Siheyuan: Since 1962

Chapter 175 Love
"Has Damao been here?"

Lou Xiao'e's eyes lit up. She thought Xu Damao was still angry with her and hadn't come over yet.

"Yes, he came last night. Your father took him home to rest. I think he will be here soon."

Lou's mother did not mention that Xu Damao was drunk when he came over. Her daughter had finally decided to live a good life, and she couldn't change her mind because of such a small matter.

Not long after, Xu Damao and Lou Ruizhong walked into the ward together.

Seeing this, Lou's mother stood up with a smile and said softly to Lou Xiao'e, "Xiao'e, your father and I have something else to do. Please have a good talk with Damao."

He then turned to Xu Damao and said, "The doctor just examined Xiao'e. She needs to be hospitalized for a few days for observation. Xiao'e told me everything about you. I'm sorry to have wronged you, Damao."

"Mom, it's my fault for not taking good care of Xiao'e. I shouldn't have let her go out so late at night."

Xu Damao waved his hands repeatedly and looked at Lou Xiaoe with an apologetic look.

"How can you think so much after a quarrel? Damao, don't blame yourself too much."

Lou's mother gently defended him and then walked out of the ward with Lou Ruizhong.

Xu Damao watched the two of them leave, then slowly walked to the bedside and sat down, then asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"

"Humph, try being hit with a stick, will it not hurt?"

Lou Xiao'e wanted to apologize to Xu Damao, but when the words came to her lips, he turned away and complained in dissatisfaction.

"It's my fault. I drank too much and spoke without thinking. I won't do it again next time."

Xu Damao picked up the apple on the bedside table and peeled it, then patiently coaxed Lou Xiaoe.

"You still want to have a next time? I don't want to eat apples, I want to eat oranges."

Although Lou Xiao'e was throwing a tantrum, she no longer felt aggrieved or angry at all.

"No, there won't be a next time, I swear!"

Xu Damao put down the half-peeled apple and started peeling an orange for Lou Xiao'e, as if it was just a minor disagreement between the couple.

However, when he looked at Lou Xiao'e, there was no trace of affection between husband and wife anymore in his eyes.

Disappointments are constantly accumulating, and when it reaches a certain point, the love between husband and wife is gone.

However, Lou Xiao'e, who was eating oranges at the time, knew nothing about this.

……

At the same time, North Suburb Machine Repair Factory.

"You are the Master He that Teacher Yan mentioned, right? I heard that you used to be the chef at the steel mill?"

Liu Feng enthusiastically took He Daqing to the canteen kitchen. In the past few days, he was annoyed to death by the workers in the factory because of the problems in the canteen.

"Old Yan, it's an old story, why are you still talking about it? For many years, I have been working as a cook in the agricultural machinery factory in Baocheng. The conditions there are incomparable to those in our city. I just cook big pot dishes. I only cook about ten meals a year. I am afraid my skills have fallen behind."

He Daqing followed up with a brief account of his own situation. Previously, Nan Yi was the chef in the machine repair factory, and Nan Yi's cooking skills were not inferior to his, so he couldn't let Director Liu have too high expectations.

Otherwise, the job you have got might be ruined.

"Hey, Master He, you don't know that our factory is eager to recruit a chef so that the workers can be satisfied with the food in the canteen." Liu Feng spoke with an intellectual flavor, not like a factory director.

After an awkward smile, he continued, "To be honest, our factory hasn't hosted an event for a long time. There are only more than 200 people in our machine repair factory, and the supplies allocated by the organization are not as good as those in the steel mill. The meat allocated each month is only enough for the workers to eat two meals. Even for me, the factory director, it is not easy to have a meal of meat."

“There are ways to cook meat with more meat and less meat with less meat. Vegetarian dishes don’t taste much worse than meat dishes.”

After hearing what he said, He Daqing had an idea of ​​what was going on.

Having made big pot dishes for so many years, he is confident that he can satisfy the workers.

In fact, in this era when food and drink are tight, the workers will not have any complaints as long as the work is not too bad.

Liu Feng hesitated for a moment, and said a little embarrassedly: "Master He, I feel relieved when you say this. You will cook the big pot dishes for lunch today. As long as the workers are satisfied, you will be the chef of our factory."

When other chefs first start working, they cook small stir-fries, but he asks them to cook big pot dishes right from the start. It's really unreasonable.

But he was really worried about trying stir-frying, for fear that the workers would still not be satisfied.

He Daqing looked at Liu Feng in surprise, and seeing that he was serious, he said slowly, "I have no problem, but it's getting late, and it's a bit too late to start preparing the food."

"Don't worry, the dishes have been prepared, all you have to do is cook."

Liu Feng said hurriedly, fearing that He Daqing would think he was making things difficult for him.

He had inquired about it and knew that Master He's craftsmanship was well-known in the steel rolling mill.

That is to say, he just came back from Baocheng and came to visit their machine repair factory. Otherwise, such a chef would not be in their machine repair factory.

The workers in the factory have all become picky eaters because of Nan Yi, and only a chef like this can stop them from making trouble.

If he lets Master He run away, he will have a headache in the future.

After thinking about it, he felt that he still hadn't explained it clearly, so Liu Feng simply told everyone all the treatment.

"Master He, don't worry. If you are hired, your salary will be the same as that of an eighth-level cook, plus a two-yuan shift subsidy. I know you live far away, so if there is an emergency and you need to work overtime, there are cots in the warehouse next to the kitchen for you to rest, and you can also get a bicycle to facilitate your commute."

“Can I get a bicycle?”

Everything else was fine, pretty much as He Daqing had imagined, but the bicycle was indeed beyond his expectations.

"We are a machine repair shop, and this bicycle is a benefit we strive for for our workers by leveraging our own advantages. Even though the body of the bicycle is welded by our factory, it may not look good, but it rides just as well as the Phoenix."

After hearing what Liu Feng said, He Daqing nodded without commenting. This saved him money on buying a bicycle.

While the two were talking, they had already walked into the kitchen.

A dozen people in the kitchen stood in a row against the wall, and when they saw He Daqing they acted like they had seen a savior.

If a chef doesn't come, none of them will dare to walk at night, for fear that they will be put in a sack and beaten by dissatisfied workers.

After introducing himself to everyone, He Daqing tasted all the seasonings, grabbed the large iron pot and shook it, then took the prepared dishes and started cooking.

Needless to say, He Daqing's cooking skills were excellent. The workers in the machine repair factory, who had been eating pig food for several months, ate the food so deliciously that they almost swallowed their tongues.

Naturally, no one was dissatisfied with the new chef He Daqing.

(End of this chapter)