"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 Feifei, his uncle and aunt are busy, the uncle is chopping meat, and the old aunt is pouring packets of spices together.
It seems that today's workload is not small, two large stoves, and a one-piece stove cart like a dining car, and the four holes above are on fire.
There is a pot of beef that is already cooking, and the white steam that keeps pouring out of the pot brings out bursts of strong fragrance.
Niu San Dao's sauce beef is ok, you know it's expensive when you smell it.
He hasn't eaten yet.
Forget about it.
But now that everyone is busy, he can't say to get me something to eat, he's going to find something to eat first and doesn't know where to go, and he's never eaten near the farmers market.
In order to relieve his awakening hunger, he stretched out his feet and hooked a small stool beside 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 Feifei! Find him a stool!"
It was only now that Jiang Kuo realized that in the busy work scene, a stool without work could not 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, took out a small bamboo chair, and put it next to his lap: "Sit on this."
"Am I causing trouble?" Jiang Kuo asked, "I never went into the kitchen when I was cooking at home, and I didn't even know where I was standing so it wouldn't get in the way."
"It's here," Duan Feifei pointed at his feet, "You dare to come and work without knowing where you are standing?"
"Just say it." Jiang Kuo said, "I can't say it's too boring."
"Is there no one in the dormitory?" Duan Feifei smiled.
"Well, it's Ma Xiao," Jiang Kuo sighed, "and he's busy going to work. Including Uncle Zhao, there are seven people in the dormitory on the first floor, and five are sleeping."
"Do you still go to other dormitories to chat if someone doesn't sleep?" Duan Feifei said.
"There's always a little movement," Jiang Kuo said. "There's no sound at all, it's more boring than the pestle here."
"Don't worry," Duan Feifei turned around and put the uncle's cut meat into the second pot, "I won't let you stick around like this today, I've come here, it's impossible to let you go if you don't do some work. ."
Jiang Kuo sat on the chair, took out his mobile phone and watched it for a while. A video was posted on the Cannon Moments, and Benben was wearing a fiery red hooded sweater and digging frantically on a sand pile.
"Look." Jiang Kuo shook Duan Feihan with his phone.
Duan Feifei came over and was amused: "It especially likes to plan, so when it rains, it stands in the ditch to plan for water."
"Following the cannon is pretty good," Jiang Kuo knew that Duan Feifei was a little reluctant to bear the dog. After all, he fed it with one hand. "He takes it wherever he goes, and he walks it twice a day as you said."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded.
"Are you hot?" Jiang Kuo looked at the scar on his body, "I feel cold when the wind blows. Are you hot or handsome when you are bare-chested."
"Cool, right?" Duan Feifei looked down at himself.
"Yes." Jiang Kuo nodded.
"Come on, I think you're quite busy," Duan Feifei waved at him, took the plastic bag next to him, took out a folded piece of cloth he didn't know what to do, and handed it to him, "Work."
"...What is this?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Aprons, new." Duan Feifei shook the cloth, and a bright yellow apron appeared in front of him with four characters printed on it, Haitian oyster sauce.
"Go away!" Jiang Kuo quickly took a step back in shock, "I don't want this."
"Oil and water will break you all over in a while." Duan Feifei shook his apron again.
"It will collapse," Jiang Kuo said. "It's not about the collapse of the flesh, or the collapse of the clothes."
"It can't be washed off!" The old man said beside him, "It's all sauce, it can't be washed off if it gets on it."
Jiang Kuo looked at Duan Feifei firmly and shook his head.
"Okay." Duan Feifei nodded, put the apron over himself, and tied a bow at 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 told you to do it."
"Why?" Jiang Kuo finally reacted, he just made an excuse and didn't really plan to work here.
"It's up to you." Duan Feifei pointed to the pool next to him, "Wash your hands and wash your hands."
Jiang Kuo looked at him and didn't move.
"Hurry up," Duan Feifei said. "The time you spent in this place when you were working part-time was enough to be fired."
Jiang Kuo waited enough for three dismissals before slowly walking to the faucet and starting to wash his hands.
It's okay, let's experience what Ma Xiao feels like. Compared to cleaning and throwing garbage, cooking beef in sauce doesn't sound so hard.
After rubbing his hands a few times, when he was about 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 around and asked.
"That's it," Duan Feifei raised his chin, "Dishwashing liquid."
People like Jiang Kuo who haven't washed a bowl probably wouldn't know that in this scenario, hand sanitizer is far less useful than dishwashing liquid.
Duan Feifei watched him squeeze a little detergent, and washed his hands carefully with the freshness of wanting to experience an ordinary working life. When he turned around, the expression on his face was even a little happy and expectant.
Duan Feifei sighed with emotion. 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 brought to work, I wanted to throw things. Duan Ling fought against him and wanted to make the other party submit and do more. Later, I don’t know when they started, they no longer have any thoughts about these things. .
Happiness is inevitable, but anger and irritability are gone. In short, it is an inescapable job and a part of life.
It's different for Jiang Kuo. This is an episode. His life is to eat his six relatives and not recognize his family. He races, parachutes, shoots and rides.
"Put the beef into the pot, then add water." Duan Feifei began to teach on-site.
"Where are the gloves?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Here." Duan Feifei gave him two disposable long gloves.
The old uncle who was cutting the meat next to him turned his head and smiled: "You still have to let him do this, I think he will eat it."
"I really know how to eat," Jiang Kuo put on his gloves, "I know the beef is good when I smell it."
"After a while, the pot is ready for you to taste." 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 he's working."
"Then I look like it!" Duan Feifei shouted, "I look like it since I was a child!"
The old man laughed.
"It's not like! It's just your uncle," the old aunt said. "We Feifei have been good-looking since we were young."
"Take the meat!" Duan Feifei instructed Jiang Kuo, "Put it in the pot."
Jiang Kuo picked up two pieces of meat cut by the old uncle: "Ice?"
"It was marinated in ice yesterday," Duan Feifei said. "Today, I cut it and cooked it."
"Why ice?" Jiang Kuo put the meat into a very high pot.
"Easier to taste." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo looked at the gloves covered with soy sauce on his hands: "I haven't caught such a large piece of raw meat before."
"Go ahead, put all the piles in the case," Duan Feifei commanded, "I promise you have enough to catch today."
"...I'm not expressing regret." Jiang Kuo shook his hand.
Duan Feifei looked down at the apron on his body, a few drops of soy sauce.
"I'm sorry." Jiang Kuo said.
"I think you're very interesting," Duan Feifei flicked on the soy sauce point, "Quick."
The meat was half in the pot, and Duan Feifei pointed at the buckets of pure water over there: "Pour in the water."
"Can you hold it?" the old aunt asked worriedly.
"... Not so." Jiang Kuo was speechless, "I can move it."
Duan Feifei smiled happily on the side.
Jiang Kuo took off his gloves and prepared to carry the pot to the bucket to pour water.
"Take the pot over, pour the water, and then move it over. It takes two trips," Duan Feifei said. "Put the bucket over and pour it in, and it's over as soon as the pot is put down. Which one is easier?"
"Almost." Jiang Kuo looked at him.
Duan Feifei did not speak, but made a gesture of your request.
Jiang Kuo hesitated for a while, and went to bring a bucket of pure water.
It might not make much difference once, but the old uncle is still cutting meat, and there are five fires left empty, so at least five times are needed. He decided to follow the advice of a skilled worker like Duan Feihan.
Then he poured water into the bucket, as if the scene of washing clothes reappeared yesterday. 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, put them in the cloth pocket and put them in the pot as soon as they are put away.
When he picked up the pot, he realized that it was really heavy.
Fortunately, I am a person who has been trained for several years.
He put the pot on the serial stove, and the fire made his face a little hot.
"Jiang Kuo still has some muscles?" The old aunt turned around and said to Duan Feifei while adding sauce to the pot with a large spoon.
"Yes," Duan Feifei finally helped him correct his name, "A hundred people who do push-ups casually."
"Really!" said the old aunt in surprise, "I can't see it."
"Continue." Duan Feifei clapped his hands, "Come on, let's have another pot."
Jiang Kuo turned to look at him.
Duan Feifei gave him a V.
Put the meat, pour the water, put the spices, put the pot on the stove, add the sauce, put the meat, pour the water, put the spices, put the pot on the stove, add the sauce...
The matter is actually not that complicated, and it is not too difficult to do, but constantly bending over, getting up hard, and the fire next to him, Jiang Kuo felt that his back was sweating 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 still cold 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 responded, "You can really remember."
"I have a good memory." Duan Feifei took another look at his clothes, "It's a pity, I really can't wash it off."
"Then throw it away." Jiang Kuo said.
"How much is this dress?" Duan Feifei asked.
"I don't remember," Jiang Kuo took a look at his clothes, "more than three thousand?"
"A month's living expenses?" Duan Feifei shook his thumb in front of him, "Jiang has money."
Jiang Kuo quickly flicked his thumb before he retracted his hand.
"Ah!" Duan Feifei shook his hand, "It hurts!"
"That's right." Jiang Kuo turned around and continued to work.
With Duan Feifei's reminder, Jiang Kuo had a clear and intuitive understanding of his monthly living expenses.
A T-shirt.
He could only afford a T-shirt when he didn't eat or drink for a month.
Although such a comparison would not immediately make him feel "distressed", it was still quite surprising.
Usually, he buys clothes once when the seasons change, but for things like T-shirts, he basically takes them as soon as he likes them, and wears ten or eight pieces at a time.
He has always felt that he is not too particular about what he wears, and he will not deliberately go with it if he takes it casually...
"Let him rest for a while." Duan Ling walked over to Duan Feifei and whispered, "It's been two hours."
"It's done right away." Duan Feifei took out the last batch of beef from the refrigerator.
"Did you do it on purpose?" Duan Ling said, "What about tossing the fool?"
"He said part-time work," said Duan Feifei, "just work as part-time job, and you'll just need to calculate the money for him later."
"What is he planning? Experience life?" Duan Ling sighed, "Wearing thousands of dollars of clothes to make beef sauce, I was tired and sweaty during the festival, 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 is very sure that the work he has done has seriously affected the progress of Niu Sandao's sauce beef production.
Although Duan Feifei could go to the store to do other things because he was here to cook the meat, but with Duan Feifei's proficiency, he finished all the cooking by himself, and then went to do other things. Well, it won't take so long...
When Jiang Kuo put the last pot of beef on the stove, he felt a little tired in his waist.
This kind of exercise state, which was 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 at all.
"Here," Duan Feifei walked up 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 Feifei who had already put on his clothes: "Where did you change it?"
"Take it off here," Duan Feifei said, "put it on here."
Jiang Kuo glanced at the old aunt, then turned to look at Duan Ling who was sharpening his 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 and entered the stairs from a door inside.
Niu Sandao has three floors. The biggest one is the storefront on the first floor and two rooms on the second floor. There is a small area in the middle that looks like a living room. The area 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 there, but he moved out after work."
"Do you live on the third floor?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Well." Duan Feifei took him up to the third floor.
The third floor is a small attic, with a bathroom, small area, bed and wardrobe plus a table, and a small single sofa.
"Can I change it here?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Yeah." Jiang Kuo responded, but did not change his clothes immediately, but looked around in a circle, "Have you always lived here?"
"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 after living for a long time, the wallpaper on the wall is old, the lamp is also old-fashioned, and the furniture is also some years old...
However, Duan Feifei is a neat person. Like his wardrobe, this hut is also very tidy, and the books on the table are neatly stacked.
Looking quite cozy.
But it's a bit too much... How should I put it, President Jiang said that his messy bedroom can tell at a glance what kind of thing lives here.
But in this small house of Duan Fei, 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 in detail. The prison meeting card in Duan Feifei's closet was not related to his father. After all, he never mentioned his mother. Uncle is here.
Does this count as escort
Forget it, although the uncle's family seems to be very close to Duan Feifei, even though the air conditioners and fans are all available in this room, there is also a small air purifier next to the wardrobe.
But it's not home after all.
"You have to be dissatisfied with this dress," Duan Feifei looked down at his phone, raised his finger and pointed at the cabinet behind him, "There are still more than 3,000 pieces in the wardrobe. There are a few more than 3,000 pieces."
"As long as it's not an advertising shirt," Jiang Kuo opened the shirt and looked at it. It was a very simple white T with a black and white dog's head the size of a palm printed on the front, and a finger-sized character on the back. Jiang Kuo paused. "Did you buy this dress yourself or someone else gave it?"
"I bought it." Duan Feifei said, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Kuo turned the back of his clothes to him.
The print on the back is small but still legible.
dog.
Also with accents. gǒu.
"Brother puppet." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei laughed: "This is the brother outfit that Ben Ben and I bought, and it has been bitten by it."
"Is that one also a dog?" Jiang Kuo took off his shirt and shook his clothes.
"It says 'yes'," Duan Feifei said, "Hey, you're right."
Jiang Kuo took the clothes and had fun for a long time.
"I'll take a look at the tattoo on your back?" Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo turned his back to him: "It's pretty cool."
This zipper tattoo goes down the spine, is quite long, and reaches a little 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 flank.
"What is that red one?" He looked closer.
"A full stop." Jiang Kuo turned his head, "Did you see it clearly?"
"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded.
Jiang Kuo's tattoo style is a bit weird, and it's not very close to his sometimes impulsive and arrogant, sometimes polite and kind personality.
In terms of coercion, this person still has some attainments.
Jiang Kuo put on the puppet dog, sat on the small sofa, stretched his legs and breathed 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 as follows] Salary has been paid
Jiang Kuo glanced at Duan Feifei and ordered the red envelope.
One hundred dollars.
"That's the salary?" Jiang Kuo was a little surprised.
"It's still too much." Duan Feifei put down his phone, "You do this job and forcibly give you a back-cooking plan. If you calculate the hourly salary, it will be fifteen to twenty, and if you calculate it as a chef, it will be forty-five. , two hours and ninety, and ten yuan is a work injury, Duan Ling said that you were collapsed by the hot soup."
Jiang Kuo looked at him: "Are you sure you didn't cheat me?"
Duan Feifei also looked at him: "What do you think?"
"If Ma Xiao takes money like this," Jiang Kuo said, "one hour at noon and two hours at night, at fifteen yuan, forty-five a day, one thousand three hundred and five a month?"
"The hourly salary for his job is estimated to be 11 or 2 yuan." Duan Feifei said, "Liu Pang worked at McDonald's for a few days before, a little more, 14 yuan an hour."
Jiang Kuo didn't speak.
"It's like finding a part-time job temporarily." Duan Feifei said.
"Then do you think it's a little too much for me?" Jiang Kuo said.
"Not much," Duan Feifei smiled, "You try to come back a few times, there are still 2,300 yuan waiting for you."
"...Come on." Jiang Kuo gave him a thumbs up.
As a serious, united and friendly dormitory head, Tang Li did not forget to call Jiang Kuo when he returned from shopping with Li Zirui: "Are you in school today?"
"Yes." Jiang Kuo said.
"There are snacks in the school cafeteria," Tang Li said, "it's free..."
"Why would he care if it's free or not? Just ask him if he can appreciate the moon at night or not." Li Zirui said beside him.
"It's free," Tang Li insisted, "I checked the menu and it's quite rich. You can go back to school to eat if you have time."
"Okay," Jiang Kuo said, "I'll go back to the cafeteria to eat."
"Window fifteen to eighteen," Tang Li said, "these three windows are free."
"Five to eighteen are four windows." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei was leaning against the table next to him and almost choked with a silent laugh.
Tang Li didn't care how many windows it was: "Anyway, it's fifteen to eighteen, don't make a mistake, there must be a lot of people waiting in line, if you get it wrong..."
"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, "what, did you want to invite me to eat?"
"That's not true." Duan Feifei said.
"It's right if you don't ask," Jiang Kuo said, "the two thousand three don't move casually."
Duan Feifei laughed.
"In the evening..." Jiang Kuo hesitated for a while, wondering if it was appropriate to ask, but he was too lazy to ponder, "Have you been with your uncle and the others?"
"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 none of the other dormitories can. in…”
"Almost got it." Jiang Kuo interrupted him.
"Let's go, brother dog," Duan Feifei waved his arms out the door, "I'll take you to socialize tonight."