Siheyuan: I am Yi Zhonghai's biological son

Yi Ping'an rode his bike out of the courtyard and didn't go anywhere else. He went directly to Yueshengzhai on Qianmen Street and bought a pound of braised beef and a smoked chicken. On the way back, he took out two pounds of pork belly from the space and soon returned to the courtyard. Yi Zhonghai also came back after buying wine.

Sha Zhu was already busy preparing the side dishes in the kitchen. Yi Ping'an gave the things in his hand to Sha Zhu, stuffed two boxes of Daqianmen into his trouser pocket, and gave him a look that said you know what I mean.

Nowadays, if you ask a chef to come to your home to cook, you have to pay him, a dollar or two. Sha Zhu certainly cannot ask for money, but you also have to say that he is selling his skills, and that's the rule.

So whenever he was asked to cook, Yi Ping'an would give him two boxes of cigarettes, and Sha Zhu was very happy about it, as it also made them seem closer.

Sha Zhu looked at what Yi Ping'an bought and said immediately, "Okay, Ping'an, this is Yueshengzhai's braised beef. Oh, the pork belly is also fatty. I can make braised pork and twice-cooked pork, and that's it."

"You are the chef and you have the final say." Yi Ping'an didn't care what he did.

"Brother, what happy event is going on in your family?" Sha Zhu asked Yi Ping'an in a low voice.

Yi Ping'an certainly couldn't tell the truth. "Well, I went to the department today and the leader of the department praised me. When my father heard it, he was very happy and said it was a celebration."

"Hey, brother, you are really amazing! You are the only one in this compound who has this ability. I don't even know which direction the gate of the department opens."

Sha Zhu said happily that he was not jealous of Yi Ping'an, as they were not in the same race, so there was no need to be jealous of each other.

"What? How about I take you to see one day and see which direction the gate opens?" Yi Ping'an joked with him.

"Okay, don't play the cymbals in front of me. I don't want to see what they are for. I don't go to work there." Sha Zhu said with a smile.

"Brother Zhuzi, are you going out to prepare the banquet now?" Yi Ping'an asked.

"I do it. If someone asks me to do it, I will. But not many people ask me to do it. They are all people who knew my father before and knew our family's craftsmanship. That's why they come here.

But, brother, I can now cook for the factory." Sha Zhu was even happier when he talked about this.

"That's a good thing. You're getting a special treatment now?" Yi Ping'an was also quite surprised. Sha Zhu had only joined the factory in early 53, not long ago. If it weren't for the factory expansion, he would have to wait a few more years before he could get a special treatment.

"Who says it's not true? It was just a coincidence that day. Our chef who worked in the small kitchen happened to be on leave that day. Deputy Director Yang came to entertain again, so there was no one to do the job.

As their brother, I didn’t bother to be polite with them and directly recommended myself. After trying the dishes, they were all quite satisfied. So, wasn’t it my turn now?

Since then, I have been the one to prepare all the special meals for Deputy Director Yang." Sha Zhu said proudly.

"Hey, this is really a sign of luck, it can't be stopped. Good luck has come to you, Brother Zhuzi. You should practice your cooking skills and talk to your director when you have time. Go and get a certificate. The higher the score you can get in the college entrance examination, the higher your salary will be.

From now on, whether you are cooking for a banquet or cooking for a small kitchen, it will be a matter of honor. When people hear about it, they will think, wow, this chef has a certificate, he must be a great chef, how can they not ask you to cook for them?"

Yi Ping'an has a very good impression of Sha Zhu. This guy is just a little talkative, but he is not really a bad person. He is quite kind-hearted, otherwise he would not have been fooled by his father in the plot.

But are there any men in the city who are not poor? No, they are all poorer than each other, so Shazhu is really quite friendly, but he is a bit sloppy.

Yi Ping'an got along quite well with him and didn't mind giving him some advice. He was not stupid at all.

"You mentioned this. I've thought about it too. With my current skills, I estimate that the best I can do is level eight, so I want to practice more." Although Sha Zhu likes to be praised by others, he is quite self-aware of his own skills.

“Take the test first, and then when your cooking skills improve, you can continue to take the test. I’m not asking you to master it all at once, so take it level by level.

Now that you have passed the exam, your salary will also increase. Besides, the factory has been expanded, and a canteen will definitely be added in the future. Don’t you want to be a squad leader or something?" Yi Pingan said.

"Hey, you know what, it seems like they are really going to build a canteen. I heard from the old ladies in the kitchen the other day that they are going to build a third canteen over at the new workshop."

Sha Zhu thought for a while and said, "Brother, you are educated. Please analyze for me, if I pass the eighth level test now, will I have the opportunity to be a squad leader there?"

"Brother Zhuzi, are you stupid? Why are you going to the new canteen? The new canteen is close to the new workshop, and there must be workers there. How can there be a special kitchen?

The canteen is next to the office building, and all the leaders are here, so they must cook their own meals. Besides, when the new canteen is built, the old canteen monitors will be transferred over to support it, so someone will have to be promoted. Think about it, is this the case? "Yi Pingan said.

"Hiss~ That's really the case. Okay, I'll listen to you this time. As soon as I get to work tomorrow, I'll go find our director and ask him for a recommendation form so I can get a certificate." Sha Zhu figured it out.

"By the way, Brother Zhuzi, when you meet your director tomorrow, talk to him nicely and control your temper. No matter what he says, just be patient. Our goal is to recommend the form, and achieving the goal is what's important. Don't go against him." Yi Ping'an advised.

"Hahaha, don't worry, brother. Do you really think I'm stupid?" Sha Zhu laughed because he knew it was for his own good.

"No, I've also heard that your director is a bit of a snob. He's probably afraid that you'll go against him." Yi Ping'an also laughed.

"I got it, don't worry. Brother, I've always wanted to say this, you are several years younger than me, but why do you feel older than me? Like a little old man." Sha Zhu said and glanced at Yi Ping'an.

Yi Pingan said calmly: It’s just older than you, much older, okay?

"Haven't I been living alone since I was a child? I have to think everything through, otherwise the grass on my grave will be as tall as a person." Yi Ping'an said to Sha Zhu.

"Oh, that's right. It's not easy for you either. You're even worse off than me. Although my father is gone, he still takes care of us. I'm not angry about that. It's not easy for him either.

As for you, you grew up by yourself, otherwise you would be amazing. If it were me, I wouldn’t be able to survive.” Sha Zhu sighed.

Yi Ping'an: That’s because you didn’t hang up.

The two talked for a while. Yang Cuiyun had already brought the old lady in, and the other invited guests also arrived. Yi Ping'an went back to the house and helped his father pour water for the guests and give them some melon seeds and other things.

"Old Yi, what good news do you have? Can you tell us this time?" Yan Bugui asked first.

"Uncle, it's nothing happy. I just went to the department today and the leader praised me. My father was very happy to hear that, so he wanted to celebrate.

Alas, my father is just too exaggerated. How can he be so happy when being praised? How embarrassing! "Yi Pingan took over the conversation, he was afraid that his father would not know what to say.

"Well, it's a big deal if the leader praises me. As for me, I only have Ping An as my child, and I just hope he's doing well. As long as he's doing well, I'll be happy. I'll drink a few more glasses today."

Yi Zhonghai knew what his son meant as soon as he heard it. Mixing true and false, false and true is the only way to avoid trouble. The people in this courtyard will not fight to the death, but it will only take a few minutes to cause trouble for you.

"To be praised by the leaders is a real skill," said the deaf old lady.

"That's right. It's a big deal if the leader praises you. Lao Yi did the right thing." said the second uncle Liu Haizhong.

"Yes, this is a big deal." Xu Fugui also responded, thinking: It seems that he went to the department to receive the award today, so it shouldn't be a promotion.

"Oh, Ping'an, that's great. You're a college student after all, it's different. No matter what we say today, we have to drink a few more glasses to celebrate for you." Yan Bugui also echoed.