Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

"Uncle Zhu, can you make braised pork and twice-cooked pork?"

Chang Kun usually eats meat either boiled or grilled, and he has been craving other cooking methods for a long time.

Director Zhu laughed: "Xiao Kun, what are you saying? Not just anyone can be the head chef of our state-run restaurant."

As he spoke, he shouted twice, "Second brother, second brother, come quick..."

"Thump, thump, thump!" A large, fat man rushed out of the kitchen, carrying a wok ladle. Stroking his bald head, he said helplessly, "Big brother, how many times have I told you, don't call me 'second brother'!"

"Hehehe, enough with the nonsense. Let me introduce you. This is Chang Kun, and this is my second brother, a successor of the Sichuan cuisine lineage. You can also call Chang Kun 'Little Master Zhu'."

Just as my mother said, you could tell at a glance that this young Master Zhu was a cook.

A flushed face and a thick neck indicate either a wealthy man or a cook...

"Uncle Zhu," Chang Kun greeted him.

"Hey, this young man looks promising. What kind of meat do you have? I'll cook it for you. I guarantee you'll want to come back for more after this one time." Chef Zhu's voice was as loud as his stature.

He saw it all clearly in the kitchen: Director Song and his elder brother were fighting over Chang Kun for meat, but he didn't know how much meat Chang Kun had.

"Uncle Zhu, do you have any braising sauce packets or hot pot base? Could you get me some?"

"That's easy. Just tell me what flavor you like—sweet, salty, savory, spicy—I can make it whatever you want."

"Custom seasoning packets are also available?" Chang Kun's eyes lit up, and he followed Chef Zhu into the kitchen.

Director Song and Director Zhu set up the chessboard again.

"Old Zhu, don't worry, Xiao Kun is a smart guy."

"Hey, I think you're the one who's getting impatient. I heard your supply and marketing cooperative had donkey meat yesterday, aren't you satisfied yet?"

"Your ears are really long! There's never enough meat."

"That's right, restaurants haven't seen meat for days... let alone other places."

When the two were halfway through their game of chess, Chang Kun came out of the kitchen.

"Director Song, Director Zhu, I've already spoken to Grandpa Zhu."

"Don't call me Director, call me Grandpa!" the two said in unison.

"Yes, yes, gentlemen, I'll be going now. I'll come back for the ingredients later."

As I walked out of the state-run restaurant, I looked back at the kitchen. No matter how much the two directors said, it was not as important as the few dishes that Chef Zhu had mentioned to me.

Boiled mutton, chicken in a clay pot, braised donkey tendon, sweet and sour pork, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, four-happiness meatballs...

Just hearing these names made Chang Kun feel that the trip was worthwhile.

To be able to become the head chef at a state-run restaurant, Grandpa Zhu must be quite capable. When I come down to get the seasoning packets, I'll have to bring some meat over to test the flavors of these dishes.

Cross the street and go into the supply and marketing cooperative across the street.

"Mother, Sister Wang."

"Xiao Kun is here. Where have you been?" Liu Meifen asked as she came around the counter when she saw her son.

"I went to the restaurant across the street and ordered a few ingredient packets, but they haven't made it yet. They told me to wait two hours before picking it up."

"That's perfect, let's go take a look inside the yard, it seems like everything's been renovated."

At this time, there were very few people coming to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy things, so Liu Meifen simply called Chang Kun and went for a stroll around the courtyard.

The two walked towards the courtyard house, and Chang Kun asked, "Mom, have you chosen an auspicious day? When would be a good time to move?"

"Watch closely, once the house is cleaned, the good days will come in five days."

Chang Kun nodded. Time really flies; soon the family will be moving to the city.

Once inside the courtyard, Liu Meifen pointed to the jujubes on the tree: "Xiao Kun, look, those jujubes are almost ripe. It's a really good omen."

In just a few days, the red and green dates on the jujube tree have slowly turned red. I'll be able to pick the dates and eat them in a few days after I move.

The bathroom in the southwest corner of the courtyard is made entirely of brick walls, and the drainage ditch connects to a culvert, allowing water to be discharged directly outside the courtyard.

The fish pond in another corner has also been built and is just waiting to be filled with water and fish. The decorator, Mr. Zhu, thoughtfully divided the fish pond into two halves, one side for beautiful ornamental fish and the other side for delicious edible fish.

The walls of the four living rooms were painted snow-white, and the tables, chairs, beds, and cabinets were all tidied up. The kitchen stove was also newly renovated, which made Liu Meifen nod repeatedly.

"Xiao Kun, this place is so nice." She touched the brand-new tables and chairs, feeling a sense of disbelief. She never imagined that such a big house in the city would be her new home.

The mother and daughter strolled around the yard, looking at this and that, feeling that everything was new and exciting. Before long, two hours had passed.

First, Chang Kun took his mother back to the supply and marketing cooperative. Then, he cut out half a wild boar from his spatial dimension, cleaned out its internal organs, put it all into a sack, and carried it on the back of his bicycle.

"Uncle Zhu, I'm here again. There's half a pig outside. Could you have someone take care of it?"

In order to eat garlic-flavored pork belly, twice-cooked pork, and four-happiness meatballs, he gave up half a wild boar to the restaurant.

Director Zhu had lost four or five games of chess to Director Song and was feeling dejected when he heard about pork. His eyes immediately widened: "Pork?"

Director Song, forgetting all about the chess game, immediately stood up: "Where is it? Where is it?"

"Don't even think about the pig Xiao Kun delivered to the restaurant!" Director Zhu glared at Director Song. This old Song got dozens of kilograms of donkey meat yesterday and was still not satisfied.

A moment later, the pork was brought in. Director Zhu squatted down, pinched the fat, and chuckled, "This meat is really fatty. Take it down to weigh it."

He beckoned to Chang Kun, "Xiao Kun, come on, let's go to the office and talk about the price."

Director Song watched helplessly as Chang Kun and Director Zhu went into the office, and the pork ended up in the state-run restaurant; there was nothing he could do to get it.

These days, everyone wants meat, and you can never have too much!

Upon entering the office, Director Zhu offered him a cigarette and went straight to the point: "Xiao Kun, the meat you delivered is quite good, and it's been thoroughly gutted. I'll give it to you for three yuan a pound, how about that?"

Chang Kun was taken aback. Why did Director Zhu raise the price? It used to be 2.5 yuan when delivered to the supply and marketing cooperative.

Seeing Chang Kun hesitate, Director Zhu smiled and said that since it was all unplanned procurement and public funds were being used, the price should be higher so that Chang Kun would deliver meat to the restaurant next time he had some.

"Uncle Zhu, this price is a bit high."

"What's so high about it? Meat is so scarce in the market these days. You can buy meat for three yuan. I don't know how many companies are scrambling to buy it."

Just then, a waiter walked in from outside: "Manager, half a pig, 103 jin."

Director Zhu nodded and counted out a wad of cash from the drawer: "Xiao Kun, this is 309 yuan in total. Please count it."

Chang Kun casually stuffed the item into his shoulder bag: "Uncle Zhu has already ordered it, no problem."

Director Zhu chuckled a few times and poured Chang Kun a cup of tea: "Let's have some tea and wait. I've asked the kitchen to prepare a few dishes. You can try their cooking later."

Chang Kun delivered meat to the state-run restaurant. Money was secondary; his main motivation was to enjoy the dishes prepared by the head chef.

If the chef is really skilled, he wouldn't mind sending more meat to the restaurant.