have the nerve to come out and make trouble for money with such a poor performance. It's so unprofessional," Zhang Dabao said to Zhang Weihua with a smile.

"Gu Tao, there's nothing you can't do." Zhang Weihua knew the thug and had him handcuffed.

"These two people are Gu Tao's accomplices," Zhang Dabao said, pointing at the two men.

"What are you talking about? We are just passing by here. Don't talk nonsense. I don't know any of you," said the old man.

Zhang Weihua shook his head at Zhang Dabao, meaning that the two men could not be caught. Zhang Dabao nodded and let the two men go. At the same time, he sent his crow over to follow the two men.

At this time, the director of the post office Shi Chulai and Jia Dongxu also arrived.

"Director Shi, the man who robbed the post office's bicycle has been caught on the spot by the police," said Zhang Dabao.

"Director Zhang and Section Chief Zhang, thank you so much for protecting the national finances. So I will treat everyone to a dinner tonight and I would like to express my gratitude," said Shi Chu.

"Eating is a must, but I have to arrange it because Dongxu is my nephew, and you are Dongxu's leader as well as my leader. Uncle Zhang is my elder. Let's put it this way, Uncle Zhang, let's go to that small courtyard and I'll take Dongxu to prepare," Zhang Dabao said to the two.

"Okay, I just happen to want to talk to you about something, let's talk about it in the evening." Zhang Weihua agreed and left with Dun Tao.

"Director Shi, I have wanted to meet you for a long time. Tonight at 10 o'clock, let's go to No. Chunfeng Hutong, where my friends and I will have dinner. I will cook a few dishes tonight and we can get to know each other," Zhang Dabao said to Shi Chu.

"That's not nice. I should be the one to treat you." Shi Chulai was also quite polite.

"It's settled. We'll meet at six o'clock." After seeing off Director Shi Chulai, Zhang Dabao asked Jia Dongxu to go first while he went to buy some things.

The ingredients and other things were all in the space, and Jia Dongxu couldn't get them out even if he followed him. Jia Dongxu first returned to Yard 95 and said something to Qin Jingru, then went directly to Chunfeng Hutong.

Zhang Dabao just took a walk outside and took out four or five pounds of pork belly, two pounds of eggs, a salted fish, and some vegetables and went to Chunfeng Hutong.

"Dongxu, today you should learn how to make hand-rolled noodles. Here's the method." Zhang Dabao handed Jia Dongxu a piece of paper with the method of making hand-rolled noodles written on it.

"Is this the method of hand-rolling noodles?" Jia Dongxu took it.

"Once you learn this method, you can stop delivering letters and just make hand-rolled noodles to support your family," Zhang Dabao said to Jia Dongxu.

"Really? I have to study hard." Jia Dongxu looked at it attentively again.

Zhang Dabao then cut the meat into small pieces of one inch square and soaked them in cold water. He also cut a small bowl of lean meat into cubes. He planned to make the stew for braised pork and hand-rolled noodles.

When Jia Dongxu started to mix the dough, Zhang Dabiao started to cook the braised pork. Whether it was frying the sugar color or flipping the wok, Zhang Dabiao was very professional. Jia Dongxu was almost dumbfounded. Why was his uncle so good? You are a company commander. It’s okay to be good at fighting, but why are you so professional at cooking?

After Zhang Dabao put all the ingredients in, he brought the pot to a boil over high heat, then put them in a casserole and simmered them slowly over low heat.

Then I made the noodles with stew, and then I made salted fish steamed bread slices, scrambled eggs with chili peppers, spicy and sour shredded potatoes, stir-fried shredded pork with garlic sprouts, and vinegar lotus root slices.

Jia Dongxu exclaimed every time a dish was served, until all the dishes were ready. Zhang Dabao looked at the watch and it was five fifty. They should be here soon.

"Seventh Uncle, does the army still teach how to cook?" Jia Dongxu asked after wiping his mouth.

"Of course I will. Don't you know that there is a kitchen team in the army? After you learn how to make noodles, I will teach you how to cook," said Zhang Dabao, patting Jia Dongxu on the shoulder.

"That's great. I will definitely learn it well. I feel cooking is much more interesting than learning locksmithing. If it doesn't taste good, it's all wasted. If it tastes good, it's also because of the ingredients. If it doesn't taste good, it's not because of the ingredients. So why not make it taste better?" Jia Dongxu said.

"You know all the principles, why didn't you learn them well?" Zhang Dabao asked in surprise.

"The workpieces used in the factory are not mine, so I don't feel bad if they are wasted, but the food is not. Although these things are yours, you are my uncle, and you are treating me, so I feel bad if I waste a little." Jia Dongxu's words made Zhang Dabao unable to refute. You don't feel bad about public property, but you can't stand your own food. Who isn't like this?

There was a knock on the door, and Director Shi Chulai came in with two bottles of wine. Zhang Weihua and Cao Lianbiao also came not far away.

"Da Biao, it smells so good? Did you make it?" Zhang Weihua asked.

"Of course I made it. I heard that Brother Zhuzi would do it, but I didn't know what time he would be back, so I didn't wait. It's all ready. Please sit down." Zhang Dabao set up a table in the yard, not for anything else, just to keep cool.

"Chief Zhang, I didn't expect you to have this skill. Judging from the color and aroma, you are no different from a professional chef." Shi Chulai was also a little surprised and praised Zhang Dabao.

"Please don't be polite. As long as it tastes good to you, it's fine." Jia Dongxu poured wine for everyone and started eating and drinking.

After three rounds of wine and five kinds of dishes, Jia Dongxu made hand-rolled noodles for everyone, which won everyone's praise. "Dongxu, I didn't expect that you and Dabiao were both very talented people," Zhang Weihua said with a smile.

Jia Dongxu had heard a lot of compliments by now, so he chuckled a few times in response.

After finishing the noodles, Shi Chulai said goodbye, and Zhang Dabao and Jia Dongxu sent him to the gate of the courtyard.

"Dabao, come into the house, I have something to say to you," Zhang Weihua called Zhang Dabao.