Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

When Qin Jingru was young, she liked to eat.

Because there is no meat at home.

When I grew up and got married, I basically never ate it again.

Because compared with Cao Wei's craftsmanship, it was far inferior.

It’s not that she has forgotten the hard days in the past, but she thinks, since there are good things, why not eat them? Eating those things would only make herself suffer.

Is there a better recipe for stewed pork? This is good!

Thinking of this, Qin Jingru swallowed.

Cao Wei's face was filled with black lines. He knew what his wife was thinking just by listening to the sound of her swallowing saliva.

"No, braised pork is just like that. It can be improved, but after the improvement, it can no longer be considered braised pork..."

Logically speaking, each family has its own recipe for brine, so it is not difficult for Cao Wei to come up with a good brine recipe, but can that thing still be called braised pork? It seems that it is not possible. The key is that this "Mr. Ren" did not say anything, but just said that he wanted to eat braised pork.

I haven't thought about this for a while.

Liu Lan came in and said, "Master Cao, Madam Boss, Master Ren left two things behind, saying they were rewards. He said he told you about it, is that true?"

"Huh?" X2

When the two of them got to the front desk again, Ye Ren had already left.

One piece of "Tang Sancai" and one piece of "Cloisonné" were left behind.

"This is the general." Cao Wei muttered to himself as he looked at the two things that could be called "national treasures."

"Or, let's return it to the old man. It doesn't seem to be easy for him either."

"No, I won't pay it back. It's only natural to pay for a meal." Cao Wei shook his head. Some people don't need other people's sympathy. After saying that, he was about to go out.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Go ask someone about 'Master Ren'."

"What about me?" Qin Jingru pointed at herself.

"You, get to work." Cao Wei said as a matter of course.

Qin Jingru:? ? ?

It turns out that the queen sometimes has a bad temper. Cao gasped and walked home holding his waist. Before he got home, he saw Qin Huairu who came out to buy vegetables.

Seeing Cao Wei's expression, he couldn't help but laugh: "What's the matter? Did you make Lou Xiao'e angry again?"

"No, it's Jingru." Cao Wei waved his hand.

"Hmm?" Qin Huairu was curious. "With Jingru's personality, how could you possibly make her angry? Did you cheat her out of money?"

Qin Jingru, before she had a baby, she was the troublemaker in the family. After she had a baby, she became the troublemaker in the family. She was the only one who annoyed others, and no one else annoyed her. She was also very kind-hearted and never got angry under normal circumstances.

"I asked her to train some people, but she insisted on calculating on her own. Now that she's tied up in trouble, you can't blame me." Cao Wei shrugged.

"Have some shame." Qin Huairu rolled her eyes at him. "Those people under you have been with you for so many years. Qin Jingru has been at home all these years. Even if she listens to you and wants to be trained, it's only been a few months. How can she be trained?"

"Tsk, you've become smarter and not as easy to fool as before."

"You, you." Qin Huairu took his arm and walked out.

"Hey, why are you going?"

"Buy groceries. Now that you're back, you have to cook a meal."

"No, I came back for something."

"What's the problem? Why do you need such a meal?!"

That's the truth.

The courtyard is full of vitality in spring. The old tree in the middle courtyard has sprouted new buds. Uncle San is lying under the tree now. Winter has just passed, and the old man is willing to move his recliner to the middle courtyard to lie down and bask in the sun.

The weather is still a little cold, but if the sun comes out at noon and shines on the body, it will be warm and comfortable.

While the third uncle was still awake, Cao Wei planned to ask him for some information.

After all, the Third Uncle was a well-known broker in the area in the past, so he must be well-informed about the news.

When Cao Wei had nothing to do, he liked to chat with the old man in the yard.

According to the third uncle.

In the past, it was OK just after liberation, and it was good for a while until food stamps were issued. After that, it was not that life became worse, but it was hard to buy things. His family had many children, so he had to find other businesses on his own. It just so happened that his house was in the front yard, and he thought about introducing people to some ways while guarding the door, and he became an unprofessional broker on the side.

The subsidy is to help with household expenses, and this has been going on until now.

Yes, now the third uncle is still helping to introduce some connections.

The old man can't sit still.

"Ask a question? Just come to me."

When the old man heard that Cao Wei wanted to ask him something, he was immediately shocked. This guy is not short of money.

"Don't be so excited. Lie down, lie down. I'm just asking you something. You're old, and I'm afraid you'll get hurt." Qin Huairu was speechless. This man became more and more childish as he got older. This old man's constant chattering really frightened Qin Huairu.

She followed out out of curiosity to listen to the story, fearing that she would witness the demise of an old man.

"Hey, old man, I'm not that fragile. Well, I won't get up. You guys sit down. What do you want to ask?"

If it were someone else, the third uncle would not be so straightforward. Neighbors in the same courtyard would be treated differently.

"Master Ren, do you know him?"

"Master Ren? This is nonsense. Who knows him? Please give more details."

"It's my restaurant. It's been closed for a while..." Cao Wei described the appearance of "Mr. Ren" like this.

The third uncle suddenly realized and slapped his thigh: "What a coincidence, this is the person you are talking about, I really recognize him."

"When talking about our old city, we have to mention the Eight Great Hutongs." The third uncle smiled a smile that every man understands.

"Uncle, if you have something to say, just say it nicely. You are an intellectual!" Qin Huairu's hand touched Cao Wei's waist.

Cao Wei: ???

No, this uncle said, why are you pinching my flesh?

"Ahem." The third uncle stopped laughing, coughed twice, and continued: "These Eight Great Hutongs were not a good place before. After liberation, although it was better, in fact, most people adopted the method of "local resettlement". So, you know what kind of people live in that area. This "Ren Ye" lives there."

"Ah?" This time it was Cao Wei's turn to be surprised. "Not really. I don't think he is a simple person."

"That's right." The third uncle patted his thigh meaningfully: "He is really not a simple person, the top scholar, you know that, right?"

"You're not saying he's the top scholar, are you? That doesn't make sense."

"Why doesn't it match?" The third uncle glared at Cao Wei and said, "The last champion of the Qing Dynasty was Zhang Sanjia, in the 1898th year of Emperor Guangxu's reign (). It hasn't been that long since then. If the old man were still alive, he wouldn't have lived to that age."

"Third Uncle, people call him 'Ren Ye'."