Even Qian Shulan didn't expect that Sun Daqin might be serious this time.
Until Deng Yunping packed her bags and left home, Sun Daqin did not fall into her bad habit of gossiping again.
Qian Shulan gave her the letter of introduction written by Deng Yunping and asked curiously, "How did you do that?"
It can be said that Sun Daqin developed this bad habit since she was young. When she was little, she liked to join in the fun. When she got old, she liked to eavesdrop on other people's gossip. Now she has been forced to change it. You can imagine how hard it was.
Sun Daqin stretched out her arm and showed it to her, "See, in order to correct this bad habit, I pinch myself every time."
Qian Shulan looked in the direction she pointed, and saw a purple mark on the inside of her elbow. Wow, she was so cruel.
But she pointed at the bruise and said, "Why don't you pinch somewhere else and just pinch this one?"
Sun Daqin pursed her lips and said aggrievedly, "Because there is an old wound here, pinching here will make it remember better."
Qian Shulan coughed and said that it made sense.
Seeing her listless look, Qian Shulan patted her shoulder and said, "You will be a worker in the future. Everything will be worth it."
Sun Daqin lowered her head and looked at the letter of introduction in her hand, pursed her lips, nodded heavily, and then suddenly asked, "How much cloth can I get in a month?"
Seeing that she was still obsessed with this, Qian Shulan smiled and said, "The minimum annual salary is twenty-three feet six, not including the defective cloth they can get from time to time."
Sun Daqin's eyes lit up. Compared to the countryside, the workers' welfare was so much better. She grinned and said, "I will make two new sets of clothes for Feng Yuan and Feng Shi."
After saying that, she stood up from her chair and said, "Mom, I'm going to go find my third brother's wife to see if there are any new ideas. Both of them are from the city, so we have to make something that looks better. We can't make it look so tacky like other families."
The topic changed so quickly. The class hasn't started yet and the cloth has just been received, but she has already thought about making clothes.
What was even more incredible to her was that after she finished thinking about it, she still felt that this matter was very urgent, so she rushed out directly, as if she didn't want to wait even a second.
It was too late for Qian Shulan to shout. She watched her back slip away and disappear, and could only shake her head helplessly.
Sun Daqin went to work at the supply and marketing cooperative, and the accounting position at the chicken farm was taken over by someone else.
Unlike the accountant in the food factory, there are a lot of people running for the accountant in the chicken farm this time, including quite a few young men.
Because the accounting work in a chicken farm is much easier and does not require constant monitoring.
The chicken farm also has guards, so there is no need for an accountant to be on duty.
After the election, 22-year-old Wang Guoping was elected.
Their family is five generations apart from Qian Shulan, but according to seniority, they still have to call Qian Shulan "Third Grandma".
Sun Daqin's accounting book had long been handed over to Qian Shulan. When this man won the election, Qian Shulan gave him the book and taught him how to keep accounts.
Just like the accountant at the food factory, he was only responsible for keeping accounts, and the money was still collected by Qian Shulan.
The main reason is that he is too young and not stable enough, so the villagers don't trust him at all.
Sun Daqin worked at the supply and marketing cooperative for a week, and Qian Shulan hardly saw her.
During the weekend, Sun Daqin would come over early in the morning to chat with Qian Shulan.
He came over with food and said he wanted to eat here.
Xiao Min was still sleeping in bed. Qian Shulan got up at six o'clock every morning, and her biological clock had long been set.
Sun Daqin helped her light the fire, and Qian Shulan asked her about her work while cooking.
Sun Daqin waved her hand and said, "My current job is very easy. I just help cut vegetables, clean the place, and clean the stove in the canteen of the supply and marketing cooperative. It's much easier than when I was in the production team."
She worked as an accountant for a chicken farm, and had to work in the fields during the busy farming season. She worked herself to death all year long, making herself like a top, and she only earned a little over 200 yuan.
But doing such easy work in the supply and marketing cooperative can earn more than 400 yuan, which is really a god's life.
Then she frowned and said, "There is one bad thing. It's too much free time. I work all year round, and if I don't work for a day, I feel empty and uncomfortable. It's so uncomfortable."
Qian Shulan also felt that sweeping the floor was too unimaginative. Sun Daqin was only in her forties. If she wanted to have a career, she would have to have a skill. It would not work to let Sun Daqin be a tailor. She had no interest in making clothes. "Why don't you think about it and learn how to cook from the cooks in the cafeteria? If you speak sweetly and say more nice things, maybe they will be willing to teach you if they see your sincerity."
Qian Shulan's plan was good, but Sun Daqin sneered after hearing it, and was extremely disgusted with the cook, "Mom, forget it, the cook's cooking skills are not good at all, not even as good as yours. I might as well learn from you than from him."
Qian Shulan was shocked. There were so many strange things these days. She cooked home-cooked dishes with very few seasonings. How could the chef who cooked for the government not save oil or ingredients? How could his dishes not be as delicious as hers? She stared at Sun Daqin with wide eyes, "How can you be a chef if you don't have good cooking skills?"
Sun Daqin had heard this a few times while listening to the gossips, "His father was a good cook, but he burned his hand while cooking and couldn't hold the spoon. So he had to step down. His son had no talent for cooking, so he took over."
Qian Shulan thought about it carefully, "Is it possible that if you bring your stuff to his house and ask him to accept you as his disciple?"
Sun Daqin scratched her head, "But I don't know if his cooking is good or not. If it's not delicious, I'll be at a loss."
Qian Shulan suggested to her, "You can ask others, ask the old chef if the food is delicious. People who work with you should have eaten it before, right?"
After hearing that her mother-in-law actually asked her to inquire about other people's families, Sun Daqin was stunned, with disbelief written all over her face, "Mom, are you asking me to inquire about the news?"
Qian Shulan felt helpless. Could this man be stupid? She spread her hands and said, "I asked you to get the news, not to spread it. We know ourselves and the enemy, so we can win every battle. Don't throw the baby out with the bathwater." She was worried that she was being too literary, so she explained, "Don't judge everything by one blow. If you hear a piece of news, don't spread it. If you keep it to yourself, it won't hurt others. Do you understand? Of course, don't ask about things that have nothing to do with you."
Sun Daqin thought for a long time before nodding, "Okay. I understand. I will be more careful in the future."
I am so tired! Qian Shulan missed the old Sun Daqin a little. But when she thought of the memory of her original body, Sun Daqin once lay down behind someone's house to eavesdrop on their conversation and was chased by a dog. She almost lost her shoes. Qian Shulan gave up the idea.
A few days later, Sun Daqin found out, "The old chef cooks delicious food, but he has a bad temper."
Qian Shulan was a little curious, "How bad is it?"
Sun Daqin told her all the information she had found out. "For example, when cutting potatoes into shreds, they have to be thin and even. And he doesn't allow others to do it for him. His son has argued with him countless times about this."
Qian Shulan clapped her hands in delight. She was really curious about this person. "That means this person has high standards. Could his ancestors have been imperial chefs?"
Sun Daqin waved his hands, "No, no, if he was the imperial chef, he would have been sent down to be reformed long ago. He used to be the head chef of a very famous restaurant in the provincial capital. What's the name?" Sun Daqin scratched his head for a long time before he thought, "Oh, right, it's called Shangxinlou."
Shangxinlou? Qian Shulan pondered for a long time but had never heard of this name. However, this name is so elegant, it should have been very famous before the founding of the People's Republic of China, right
Qian Shulan was worried that she would be afraid of the old cook, so she urged her immediately, "You are not always bored, are you? I think you should learn to be a cook. When you are good at it, when Fengyuan and Fengshi come back for the New Year, let them taste your cooking skills. Children always remember the food they eat. Who knows, they may want to eat it again after the first time, and they may go to the countryside often in the future."
Sun Daqin was indeed moved, but she was still a little nervous, "Will the chef look down on me? After all, I'm quite old."
Qian Shulan, however, thinks this is not a problem at all. "Being big has its advantages. You won't think about playing around. You will be more down-to-earth."
Sun Daqin was a little skeptical, "Really?"
Qian Shulan nodded affirmatively, "That's right!"
Sun Daqin was encouraged by her mother-in-law and suppressed her fear of the old cook's bad temper. "Then I'll give it a try."
That afternoon, Sun Daqin set off with two roosters, a basket of eggs and a bottle of Moutai liquor.
This bottle of Moutai was Qian Shulan's treasured possession for more than ten years. If it weren't for this matter, she would not have been willing to take it out.
This gift is so valuable that even if the other party doesn't want to accept a disciple, he will still consider it.
Qian Shulan was right.
Ever since the old cook injured his arm and could no longer do heavy work, his status in the family has plummeted.
His family thinks he is a burden and they quarrel with him every day.
How could the old cook, who had such a high spirit, bear such a miserable life? He wanted to die many times, but in the end he didn't have the courage and lived like this half-dead.
Today, someone came to ask him to be his master. Although the woman was quite old, she brought so many things that he felt respected like never before.
The old cook agreed immediately and gave her a book. They agreed to teach her once a week, and the fee was two yuan plus two kilograms of food each time. As for the food cost, Sun Daqin had to buy it herself.
Sun Daqin agreed immediately. The old cook's gray hair seemed to explode, and his whole body was filled with joy. His family was also somewhat delighted.
When she got home, Qian Shulan read the book first. "This is a book specifically about knife skills. You have to practice hard!"
Sun Daqin nodded immediately.
She followed the instructions in the book and pulled radishes from her own plot to practice her knife skills. She was very serious about learning.
The old chef might have felt trusted again. Unlike what she had heard before, he was very easy-going and always had a smile on his face.
This more or less put Sun Daqin's mind at ease.
She still prefers a teacher who speaks softly rather than one who curses hysterically. That would be too humiliating for her.
The old chef was probably worried that she didn't have enough patience, so after telling her to practice her knife skills diligently when she got home, he began to teach her formal cooking techniques.
Qian Shulan was also lucky enough to be the first person to try her dish. "Scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Although this dish is a home-cooked dish, it is not easy to cook well."
Qian Shulan took a bite and savored it. It tasted better than what she had cooked.
She thought carefully about the steps Sun Daqin had just taken to cook the dish, and was a little confused. "I feel like what you just cooked is pretty much the same as mine. Why does yours taste better?"
Sun Daqin was delighted to see Xiao Min couldn't stop eating, and she smiled and explained to her mother-in-law, "The chef said that when beating eggs, you must beat them vigorously for a while, and gradually increase the speed. The tip of the chopsticks must scrape the bottom of the bowl with each stroke, and the chopsticks must be immersed in the eggs as much as possible. In this way, every time the chopsticks move outside the rim of the bowl, almost all of the eggs will jump out of the surface of the bowl, and when you stop beating the eggs, there will be a lot of foam on the surface of the eggs. Only then can the eggs be considered beaten well."
Qian Shulan suddenly realized, "This is what they call a small mistake leads to a big mistake. When I cracked eggs before, I just did it the most comfortable way. I never used so much strength!"
Sun Daqin didn't know there were so many tricks to cooking before. But after learning, she realized that she really couldn't look down on others.
I also told my mother-in-law that the ratio of eggs and tomatoes in this dish is also crucial, and the second is the cooking time.
Qian Shulan also learned a lot. Xiao Min listened to her mother while eating, and silently memorized it in her heart, thinking that she must learn to cook everything at once.
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