San Fu

"You find a place to stay," Duan Feifei put the pot on the stove, "I'm done."

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo responded and retreated to the wall.

The back passage is very busy now, Duan Feifan and his uncles are busy, the uncle is chopping the meat, and the old aunt is pouring the packets of spices together.

It seems that today's workload is not small, there are two large stoves, and a conjoined stove car like a dining car, with fire in the four holes above.

There is a pot of beef that is already cooking, and the white water vapor that is constantly turning over in the pot brings out a burst of aroma.

Niusandao's sauced beef is okay, but you can tell it's expensive when you smell it.

He hasn't eaten yet.

Forget about it.

But now that everyone is busy, it is impossible for him to say find something to eat for me, and go to find something to eat first without knowing where to go, and he has never eaten near the farmers market.

In order to relieve the awakening hunger, he stretched out his feet and hooked a small stool next to him, and sat down by the wall.

The old aunt came out of the store, saw Jiang Kuo sitting next to him, and shouted: "Duan Feifan! Find him a stool!"

It was only now that Jiang Kuo realized that in a busy work scene, it is impossible for a stool without work to be allowed to be placed in the middle of the road.

He quickly stood up, this should be used by the old aunt.

Duan Feifei went into the room and took out a small bamboo chair, and put it next to his lap: "Sit on this."

"Did I make a mess?" Jiang Kuo asked, "When I was at home, I never entered the kitchen while cooking, and I didn't even know where I stood without getting in the way."

"It's right here," Duan Feifei pointed at his feet, "You don't know where you are standing, but you dare to come to work?"

"Let's just say it." Jiang Kuo said, "It can't be said that it's too boring."

"Is the dormitory empty?" Duan Feifei smiled.

"Well, it's just Ma Xiao," Jiang Kuo sighed, "and he's busy working part-time. Counting Uncle Zhao in the dormitory on the first floor, there are seven people in total, and five of them are sleeping."

"Who doesn't sleep, would you go to another dormitory to chat?" Duan Feifei said.

"There must be some movement," Jiang Kuo said, "There is no sound at all, it's more boring than being stuck here."

"Don't worry," Duan Feifei turned around and put the old uncle's cut meat into the second pot, "I won't let you just stick around like this today, I'm here, I can't let you go if you don't do some work .”

Jiang Kuo sat on the chair, took out his mobile phone and looked at it for a while, and a video was posted in Da Pao's circle of friends. Ben Ben was wearing a fiery red hooded sweater and was crazily planing on a pile of sand.

"Look." Jiang Kuo shook his phone at Duan Feifan.

Duan Feifei walked over and had fun watching: "It likes digging very much. It turns out that when it rains, it stands in the ditch and digs water."

"It's good to follow the cannon," Jiang Kuo knew that Duan Feifei was a little bit reluctant to part with the dog, after all, he was raised with one hand. "He takes it with him everywhere. According to what you said, he will walk it twice a day."

"En." Duan Feifei nodded.

"Are you hot?" Jiang Kuo looked at the scars on his body, "I feel cold when the wind blows, are you hot or handsome when you are shirtless?"

"Cool, isn't it?" Duan Feifei looked down at himself.

"Yes." Jiang Kuo nodded.

"Come on, I think you're free," Duan Feifei waved at him, took the plastic bag next to him, took out a piece of folded cloth from inside, and handed it to him, "Go to work."

"...What is this?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Apron, new." Duan Feifei shook the cloth, and a bright yellow apron appeared in front of his eyes, with four large characters printed on it, Haitian Oyster Sauce.

"Get out!" Jiang Kuo quickly took a step back in shock, "I don't want this."

"You'll be covered in oil and water after a while." Duan Feifei shook his apron again.

"Collapse is collapse," Jiang Kuo said, "It's not on the flesh, what are you afraid of on the clothes?"

"It can't be washed off!" The old uncle said beside him, "It's all sauce, if it gets on it, it won't wash off."

Jiang Kuo looked at Duan Feifei firmly and shook his head.

"Okay." Duan Feifei nodded, put the apron on himself, and tied a bow on the back with his backhand.

Jiang Kuo looked at him, unable to speak for a long time.

"Come here," Duan Feifei tilted his head at him, "I tell you to do it."

"Why?" Jiang Kuo finally realized that he just made up an excuse to come here, and he didn't really intend to work here.

"It's up to you." Duan Feifei pointed to the sink next to him, "Wash your hands, wash them clean."

Jiang Kuo looked at him without moving.

"Hurry up," Duan Feifei said, "When you are working part-time, the time you spend here in a daze is enough to get you fired."

Jiang Kuo waited for three dismissals before slowly walking to the faucet and washing his hands.

It's okay, let's experience what Ma Xiao feels like. Compared with cleaning and throwing out garbage, making sauced beef doesn't sound so hard.

After rubbing his hands a few times and preparing to squeeze some hand sanitizer, he found a two-liter bucket of dish soap next to him.

"Where's the hand sanitizer?" Jiang Kuo turned his head and asked.

"That's it," Duan Feifei raised his chin, "detergent."

People like Jiang Kuo who have never washed dishes probably wouldn't know that in this kind of scene, hand sanitizer is far less effective than dish soap.

Duan Feifei watched as he squeezed some dish soap, washed his hands carefully with the freshness of wanting to experience the ordinary part-time job life, and when he turned around, the expression on his face was even a little happy and expectant.

Duan Feifei was a little emotional. He had never experienced Jiang Kuo's novel mood, because these things had always been a part of his and Duan Ling's life.

When I was a child, every time I was taken to work, I wanted to throw things. Duan Ling fought with him, trying to make the other party give in and do more. I don’t know when they started, they no longer have any thoughts about these things. .

It is inevitable to be happy, but anger and irritability are gone. In short, it is an inescapable job and a part of life.

It is different for Jiang Kuo, this is an episode, his life is eating and denying his relatives, racing, skydiving, shooting and riding horses.

"Put the beef in the pot, and then add water." Duan Feifei began to teach on the spot.

"Where are the gloves?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Here." Duan Feifei gave him two disposable long gloves.

The old man who was cutting meat next to him turned his head to look at this side and laughed: "You still have to let him do this, I think he will eat it."

"I really know how to eat it," Jiang Kuo put on his gloves, "I know the beef is good just by smelling it."

"When the pot is ready, you can try it." The old man said.

"He came to work, not to eat." Duan Feifei said.

"I don't think he can do it," said the old man. "He doesn't look like a workman."

"Then I look alike!" Duan Feifei shouted, "I look alike since childhood!"

The old man laughed.

"It's not like that! It's just your uncle," said the old aunt. "We're very good-looking since we were young."

"Take the meat!" Duan Feifei commanded Jiang Kuo, "Put it in the pot."

Jiang Kuo picked up two pieces of meat that the old man had cut up: "Ice?"

"It was pickled and frozen yesterday," Duan Feifan said, "Today it was cut up and boiled."

"Why ice?" Jiang Kuo put the meat into a very tall pot.

"Easier to taste." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo looked at his gloves covered in soy sauce: "I haven't grabbed a big piece of raw meat like this before."

"Go ahead, put all the piles on the case into it," Duan Feifei commanded, "I promise you will catch enough for today."

"...I'm not expressing regret." Jiang Kuo shook his hand.

Duan Feifei looked down at the apron on his body, there were several drops of soy sauce.

"Sorry." Jiang Kuo said.

"I think you're very embarrassed," Duan Feifei flicked on the soy sauce idea, "Hurry up."

Most of the pot was filled with meat, and Duan Feifan pointed to several buckets of purified water over there: "Pour water."

"Can you hold it?" the old aunt asked worriedly.

"...I can't." Jiang Kuo was a little speechless, "It can be handled."

Duan Feifei smiled happily.

Jiang Kuo took off his gloves and was about to carry the pot to the bucket to pour water.

"It takes two trips to bring the pot over, pour the water in and bring it back again," Duan Feifei said, "Put the bucket over and pour it in, and then put the pot and it's done, which one is easier?"

"Almost." Jiang Kuo looked at him.

Duan Feifei didn't speak, but made a gesture of please.

Jiang Kuo hesitated for a moment, and brought a bucket of pure water over.

One time may not make much difference, but the old uncle is still cutting meat, and there are still five fires that are empty, so he needs to do it at least five times. He decided to follow the advice of a skilled worker like Duan Feifan.

Then he poured water into the bucket, as if the scene of washing clothes yesterday was repeated, the moment the water was poured in and hit the beef, it splashed his leg.

The next step is to put the spices. The old aunt has already put the spices in piles, just put them in the cloth pocket and put them in the pot.

When he picked up the pot, he realized that it was really heavy.

Fortunately, I am more or less a person who has trained for several years.

He put the pot on the chain stove, and the fire burned his face a little hot.

"Jiang Kuo still has a little muscle?" The old aunt said to Duan Feifei while adding sauce to the pot with a large spoon.

"Yes," Duan Feifei finally helped him to rectify his name, "Push up a hundred random people."

"Really!" The old aunt said in surprise, "I can't tell."

"Continue." Duan Feifei clapped his hands, "Come on, let's have another pot."

Jiang Kuo turned to look at him.

Duan Feifei compared him with a V.

Put meat, pour water, put spices, put the pot on the stove, add sauce, put meat, pour water, put spices, put the pot on the stove, add sauce...

The matter is actually not too complicated, and it is not too difficult to do, but after constantly bending down, standing up forcefully, and the fire next to him, Jiang Kuo felt his back was full of sweat after a while.

And I don't know why, he himself has no idea how it happened, the front of his clothes is already full of ideas, big and small, deep and shallow.

"Is it cool when the wind blows?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Huh?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"Why am I shirtless?" Duan Feifei said, "Because it's hot."

"Damn," Jiang Kuo realized, "You can really remember."

"I have a good memory." Duan Feifei took another look at his clothes, "It's a pity, I can't wash them off."

"Then throw it away." Jiang Kuo said.

"How much are these clothes?" Duan Feifei asked.

"I don't remember," Jiang Kuo looked at his clothes, "More than 3000?"

"One month's living expenses?" Duan Feifei shook his thumb in front of him, "Jiang has money."

Jiang Kuo flicked his thumb quickly before he retracted his hand.

"Ah!" Duan Feifei shook his hands, "It hurts!"

"That's right." Jiang Kuo turned around and continued working.

With Duan Feifan's reminder, Jiang Kuo had a clear and intuitive understanding of his monthly living expenses.

a t-shirt.

He can only afford one T-shirt when he doesn't eat or drink for a month.

Although this kind of comparison does not immediately make him feel "distressed", it is still quite surprising.

Usually, he buys clothes almost once when the seasons change, but for T-shirts and other things, he basically takes them when he likes them, and he takes ten or eight pieces at a time to change them.

He has always felt that he is not too particular about dressing, and he will not deliberately match it with whatever he takes...

"Let him rest for a while." Duan Ling walked to Duan Feifan and whispered, "It's been two hours."

"It will be finished soon." Duan Feifei took out the last batch of beef from the refrigerator.

"Did you do it on purpose?" Duan Ling said, "Torturing the idiot?"

"He said part-time job," Duan Feifei said, "just count it as part-time job, and just calculate the money for him later."

"What is he trying to do? To experience life?" Duan Ling sighed, "Wearing thousands of dollars of clothes to sauce beef, and the big festival made me sweat all over, and I was just collapsed by the hot soup."

Duan Feifei smiled: "He doesn't know what he wants to do at all."

Jiang Kuo was very sure that the work he did had seriously affected Niu Sandao's progress in making the sauced beef.

Although Duan Feihua can go to the store to do other things because he is here to cook the meat, but with Duan Feihua's proficiency, he has finished all the cooking work by himself before doing other things It won't take so long...

When Jiang Kuo put the last pot of beef on the stove, he felt a little strain on his waist.

This kind of exercise state, which is completely different from the previous training, made him extremely tired.

After washing his hands and sitting on the chair, he felt his waist relax for a while, and he didn't want to move any more.

"Here," Duan Feifan walked to him and squatted down, handing over a T-shirt, "Change it."

"Thank you." Jiang Kuo took the clothes and looked around.

"What are you looking for?" Duan Feifei asked.

Jiang Kuo stood up and looked at Duan Feifan who had already put on his clothes: "Where did you go to change?"

"Take it off here," Duan Feifei said, "Put it on here."

Jiang Kuo glanced at the old aunt, then turned his head to look at Duan Ling who was sharpening the knife inside: "This is your old aunt and your sister, not mine. It's inconvenient."

"Hey." Duan Feifei stood up, "Come on."

Jiang Kuo followed Duan Feifei into the stairs through a door in the inner room.

Niu Sandao has three floors, the largest one is the storefront on the first floor, two rooms on the second floor, and a small piece in the middle that looks like a living room. It is smaller than the first floor, but it is very clean.

"My uncle and the others live here," Duan Feifei pointed to another hut, "Duan Ling used to live in that room, and moved out after work."

"Do you live on the third floor?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Yes." Duan Feifei led him up to the third floor.

The third floor is a small attic with a bathroom, a small area, a bed and a wardrobe plus a table, and a small sofa for one person.

"Is it okay to change here?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo responded, but didn't change clothes immediately, and looked around, "Have you lived here all this time?"

"Almost," Duan Feifei took out the chair under the table and sat down, "I've lived here for about ten years."

It can be seen that it has been lived for a long time, the wallpaper on the wall is old, the table lamp is also old-fashioned, and the furniture is also old-fashioned...

But Duan Feifei is a neat person, just like his wardrobe, this small room is also very tidy, the books on the table are neatly stacked.

It looks very warm.

But it's a bit too much... How should I put it, Mr. Jiang said that his messy bedroom can be seen at a glance as someone living here.

But in Duan Feifei's small house, you can't even tell whether the people living here are old or young, male or female.

Lived for almost ten years.

What about ten years ago?

Jiang Kuo didn't ask carefully. I don't know if the prison meeting card in Duan Feifei's closet has something to do with his father. After all, he never mentioned his mother. If so, it means that after his father went to prison, Duan Feifei lived in Uncle is here.

Does this count as being under the fence?

Forget it, although the old uncle's family seems to be very close to Duan Feifan, even though the room is equipped with air conditioners and fans, and there is a small air purifier next to the closet.

But it's not my own home.

"You have to be dissatisfied with this dress." Duan Feifei looked down at the phone, and raised his finger to the cabinet behind him. "There are still more in the closet. There are not more than 3000 clothes, but there are a few more than 300 clothes."

"As long as it's not an advertising shirt," Jiang Kuo opened the clothes and took a look. It was a very simple white T with a palm-sized black and white dog's head printed on the front and a finger-sized character on the back. Jiang Kuo paused, "Did you buy this dress yourself or was it given by someone else?"

"I bought it." Duan Feifei said, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Kuo turned the back of his clothes to him.

The lettering on the back is small, but still legible.

dog.

Also with phonetic notation. gǒu.

"Brother, I'm a dog." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei laughed: "This is the brother's outfit that Benben and I bought, and the other one has been bitten by it."

"Is that one a dog too?" Jiang Kuo took off his shirt and shook it.

"It says 'yes'," Duan Feifei said, "Hey, yes."

Jiang Kuo had fun with the clothes for a long time.

"Let me see the tattoo on your back?" Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo turned his back to him: "It's pretty cool."

This zipper tattoo comes down the spine, it is quite long, and reaches a little bit above the waist, just like the one on the arm, the zipper is not opened.

Duan Feifei saw a small red circle in the middle of his left waist.

"What's that red one?" He took a closer look.

"A full stop." Jiang Kuo turned his head, "Did you see clearly?"

"En." Duan Feifei nodded.

Jiang Kuo's tattoo style is a bit weird, and it doesn't fit well with his sometimes impulsive and arrogant, sometimes polite and kind personality.

In terms of pretense, this person still has certain attainments.

Jiang Kuo put on his puppet, sat down on the small sofa, stretched his legs and let out a sigh of relief: "Hey..."

The phone rang.

He took it out and looked at it, and found that it was a red envelope reminder.

[Instructions are as follows] Salary has been paid

Jiang Kuo glanced at Duan Feifei and ordered a red envelope.

100 yuan.

"Is this the salary?" Jiang Kuo was a little surprised.

"This is still too much." Duan Feifei put down the phone, "You do this job and force you to count it as a back kitchen. The hourly salary is fifteen to twenty. If you count it as a chef, it is 45, two Ninety yuan per hour, and ten yuan is due to work-related injuries, Duan Ling said that you were collapsed by the hot soup."

Jiang Kuo looked at him: "Are you sure you didn't trick me?"

Duan Feifei also looked at him: "What do you think?"

"Then if Ma Xiao takes money in the same way," Jiang Kuo said, "One hour at noon and two hours at night, at 15 yuan, 45 a day, only [-] a month?"

"His job is estimated to be eleven or twelve yuan per hour." Duan Feifei said, "Liu Fatty went to McDonald's for a few days before, a little more, 14 yuan an hour."

Jiang Kuo didn't speak.

"It's all about finding a part-time job temporarily." Duan Feifei said.

"Then you count it too much for me." Jiang Kuo said.

"Not much," Duan Feifei smiled, "You try to come a few more times, there are still 300 yuan waiting for you."

"...Fuck." Jiang Kuo gave him a thumbs up.

As a serious, united and friendly dorm head, Tang Li did not forget to call Jiang Kuo after shopping with Li Zirui: "Are you at school today?"

"Yes." Jiang Kuo said.

"There are extra meals in the school cafeteria," Tang Li said, "it's free..."

"He doesn't care if it's free or not, you just ask him if he will come back to watch the moon at night." Li Zirui said beside him.

"It's free," Tang Li insisted. "I looked at the menu and it's quite rich. If you have time, you can go back to school to eat."

"Okay," Jiang Kuo said, "I'll go back to the cafeteria to eat."

"Fifteen to NO.18 windows," Tang Li said, "These three windows are free."

"Fifteen to eighteen are four windows." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei was leaning on the table next to him, laughing silently and almost choking.

Tang Li didn't care how many windows it was: "Anyway, it's fifteen to eighteen. Don't get it wrong. There must be a lot of people. Those who have to line up. If they make a mistake, then..."

"Understood, thank you." Jiang Kuo didn't let him continue, and hung up the phone.

"Are you going back to school to eat?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Well," Jiang Kuo stood up, "Why, did you want to treat me to dinner?"

"That's not true." Duan Feifei said.

"It's fine if you don't invite me," Jiang Kuo said, "Don't move the two thousand three."

Duan Feifei laughed out loud.

"You at night..." Jiang Kuo hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was appropriate to ask this question, but he was too lazy to ponder, "Have you ever been with your old uncle?"

"I went back to school." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo raised his eyebrows: "I thought you didn't go back to school until tomorrow."

"Originally yes," Duan Feifei stood up, "accompany you, 119 is uncomfortable for you to stay with, and I don't think you are comfortable hanging out with Dong Kun and the others in the sophomore year, and no one in the other dormitories. went in..."

"It's almost done." Jiang Kuo interrupted him.

"Let's go, my dog," Duan Feifei waved his arm out the door, "I'll take you to socialize tonight."