Siheyuan: Qin Huai Ru, Dong Xu Qing You

"Master Yang, Liu Ming can solve it, can I?" Song Gongpeng asked nervously.

"Then you come and try it too. Whoever wins gets to peel the other's potatoes."

After Yang Haijun got what he wanted, he let everyone leave. He couldn't disturb their rest just because it was lunch time.

Although he didn't show it for a long time, he was definitely resentful in his heart.

If your superior called you over during your vacation, you would definitely be unhappy, right?

Yang Haijun put his hands behind his back and walked home unsteadily.

"Huo, my God, why are you here?"

In the room, Yang's father, Yang Jinxin, Liang Ladi, the seven boys and others were all there.

"Navy, tell me, how did you become a chef in a restaurant?"

Yang Haijun: "So that's how it is!"

He told Zhang Hanyang about his encounter with Liu Feng and Nan Yi in the bathroom, and about his family's recommendation.

After saying that, he didn't let anyone continue the conversation.

"You guys take a break first, we still have to work in the afternoon."

"If you don't sleep, I will sleep too."

Yang Haijun slept contentedly, but Nan Yi had an expression as if he was blinded by anger.

When he learned that his chef position had been taken away by someone else, it became even more impossible for him to return to the kitchen.

He used to think that Liu Feng would come to find him, and then ask Liu Feng to send him back, but he didn't expect that Liu Feng would actually arrange a substitute for him.

I can't just go back to the kitchen, right? Is this going to mean I'll have to clean toilets for the rest of my life?

He's a chef, not a cleaner.

Unconsciously, Nan Yi developed hatred towards Yang Haijun.

Nan Nanyi felt a pang of pain in his heart whenever he thought of Ding Qiunan. Ever since he was kicked out to clean, he felt that Ding Qiunan hated him, so he didn't show any abnormality.

If he couldn't return to school, his relationship with Ding Qiunan would be over.

The more this happened, the angrier Nan Yi became. He wanted to compete with Yang Haijun to see whose craftsmanship was better.

Filled with rage, Nan Yi walked towards Yang Haijun's dormitory.

But when he saw that Yang Haijun had started to sleep soundly, he backed off.

Nan Yi felt a little disappointed. He was a nice guy and helped her pick peaches while she was resting. What happened?

Stirring up trouble?

Just as Nan Yi was about to say something and wanted to step through the door, Yang Haijun suddenly woke up.

Yang Haijun was sleeping soundly, and he woke up as soon as Nan Yi appeared.

"Nan Yi?" Ye Mo's heart moved.

"what's up?"

Chapter 353 "Could it be that Yang Haijun escaped?

At this time, Nan Yi was in a dilemma.

"I came here this time just to exchange ideas with you. I heard that you are now the person in charge of the restaurant."

"Yes."

Yang Haijun thought to himself, you are here just to mess things up.

"How do we compete?"

Nan Yi: "Use the same ingredients and cook a dish together, and we'll see which one tastes better."

Yang Haijun: "That's all for today."

"make a deal."

Nan Yi turned and left.

Yang Haijun really didn't sleep well this time.

As soon as working hours arrived, he arrived at the factory.

He was transferred because of his connections.

But no matter what, he still had to say something to the boss. The factory director was very good to him and respected him for being able to tolerate him for so long.

Yang Haijun stayed in the kitchen for a while on purpose, just to let everyone get used to it, and then left early.

He sat down in a chair, smoking and drinking tea.

He used his posture and his actions to show everyone that he was just wasting time.

It was not until the evening that Yang Haijun left early.

After returning home, he waited for Nan Yi to cause trouble for him.

Nan Yi was indeed on time, arriving at exactly five o'clock.

"Yang Haijun, how about we each have a serving of potato chips, using the most common ingredients?"

"I have no problem with that. Whatever."

Nan Yi: "Okay, I'll go first, we'll discuss this later."

After Nan Yi left, Yang Haijun started peeling potatoes. His skill was very good, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he had mastered it to perfection. However, the potatoes he peeled were definitely a work of art.

The potato strips are all the same length and width.

Boil the potato slices on a hotplate.

This is the most important step, as it will make the taste even better.

The potato chips are almost cooked.

He tossed it in the wok and added some chilies for added flavor.

Then add garlic and chopped green onions.

After frying, a plate of steaming hot and sour potato chips was served.

In addition to him, there are Yang's father and Yang Jinxin.

The Yang family had just finished dinner, so Yang Haijun had no time to cook.

As soon as Nan Yi smelled the aroma of Yang Haijun's shredded potatoes, he knew he was doomed to lose, but he still took a small bite with reluctance.

"I admit defeat, I'm not as skilled as you."

"I'm in awe of your cooking skills."

Nan Yi left dejectedly. Before leaving, he took away his own shredded potatoes, feeling embarrassed to give them to Yang Haijun.

The potato strips were already cooked, and Yang Haijun was planning to fry some chopped green onions and an egg after they were done.

The sixth girl also came and reported to him.

He brought the lamp she had promised, and a pile of white sheets.

"Sister, I'll give you a lamp."

"Uncle, this is made in our factory. It hasn't been dyed yet. You can use it to make curtains or quilts."

Father Yang: "Be good, thank you for thinking of me, take these materials back with you."

Sixth Girl: "Uncle, my family all works in the textile factory. We don't need anything."

Yang Jinxin: "Thank you, Sister Xie Xue, this time I finally have a light bulb."

Yang Haijun felt that these three guys were like family members, while he was a stranger.

After the meal, everyone praised Yang Haijun's shredded potatoes and scrambled eggs.

Yang Haijun has finished his noodles and now he wants to eat.

He is a northerner who doesn't like noodles and prefers rice.

But now, 62 years ago, there were no electric rice cookers. Electric rice cookers only appeared 63 years ago. In 1967, electric rice cookers were also imitated, but they were not perfect.

"Dad, we have a day off on Sunday. Let's set up a stove in front of my house. I'm about to vomit from eating noodles every day. I want to go eat."

Father Yang said, "Look at how proud you are. You can buy wheat flour for one yuan a pound. You are just a pauper in the countryside."

Sixth Miss: "Then I'll take a break tomorrow too, and then I'll set up a stove for you."

Yang Haijun did not refuse. After all, this matter had no meaning to him.

After dinner, Yang Haijun sent the sixth girl back home as usual.

Before leaving, he quietly took out two bottles of milk powder from his personal space, tore open the packaging of the cans, and stuffed them into his backpack.

The two walked hand in hand on the street.

The Sixth Girl not only took his arm, but also let him sit on his shoulders.

"Navy, I really hope it stays like this."

"Hey, stop imagining it."

Although both of them were talking nonsense, the road would eventually come to an end.

"Xiaoliu, this is your milk."

"I don't want it. You should save some for your uncle and sister. One of them is old and the other is still growing, so they definitely need to eat."

Yang Haijun: "Keep it. I won't treat them unfairly."

"I still have this."

The Sixth Girl still refused to accept it, which made her feel that Yang Haijun intended to keep a distance from her.

I just gave him a lamp and a piece of cloth, and he immediately bought me milk powder. Doesn't he intend to pay me back?

The two argued for a long time before Yang Haijun finally spoke up: "Take it, it's just two bottles of milk, not much money."

"Besides, how could I possibly come back? Shouldn't you let Mom and Dad have some wine?"

The Sixth Girl finally agreed.

Suddenly, a voice sounded in the Song family.

"Old lady, are you still there?"

"Then I won't bother you anymore." Yang Haijun said.

The door creaked open and Yang Haijun ran away.

As soon as Song's father opened the door, he saw Song Changwen.

"Then why don't you go back?"

"Could it be that Yang Haijun escaped?

"Yeah!" The sixth girl nodded shyly.

Father Song covered his wrinkled cheeks and muttered to himself, "Am I that scary?

"Miss, if he wants you to go back, tell him to stop running around and come to us," Wang Yao said.

The two walked in.

The sixth girl heard her seventh son chattering in her mother's ear, saying that Yang Haijun had become the captain of the restaurant and was also in charge of the kitchen.

Song's mother: "He is a welder, and he can cook, can he cook?"

Qizi: "Yes, I find it strange too. I got to know him well when we were at the factory together, but I never knew he had this skill."

Song's mother: "So, as the person in charge of this restaurant, he is also considered a civil servant?"

Song's father pushed the door open and walked in: "No, he is a clerk."

Song's mother comforted him, "Don't worry, he's still young, and there's every chance he'll get promoted in the future."

"That guy has everything going for him: tall and handsome, but he's just too lazy. Our seventh brother is already a second-stage worker, but he's still stuck where he is."