Siheyuan: Started in 1950, third-level cook

When I came back from the vegetable market, Qin Huairu and Jia Zhang were no longer in the yard.

The aunts were still gathered together, but the way they looked at Chen Jun had changed.

Chen Jun ignored them and went back to the backyard with the things he bought.

"Lin Yao, how is our mother?"

The first thing I did when I got home was to ask about my mother Wang Xia's situation.

Although he was very confident about the Wen Shen Yang Yuan Dan rewarded by the system, Wang Xia had been ill for a long time and was too weak, so one Wen Shen Yang Yuan Dan might not be enough.

"Brother, the special medicine is so effective. Mom said she feels much better and is warm. She just ate some eggs and drank half a bowl of noodle soup and fell asleep again." Lin Yao excitedly reported her mother's condition.

"That's fine, let's wash and cut the vegetables and set up the stall later!"

Chen Jun weighed the things in his hand and gave the little girl a task.

"Yeah!" Lin Yao smiled and nodded, feeling that hope in life had been rekindled.

Lin Yao washed the vegetables and Chen Jun cut them. The brother and sister were busy for more than an hour and then went out pushing the clean cart.

Walking out of Nanluoguxiang and arriving at East Street, you can see people coming and going on the street, and from time to time you can see a tram passing by, which is also called diang diang car. The first two digits are erhua tones, and it sounds like dangdang car when pronounced.

At the intersection, you can see a police officer standing on the concrete platform in the middle directing traffic, and the sound of his whistle carries a hint of the times.

"Brother, where should we set up the stall?" Lin Yao pushed the cart hard and asked Chen Jun beside her.

"Go to Fengdeng Tower. There are many people there."

"Ah? If we go to Fengdeng Tower...we won't get beaten, right?" Lin Yao's smile froze on her face.

My eldest brother was just fired by Fengdenglou yesterday, and now he is setting up a stall in front of someone else’s door today?

In Fengdeng Tower's eyes, isn't this just looking for trouble?

"What are we afraid of? If someone dares to hit us, we just lie down!" Chen Jun said with a smile.

In later generations, it is not easy to get a beating, after all, not everyone can meet a good person.

It is said that a rich man slapped someone a few times and lost two million yuan in compensation. When Chen Jun heard the news, he just hated the injustice of being beaten.

Why does Brother Fu beat others but not him?

This is not fair!

"Okay..." Seeing that her brother said so, Lin Yao could only agree.

In fact, the reason for setting up a stall in front of Fengdeng Building was that the location was really good, with a large flow of people and many vendors setting up stalls around.

The second reason was that Chen Jun felt unhappy. He was dismissed from Fengdenglou. In fact, he was squeezed out by the people in the kitchen. At that time, a piece of fat meat was lost in the store, and someone put the blame on him. Although no evidence was found in the end, he was still dismissed.

Although the cooking skills of the third-level cooks are not the best in the city, they are definitely much better than the master chefs of Fengdeng Tower.

By the time they arrived here with their cart, the street in front of Fengdeng Building was already very busy.

There were people selling apples, New Year's goods, buns, pot stickers, pork pies, and steaming hot stews.

It’s the end of the year again, it’s so lively!

Chen Jun found an empty spot next to the man selling candied haws and started setting up his stall.

"Tanghulu, sweet and sour Tanghulu~~"

"The big buns are fresh out of the oven, with thin skin and big fillings, and eighteen folds. If there is one less fold, it's free~"

"Buy braised pork and get a free pancake~"

The vendors around were shouting harder and harder than each other. Lin Yao, who had just set up her stall, looked left and right and felt a little embarrassed to start shouting.

After all, she is a little girl and is thin-skinned.

Chen Jun had to cook the dishes himself, so it was inconvenient to shout at others, otherwise his saliva would spray into the pot.

As the saying goes, good wine needs no bush. Chen Jun took out the prepared cardboard and wrote today's dishes on it with charcoal pencil.

Fish-flavored eggplant, mapo tofu, spicy shredded potatoes, and Kung Pao chicken.

There are four dishes in total, one meat and three vegetarian dishes. The vegetarian dishes are priced at 25 cents per plate, and the meat dishes are priced at 40 cents per plate.

After all, they were selling stir-fried dishes, so they couldn't do without staple food. In addition to the dishes, Chen Jun and his team also steamed rice, priced at four cents a bowl.

This price is not cheap in the business of selling stir-fried dishes at street stalls, but it is definitely not expensive either. It is considered a medium price.

Twenty minutes later, Lin Yao poked a chopstick into the rice and said to Chen Jun, "Brother, our rice is ready."

Chen Jun nodded, opened the lid of the pot, put the rice into the prepared wooden barrel, closed the lid and covered it with a small quilt.

"Our pot is small, so we need to steam another pot of rice."

It was about eleven o'clock now, and more and more people were coming out to eat. Chen Jun estimated the time when people would start to come in from Fengdeng Tower, and started to heat up the pot.

Regardless of whether there were customers or not, Chen Jun heated up the oil in a pan and started stir-frying the minced meat.

After the aroma of the minced meat was fried out, Chen Jun poured a spoonful of Pixian bean paste into the pot.

"Hey~"

The moment the Pixian bean paste came into contact with the hot oil, an enticing aroma wafted out.

This is the Pixian bean paste awarded by the system, so the quality is naturally impeccable.

Although there is bean paste in this era, it is far inferior to the one rewarded by the system.

At this time, a well-dressed couple was walking past the stall with a chubby boy, apparently preparing to go to Fengdeng Tower for dinner.

The chubby little boy who was jumping and walking suddenly stopped, raised his head and sniffed hard, and finally fixed his eyes on Chen Jun's stall.

"Mom, I want to eat this, I want to eat this!"

It's obvious that the little fat boy was spoiled by his family and dares to talk to his parents in such a noisy way.

If this happened to an ordinary child, he would have been beaten with a big slap.

After all, parents of this era rarely spoil their children. They will beat their children at the slightest disagreement, and I have never heard of any child developing psychological problems due to being beaten.

The man with glasses held his eye sockets, glanced at Chen Jun's stall, and couldn't help frowning.

The stall is quite clean, but it is on the street after all.

"Didn't you insist on eating at Fengdenglou? Why did you change your mind?" The man patted the little fat boy's head, and his meaning was obvious: he looked down on Chen Jun's stall.

"I don't care, I want to eat this, I want to eat this!" The little fat boy was so anxious that he jumped up and down. Seeing that his father didn't agree, he simply shook off his father's hand and sat down on the stool of the stall.

I look like I don’t care, I’m just going to eat here.

The woman in a tweed coat next to him saw this and said to her husband, "Let's eat here. It smells delicious."

Seeing this, the man sighed slightly: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

After that, he glanced at the menu on the cardboard and said to Chen Jun, "Boss, give me one portion of each dish."

"Okay, would you like some rice, sir?"

"No more."

After saying that, the man led the woman to a seat, and the woman took out a handkerchief from her pocket and stuffed it into the collar of the little fat boy.

"Drink some hot water first."

Lin Yao was not idle either. She took cups and poured hot water for the family of three.

"Hey, your stall is quite interesting. You even have hot water."