Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 897: Family Dinner Night Talk about African Stories (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

"About what time tomorrow? I still need to go to the Yanjing Hotel," Fang Yan said to the dean.

The dean responded:
"It starts at nine o'clock, so just be in the consultation room before nine o'clock."

Fang Yan nodded:
"That's fine."

At least there's enough time. After the rounds, I can go to the Yanjing Hotel for Ma Wenying's follow-up appointment. As long as there are no problems, I should be back by nine o'clock.

After all, it's not that far away.

"Alright, I've finished explaining everything, I'll be leaving now," the dean said.

Fang Yan invited the dean:
"Since you're already here, let's eat together!"

The dean waved his hand and said with a smile:

"No, no, my grandson brought his girlfriend home, and I, as the grandfather, can't be absent."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan said:
"Then I'll take you there."

"I'll give you one too!" Zhu Lin said.

The dean smiled and nodded:
"Hahaha...Good, good..."

After seeing the dean off from the courtyard house and waving goodbye, Zhu Lin asked Fang Yan:

"A research institute? What kind of research institute could it be? Aren't our dads at a research institute too?"

Fang Yan nodded:
"Yes, but the people who came this time should be of a higher rank."

Zhu Lin recalled the names of several organizations, all of which his father had mentioned to him before.

She nodded:

"Oh...I understand!"

Then he said to the dialect:

"Then you'd better do your best tomorrow!"

Fang Yan smiled and said:
"Of course."

……

After seeing the dean off, it was time for Fang Yan and his family to have dinner.

Fortunately, Fang Yan prepared a meal for pregnant women to take care of his wife at home; otherwise, when Lao Hu's wife came over, this really wasn't prepared.

When the food was served, He Puren was somewhat surprised.

These dishes don't look like they came from a home kitchen; they look like they came from the kitchen of a high-end restaurant.

"Let's eat! Let's eat!"

"Pour the wine!"

Old Hu, who often came over, never treated himself as an outsider and immediately instructed his assistant, Xiao Lin, to pour drinks for everyone present.

"Brother Hu, I won't drink anymore. I'll ride my bike back to school later," the older woman said to Hu Daohu.

Fang Yan was about to say that he wouldn't drink anymore and would drive He Puren back, but Lao Hu seemed to know what was going on and said to Fang Yan:

"If you, the host, would like some drinks, I'll have Lao Cui drive Brother He home later."

"Okay." Fang Yan nodded.

After pouring the red wine, Fang Yan raised his glass first:
"Welcome Professor He Puren, Brother He, to our team!"

This form of address is somewhat awkward; He Puren is thirty years older than Fang Yan, so he should be called Uncle He.

However, He Puren was not offended and quickly stood up, holding a glass of red wine, and said:

"Thank you, I'll finish mine first."

After saying that, he ignored everyone else and gulped it down in one go.

Fang Yan followed suit and did it too.

Old Hu wanted to say something, but the two had already started drinking, so he drank it too.

Downing a large glass of red wine in one gulp gives one the feeling of a cow chewing on a peony, but Lao Hu likes this kind of thing—no pretense, more enjoyable than the backstabbing and scheming he used to do abroad.

After finishing his drink, he stood up and said a few words.

Then he personally poured wine for He Puren, and raised his glass to He Puren:
"Brother He, with your joining us, I believe our company will get better and better. I wish everyone a pleasant cooperation and that you can all achieve success in your respective positions."

Then He Puren stood up again and said, "I'll drink it!" He then downed the rest of his drink in one gulp.

This left Lao Hu completely dumbfounded. "Wait, is this how you drink?"

While it's a sign of respect when someone offers you a toast and you drink it all in one gulp, you've gone way too far with respect.

After downing two cups in a row, Lao Hu had no choice but to keep up with him and chug his own down in one gulp.

He decided to speak later without picking up his wine glass.

"Alright, let's eat!" Fang Yan said to everyone.

Everyone picked up their chopsticks and began their attack on the food on the table.

On the dinner table, several bright red and oily Sichuan dishes particularly caught He Puren's eye.

The twice-cooked pork slices are as thin as paper, and the streaky pork with alternating layers of fat and lean meat curls up like lanterns under the stir-fry of fermented bean paste. The green garlic segments are bright green and crisp, and the aroma of the sauce, wrapped in oil, wafts straight to your nose.

The Mapo Tofu is served tremblingly in a white porcelain bowl. Hot oil is poured over Sichuan peppercorn powder and chili powder, releasing a spicy and savory aroma. The tender tofu is coated in a deep red sauce and garnished with scallions, making it look exceptionally tempting.

The fish-flavored shredded pork is made with superb knife skills, with bamboo shoots, wood ear mushrooms, and pork shreds all being of uniform thickness. The sweet, sour, and slightly spicy sauce is so tempting that it makes your mouth water.

The most amazing dish was the Kung Pao Chicken. The fried peanuts were golden and crispy, the chicken was tender and chewy, and the dried chili peppers were fried until fragrant but not pungent. He Puren picked up a piece with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth. The sweet, sour, salty and spicy flavors exploded on his tongue, and he ate several bites in a row, feeling like he couldn't stop.

I never imagined that Fang Yan's cooking skills were so good.

Aside from these Sichuan dishes, the other dishes on the table are also quite good.

He Puren ate with great relish; in all the time since he returned, the meal he had right after getting off the plane had been this delicious.

Only after he had eaten his fill did He Puren slow down his eating and say to Fang Yan:

"Your cooking skills are absolutely amazing. If I hadn't seen you making it in the kitchen, I would have thought it was served from a restaurant."

Huang Huijie, who was standing nearby, praised him:
"Fang Yan is someone who can do anything. It seems like there's nothing he can't do. Not only is he highly skilled in medicine, but he's also good-looking and even a great cook. He's practically perfect. I don't know if there's anything he can't do."

Fang Yan patted his stomach and said:

"You won't get pregnant."

"Pfft..." Huang Huijie was immediately amused.

The others around were also amused, and the atmosphere immediately became lively.

After toasting each other a few more times, He Puren began to tell his stories in Africa.

Everyone listened with great interest, so much so that the eldest sister almost forgot to go to evening self-study.

After the eldest sister left, everyone ate for a while longer before calling it a day.

After dinner, Lao Hu also took out the shareholding agreement.

The above is based on the meaning of the dialect, allocating a portion of the 5% expert shares in the A-share market to He Puren.

He Puren didn't even look at how many shares there were before signing the agreement immediately.

Of course, Fang Yan and the others didn't cheat him; they treated him the same as Old Cheng and the others.

Of course, adjustments will be made based on their contributions later, which is a rule that was established long ago.

Next, Lao Hu took out a thousand US dollars and stuffed it into He Puren's hand.

"Brother He, this is a small token of our appreciation from Fang Yan and me. You've just joined and you'll need a lot of money. To avoid your family thinking that you have no future with us, please take this."

"Oh dear, what should I do!" He Puren didn't really want it, mainly because the last sentence, "My family thinks it has no future," made him sound like he was afraid of his wife.

But in the end, it was still put into his hands.

Then Cui Changshou drove a car and took He Puren home.

After they left, Lao Hu and Fang Yan returned home.

The more He Puren talked about his life in Africa, the more I felt that it was worthwhile to recruit him. Just his experience in dealing with local warlords, local blacks, and people from all walks of life in the international community is something that not everyone has.

One can't help but admire the ability of dialects to judge people.

This insight alone is something most people don't possess. In chaotic times, such an ability could help him gather a large group of capable people around him.

Back home, he chatted with Fang Yan for a while about judging people. It wasn't until 11 p.m. that he and Huang Huijie returned to Xiehe Hospital.

……

Time flew by and it was the next day. Old Hu had drunk a bit too much the night before, and when he came for his morning exercise, he was still drunk.

Fang Yan had Lao Fan give him two injections to sober him up, and that's when he recovered.

Today we're going to see people from the research institute. Fang Yan told Lao Fan this morning that he's one of the observers today.

There are still three others: Zhang Yanchang, Yang Jingxiang, and Lei Lian.

Apart from Lei Lian, the others are all old acquaintances.

The teacher leading the group was Liu Duzhou, the homeroom teacher. Hearing that Wang Yuchuan and Ren Yingqiu had come before and had given positive feedback, he couldn't hold back any longer. Today, he sent Fang Yaozhong to Xiyuan Hospital with a group of people, but he himself came to Fang Yan's place.

They arrived just in time for breakfast.

So we ate at the restaurant in the local dialect area.

After breakfast, the group headed towards Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

PS: I got another 100 votes, so I still owe you 22000 words after finishing this chapter.

There will be an extra chapter this afternoon.

(End of this chapter)