Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

Han Cheng was a deputy-department-level cadre. In a unit like the Ministry of Machinery Industry, he could only be considered a middle-level cadre, or even a deputy middle-level cadre. So he definitely couldn't live in a two-story building. The young man turned around and came to a few rows of tube-shaped buildings. He shouted from the bottom of the building, "Han Ming..."

At this time, a young man opened the window on the second floor and said to the young man outside, "Xiaopeng, I can't go out today."

"I'm not asking you to go out and play. I'm here to give you a message. Please tell me. It won't be good if others hear this," said the young man.

"Okay." Han Ming came down from the stairs soon, walked to a corner with the young man, and whispered a few words to him.

Han Ming's face was full of worry, and he sighed from time to time. Finally, he shook his head. The young man waved his hand and came out alone.

In fact, Zhang Dabao didn't want Han Ming to come out. He just wanted to get to know him. With such a bad guy like Han Ming around, and Han Cheng still wanting to be the director, it would be good enough for him to retire as a deputy director.

Han Ming was also about 17 or 18 years old, tall and thin, and dressed very decently, wearing a cool shirt with sleeves rolled up, black pants, and a pair of Liberation shoes. Han Ming made a good first impression, like a student. Who would have thought that he was a brutal person?

After Han Ming finished talking to the young man, he watched him leave. Only after the young man walked a long way did he turn around and go upstairs.

"Xiao Ming, who's looking for you?" Han Ming's mother asked her son quietly.

"Wang Peng from Uncle Wang's family," Han Ming sat down on the sofa and said to his mother.

"That Uncle Wang? The youngest in Vice Minister Wang's family is called Wang Peng," Wei Jingjing confirmed again.

"Isn't it him? A man came from the Northeast and wanted to find you through me. He works in a steel plant in the Northeast. He is afraid of the cold and wants to be transferred to Beijing. His bag is full of good things. He gave Wang Peng two boxes of foreign cigarettes. It seems that this man wants to invest a lot of money." Han Ming said.

"No matter how good something is, it can't get out. The man you beat was lying in front of the Hongxing Police Station this morning. If you get out, how are you going to explain it to others if they see you? Will you say that your mental illness has been cured?" Wei Jingjing said to her son.

"If you don't want to go, then don't go. What's the big deal about beating an ordinary person? Really. Can these people go where I'm going? Do they know where Lao Mo is?" Han Ming said dissatisfiedly.

"That person will definitely come again if he wants to do something. When he comes again, I will ask you to leave." Wei Jingjing also took the package that she said to her son to heart.

At the entrance of the Machinery Industry Department, Zhang Dabiao gave Wang Peng a cigarette, declined the invitation to play together, and left after waiting for a while. However, the two crows arranged their tasks. One was monitoring Han Ming to see when he would come out, and the other followed Wang Peng. Zhang Dabiao also wanted to know where these people were going to play and what they were going to play.

After passing through the alley, he came to the street and arrived at an abandoned yard. When he came out, Zhang Dabao had already changed his clothes, took out the motorcycle from the space, and then returned to the yard.

"Dongxu, go to Chunfeng Hutong early tomorrow afternoon. There is a goose left there. Go and clean it up early. I have an appointment with Director Shi for dinner," said Zhang Dabao when he saw Jia Dongxu resting in the backyard.

"No problem, Uncle Qi, can I bring some dishes or something?" Jia Dongxu asked.

"Bring some potatoes and some peppers, both red and green. This time, it's for young people to eat, and there are no old people or children. You can add some peppers. It tastes spicy," Zhang Dabao thought for a while and said to Jia Dongxu.

"I like spicy food, and I felt like something was missing when I ate goose last time," said Jia Dongxu.

"Why don't you do it this time?" Zhang Dabao asked Jia Dongxu with a smile.

"No, I have to wait and see. There are still a lot of geese in the yard." Jia Dongxu refused. He had no confidence in his craftsmanship.

"Dad, what did you say?" It was at this time that Banggeng came back and heard Jia Dongxu's last words.

"What do I mean? Your seventh uncle wants to invite Director Shi and others for dinner, and asked me to stew a goose. I'm not very good at it, and I'm afraid I can't do it well. He said I can do it next time. Is there anything wrong with that?" Jia Dongxu said loudly to his son.

"That's not it. What do you mean by there are still a lot in the yard? Do you want to eat the geese in the yard? Don't you know that I keep these geese for laying eggs? I'll tell grandma when she comes back and let her deal with you," Banggeng said angrily.

"I'm going to deal with you now," Jia Dongxu said angrily.

Zhang Dabao grabbed him and said, "Banggeng is still a child. Why are you doing the same thing as him? Let me teach you how to make knife-cut noodles. Instead of beating the child, you might as well learn something," Zhang Dabao said.

"Knife-cut noodles, is there a way to eat noodles like this?" Jia Dongxu's attention was diverted.

"You're not happy when I say you're ignorant. Knife-cut noodles have a long history. Don't you like listening to the stories in The Romance of Sui and Tang Dynasties? This kind of noodles was invented by a character in the book," Zhang Dabao said to Jia Dongxu while waving at Banggeng. Seeing this, Banggeng went to the cross-yard, took out a sickle, and left with the basket on his back.

"A character in the book? Could it be Cheng Yaojin? He loves eating the most," said Jia Dongxu.

"It's not Cheng Yaojin, it's Chai Shao, Princess Pingyang's man. He invented it. It looks like a willow leaf, smooth on the outside and chewy on the inside. It's soft but not sticky. The more you chew it, the more fragrant it becomes. Go get the noodles, I'll tell you the secret." Zhang Dabao liked Jia Dongxu's eagerness to learn.

Jia Dongxu had always been a poor student in the steel mill, which gave Yi Zhonghai a headache, but there was nothing he could do. Yi Zhonghai wanted to train Jia Dongxu to be a senior technician, but he did not expect that not only did he fail to become a senior technical worker, but he stayed at the position of a first-level worker for seven years, making him a legend in the steel mill and bringing shame to Yi Zhonghai.

If you can't be a high-level technical worker, being a high-level chef is also good. At least you won't starve to death.

"One pound of noodles and three ounces of water..." Zhang Dabao wrote a tutorial on knife-cut noodles from Baidu Encyclopedia and gave it to Jia Dongxu, then went to make some meat stew himself.

The water in the big iron pot boiled. Zhang Dabao put a piece of noodles in his hand, demonstrated to Jia Dongxu, and started to cut them with a kitchen knife. At this time, He Yuzhu, Xu Damao and others were standing not far away and watching. The noodles in Zhang Dabao's hand kept flying out with the knife and fell into the big pot. After a while, a piece of noodles was cut, and Zhang Dabao put the washed rapeseed in it, scooped out bowls of it, and put his own marinade on it.

"Let Dongxu peel another piece of noodles so that everyone can have a taste," Zhang Dabao said to the people gathered around him.

"Brother Damao, come here, sister-in-law, don't eat garlic anymore..." Zhang Dabao invited everyone to sit down and eat noodles.

"Da Biao, how come you know everything?" After Xu Damao ate two bowls of noodles, he could no longer say that he admired Zhang Da Biao, but rather worshipped him.