Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

Spring 1962

Cao Wei followed behind Director Wang of the Street Office silently. With his 1.8-meter-tall body, he attracted a lot of attention as he walked along the road. People around him were whispering about this new neighbor.

"This guy is really handsome. Is he new here? Which courtyard is he assigned to?"

"Which other courtyard could it be? There's only one house in this area, Courtyard 95."

"Oh? The yard of the steel mill."

Cao Wei sighed in his heart, he couldn't escape it after all.

He is a typical time traveler who traveled from the future to this fiery era.

In the later life, he was just a cook, not a big shot. What he dealt with every day was cooking, cooking, and cooking. In his spare time, he would think about his cooking skills or watch short videos. Occasionally, while watching, he would open Quark to learn the essence of neighboring countries. His life was neither good nor bad, but he didn't know why. One day, he opened his eyes and closed them again, and it was dark.

Then he was born.

Born in this unstable era.

He was born in 42, when he was born was during the war. Fortunately, his family was not special and his father was a cook.

It was only natural that he followed in his father's footsteps.

I started learning cooking since I was young, and when I reached a certain age, I became an apprentice at Fengze Garden.

He didn't care. As a cook, he wouldn't get rich, but he wouldn't starve to death. With the memory of his past life, his cooking skills could barely be called "perfect." It was just that his master's evaluation of him was "a little clever, but not much," which made him a little dissatisfied.

Just when he thought that this life would be no different from his previous one, he met someone.

The guy named He Daqing and He Yuzhu suddenly awakened his memory.

"Love in the Courtyard"!

In later generations, it was also called "The Courtyard Full of Birds".

The residents of the courtyard played by the actors in the play were ridiculed by netizens, such as the ultimate sucker, the moral god, and the white lotus. In a word, the comments of this play are more exciting than the drama. The fan fiction of this play is even more varied.

Cao Wei didn't really care. After all, he had already made up his mind about his future plans. He would hone his cooking skills before the "reform and opening up" and open his own restaurant after the "reform and opening up". As for the rest, it didn't matter to him. He didn't care who was who.

But things went against our wishes. Fengze Garden closed down. Ever since the public-private partnership, this news has been circulating. As it spread, it became true.

His whole body was numb.

He was not too worried. Last year, his chef level had been raised to level 6. It was not difficult for a level 6 chef to find a job, so he was easily arranged. But after all, he had been a fellow apprentice for so many years, and his master was doing a good job. It was more or less affected by his mentality when he was gone.

Director Wang stopped.

Cao Wei also quickly withdrew his thoughts and stopped.

The two stopped at the legendary No. 95 Nanluoguxiang.

The dark red gate was open and looked a little shabby, as if it had not been maintained for some years. In the courtyard, wisps of smoke were rising slowly, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, creating a unique artistic conception.

"We're here, Xiao Cao. This is number 95."

"Ding, contacting the origin of this world, the system is officially activated, starting up... 1,2,3, , ."

"Xiao Cao? Xiao Cao? What are you daydreaming about?" Director Wang looked at Cao Wei and thought to himself that his nephew's cooking skills were OK, but he was a bit silly. I hope he won't be bullied.

"Oh, it's okay, Aunt Wang. It's my first time seeing such a big and prestigious place. I'm a little overwhelmed." Cao Wei smiled and replied. His heart was already in turmoil. System? Good thing! It's time for me, Cao Wei, to make a fortune!

"I think your thinking is problematic. There is no such thing as a prestigious family these days. Don't talk nonsense when you go out." Director Wang glared at Cao Wei in dissatisfaction, confirming that his nephew was indeed a bit silly.

"Hehe." Cao Wei didn't explain and just laughed twice.

Perhaps he heard some noise, a thin middle-aged man wearing glasses came out.

When he saw Director Wang, his eyes lit up, he bent down slightly, trotted over, and walked over: "Hey, Director Wang, how come you have time to come to our place today?"

Yan Bugui looked at his new neighbor and sighed inwardly, there was no house in the backyard.

"How could you, Yan Bugui, not know what I'm doing here?" Director Wang said jokingly, pointing at the tall Cao Wei behind him: "This is my nephew, he will live in your courtyard from now on. Don't get me wrong, he didn't come through my backdoor, my nephew was snatched away by the leader of your steel mill and arranged for him. This is the uncle in charge of this courtyard - Yan Bugui. He's a primary school teacher."

"A man of culture!" Cao Wei nodded and greeted him: "Hello, Teacher Yan Bu."

He speaks respectfully, without any greasy tone, but makes people feel the respect for cultured people.

"Hello, hello. From now on, we are neighbors in the yard. Come on, I'll take you in..."

Before he could finish his words, a powerful voice came from behind him.

"Director Wang?"

A few people looked back and saw a middle-aged man with a short haircut and a square face. He looked as stern as a referee.

"What a coincidence, you're late from get off work?"

"Well, there are a few parts in the factory that they can't handle." Yi Zhonghai smiled slightly, obviously quite confident in his craftsmanship.

"Okay, that's just right. Let me introduce you to my nephew..." Director Wang introduced Cao Wei and said to Cao Wei, "He's also the manager of the yard. He works at the steel mill. Most of the people in this yard are from the steel mill. You can have a companion tomorrow. Yi Zhonghai, can you help me tomorrow? Is that okay?"

"Okay, it's no big deal. Welcome, young comrade. It's almost time. No one has lived in that house for a long time. I'll organize some people to help clean it up. It's just the beginning of spring, so it's not too cold. There's still time to buy some things tomorrow. How about this?" Yi Zhonghai looked at Director Wang. He was a practical man. When he saw that someone had been assigned to the house, he immediately thought about how to get people to stay there.

"Okay, you arrange it. You have experience. I have something else to do, so I won't accompany you in. Cao Wei, just follow Yi Zhonghai in." Director Wang was completely confident in Yi Zhonghai.

"Okay, thank you Aunt Wang."

"Then Lao San, you take the people to look at the house. I will go back to eat. I will organize some people later. Comrade, have you eaten yet? If not, you can come to my house for a meal."

"I've eaten, I've eaten. Come back after you've finished eating. Thank you for your help."

"Hey, we're all neighbors, it's no big deal."