Siheyuan: Damao carried me back from under the bridge

A group of people entered the back kitchen, and the old man named: Driver Kefuluo greeted He Yuzhu enthusiastically:

"Hello, Chef He!"

"Hello!"

"Chef He, are the dishes we usually eat made here?"

While the driver of Fukolo was talking, he kept studying the various kitchen utensils in the kitchen with his hands.

For a while he opened the lid of the pot, and for a while he looked at the ingredients.

This is observing the difference in kitchenware.

In fact, the driver of Fukoluo knows how to cook Chinese cuisine, but his current expression is completely fake.

"It's cooked here. If Mr. Fukoluo driver wants to see the cooking process, you can come and see it when it's about lunch."

He Yuzhu's words seemed to have reached the heart of the Fukolo driver.

It can be said that this is what he was waiting for.

"Chef He, aren't you afraid that I will secretly learn your cooking skills this time?" Driver Fukolo asked with a smile.

He was testing He Yuzhu's tone.

"Don't be afraid, you can't learn this thing just by watching it. Many of the seasonings here are prepared in advance. Without the secret recipe, you can't cook it to taste that way." He Yuzhu also replied politely without losing his arrogance. smile.

Hearing He Yuzhu's answer, the driver of Fukoluo suddenly became frustrated.

Sure enough, there is a secret recipe.

Chinese people are like this, good things are passed down from their ancestors, and they are not passed down to outsiders.

If you want something inherited from their ancestors, you have to pay a very high price to get it.

Since there is a secret recipe, there is no point in watching He Yuzhu cook.

What Driver Fukolo is thinking now is, how much does he want to get He Yuzhu’s secret recipe?

The Chinese coins of this period were very valuable to the Chinese people.

But for them, the Soviets, it was nothing.

Their wages are more than ten times or even dozens of times higher than ordinary workers in China.

This is not nonsense, it is a fact.

This is still a comparison of workers. If we include ordinary people who work on the land, the gap is even greater.

In other words, one month's salary for his husband Koluo's driver is what He Yuzhu earns for one or two years.

If he could get He Yuzhu's formula with no more than four or five months' salary, he would still be willing to pay.

The little calculation in the driver's mind was rattling.

But He Yuzhu had already dug a big hole waiting for him to jump into.

"Director Yang, we would like to invite Chef He to cook a dinner for us in our accommodation area tonight. I wonder if Director Yang can grant a leave." Driver Fukro said to Factory Yang very politely with a smile on his face. Chang asked.

Director Yang also now understands He Yuzhu's temper.

He looked at He Yuzhu. If He Yuzhu agreed, he would arrange a half-day vacation. If He Yuzhu disagreed, he would not force it.

But in his heart he hoped that He Yuzhu would agree.

"He Yuzhu, I'll give you a break in the afternoon. If you're willing, go ask Comrade Fu Keluo and the others to cook a meal. If not, you can rest all afternoon." Director Yang looked at He Yuzhu with a smile.

Ouch, shit...this Jiba named Yang is quite smart, he just kicked the ball to his side.

Anyway, the holiday is given to you. Even if you don't go, it's none of his business.

This guy named Yang still has some brains to be able to sit in the position of factory director.

He is very good at shifting blame.

But this time, it played into He Yuzhu's hands.

I'm just wondering how to get in touch with some old guys alone!

"Since the factory manager is on holiday, I will definitely go, but factory manager, does this count as overtime? It must be considered as overtime pay." When He Yuzhu said this, it didn't sound like he was joking at all, he was very serious.

It must be proven that he was sent by the government.

At this time, it is not a good thing for you to contact Lao Maozi alone, He Yuzhu.

But it's different if it's sent by the government.

If anything happens, or if someone tries to mess with him and asks him why he went to Lao Maozi's place to cook alone, he can just say that he was sent by the factory and was given overtime wages!

In this day and age, it’s better to be cautious in everything.

Director Yang was extremely happy when he heard that He Yuzhu agreed.

"If it counts as overtime, it definitely counts as overtime. Today will count as your two days' salary." Director Yang smiled brightly.

It's good that he actually agreed to go. This guy He Yuzhu still gives him a lot of face!

Hearing that He Yuzhu said he was willing to cook, Driver Fukoluo's expression of excitement was on his face, and he couldn't hide it no matter how hard he tried.

Driver Fukolo had achieved his goal and stopped staying in the kitchen.

I followed Director Yang to visit other places.

The rest of the visit was almost done in a hurry.

People didn’t go there just for the purpose of visiting.

At noon, He Yuzhu's table of food was still so amazing that it made several old men nod their heads.

When he got off work in the afternoon, the driver of Fukoluo took He Yuzhu directly into his Hongqi car and went to Lao Maozi's residential area.

This area is a separate area in the capital designated for Lao Maozi to live.

But I wanted to have a good relationship with Lao Maozi for many years, so I built a separate Lao Maozi residential area.

The people living here are professors, technicians and other relatively capable people sent by Lao Maozi.

But there are not many people living here now.

In a few days there will be even fewer people here.

Basically I have to go back.

The driver of Fu Keluo also wanted to go back, which was why he was eager to find He Yuzhu for the secret recipe.

You must get the secret recipe before you leave.

Entering Lao Maozi's residential area, Fukoluo's driver enthusiastically asked He Yuzhu to visit his home.

He Yuzhu did not refuse and followed.

Driver Fukolo's home is completely different from the homes of ordinary people in the capital.

There is a separate bathroom at home, a radio, an electric fan, a record player, and a European-style lamp on the desk.

These things were impossible for ordinary families in the [-]s to have.

Moreover, the Fukoro driver also has his own car, which also shows the status of the Fukoro driver here.

After entering the driver's house, Fukoluo immediately made a cup of green tea for He Yuzhu.

This man is a China expert and knows Chinese etiquette very well.

"Chef He, please have tea."

"Thank you!"

He Yuzhu took the green tea and smelled it. It was very fragrant and the tea head was very small.

“Good tea...”

Xiao Tianlan couldn't help but praise.

"I didn't expect that Chef Xiao would also be interested in tea." Driver Fukoluo said, turning around and walking to the cabinet where he kept the tea leaves, and took the remaining two kilograms of tea leaves:

"To be honest, Chef He, I'm going back to China. I don't have much to take with me this time. I can't take away these two kilograms of tea, so I'll give it to you."

As the driver Fukoluo said this, he handed the tea leaves in his hand to He Yuzhu.

"No merit will be given. I'll cook for you, and the factory will also pay you wages. I really can't accept this tea." He Yuzhu directly rejected the tea from the driver Fu Keluo.

It's not that I don't like this tea, it's just that I don't like it.

Do you want to send him away with just this little tea?

Beautiful thought...

This Fukoluo driver was quite good at getting things done. If He Yuzhu didn't accept it, he stuffed it into He Yuzhu's arms.