National Tide 1980.

Chapter 125 Ruixue

On February 1981, 2, New Year's Eve finally came.

On this day, when the common people in the capital woke up in the morning, they generally found that the ceiling was illuminated by the reflection of heavy snow.

Dare to love God, Ying Jinger, it started snowing last night, and it was getting bigger and bigger.

Although I still have to go to work today, after all, for most people, this is the last day before the long holiday.

The important thing is that in this way, the taste of the new year will be more full.

Coupled with the sporadic sound of firecrackers, joy and auspiciousness filled everyone's hearts at once.

So even though it was snowing heavily, the weather was cold and the roads were slippery.

People who go to work are all in a good mood. As long as they see acquaintances on the street, they all say something to each other beamingly.

"Happy snow, auspicious snow heralds a good year!"

This is the same for Ning Weimin.

When he rode his bicycle into the alley, he saw the neighbors in this alley, and he kept talking.

The left sentence is "Aunt Zhang, please slow down, the road is slippery, be careful".

Another sentence, "Brother Li, are you going to work? There is ice at the entrance of the alley, so be careful."

The only difference is that others are on work, he is off work, who made him get off work on the big night shift.

But to be honest, his night shift was worth it.

Even if he had to go to the work unit to be on duty tonight, on the surface it seemed that he couldn't even spend New Year's Eve at home, which seemed miserable.

But in fact it is not the case at all.

Because the hotel industry is getting lighter and lighter as the year comes to an end.

Once the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month passed, there were not many guests staying at the Chongwenmen Hotel.

Well, apart from the fact that the Bianyifang restaurant is still booming, the catering department can't slack off, and the logistics department still has a lot of things to do.

For the other departments of the Chongbunmen Hotel, it was almost like an early vacation.

Where is there any work!

In addition to holding meetings and writing year-end summaries, most employees go to work, drinking tea, chatting, and eating melon seeds.

Leaders don't care when they see them, and employees don't even need a leave note when they ask for leave.

No matter who it is, as long as they talk to the team leader or deputy team leader who has a good relationship with them, they can go about their own family affairs with peace of mind.

Who would be called an idiot if he didn't take his compensatory leave early and stayed until now.

Especially for Ning Weimin and Zhang Shihui.

Now, not only can I be free, but I can seek "benefits" for myself outside, and I don't need to take turns going to the guest room to rest even if I work the night shift.

Every day, we can blatantly leave the post and go to sleep together.

As long as one of the two shows up when the shift is handed over, it will be fine.

Hey, where in the world can you find a nice and affordable job like this?

In other words, it is really impossible to bring it to the table for discussion.

Otherwise, the title of "Emperor of Migrant Workers" would not be on the forehead of that surnamed Tang in the future.

So just because this class is nourishing, at [-]:[-] this morning, Ning Weimin, who had slept and had breakfast, pushed his bicycle into the yard without any sign of fatigue.

On the contrary, seeing the snowflakes drifting down from the sky, covering the roof, eaves, toon trees, small houses, and coal piles of the entire courtyard in a single piece of snow, he is very poetic.

Leaning the car against the outer wall of the small kitchen and locking the car, he recited aloud with emotion.

"Yanshan snowflakes are as big as a mat, falling in my courtyard. The sky is white and the trees are white. Today I want to eat stewed chicken..."

However, his expression of emotion was not beautiful for a long time.

Because as soon as the voice fell, within two seconds, there was a lot of anger from the room.

Dare to love Kang Shude, he bowed to hold the fire in the room.

Hearing his poem in the room, the old man held the fire chopsticks in his hand and taught him a lesson through the glass.

"Stinky boy, it's okay, you, it's snowing, don't play virtue in the courtyard."

"Is this also called poetry? The first sentence is a copy of Li Bai, the second sentence is a blunt vernacular, the third sentence is plagiarized Zhang Dayou, and the last sentence is your own true temperament, but you still haven't left to eat." .You are really promising."

"It's not me talking about you, it's just your crooked poem, which is exactly the same as Zhang Zongchang. It can be seen that you are just a dog-meat general."

To say this is really a run on people.

Fortunately, Ning Weimin didn't care at all.

Because the father and son are used to teasing and coughing like this, such teasing is frequent.

Ning Weimin curled his lips indifferently.

I took down two aluminum lunch boxes from the back seat of the car, opened the door and entered the house, which seemed plausible.

"Old man, it's biased for you to say that. To be honest, in my opinion, Zhang Zongchang is much more honest than those 'Zi Yue'."

"Let's just talk about their "Song of Snow". Things fly in the sky, piled here and there. Could it be that the Jade Emperor built a golden palace and sifted lime? This poem is so simple and easy to understand, it's quite interesting. Graphical, can you say it’s not visual? So General Dog Meat is also a bit talented, and I love his poems.”

"Besides, what's the matter if you love to eat? This is useless? Besides, you are the real expert in this field."

Ning Weimin chuckled, rather conceited, and continued talking like a string of beads.

"You don't forget what you told me?"

"What about the boiled mutton from Zhengyang Building, the braised duck from Bianyifang, the roasted steamed buns from Tongheju, the mullet eggs from Dongxing Building, and the braised duck strips from Zhimeizhai."

"Small places like Zaowen's rotten pork noodles, Mujiazhai's fried pimples, Jinjialou's fried belly soup, all fried triangles in one place."

"So that Yueshengzhai's sauced mutton, Liubiju's pickles, Wang Zhihe's stinky tofu, Xinyuanzhai's sour plum soup, Sanmiaotang's Hewan cheese, Endeyuan's buns, Shaguoju's white meat, Xinghuachun The flower carvings..."

"As for these famous foods in the capital, if you hadn't told me, how would I know so much? For these places, you patted your chest to guarantee the ticket. You said that there was no shopkeeper you were not familiar with back then, and there was no one You don’t know about the person in charge of the stove, the waiter, and the person at the counter.”

"But what's the matter? You are still full of knowledge, so you still want to be my master. If I really want to be worthless, I can only rely on you. As the saying goes, what kind of master teaches you What kind of apprentice is here? Is it reasonable?"

When he said this, Kang Shude couldn't laugh or cry, he just gestured with fire chopsticks and stared.

"Good boy, are you waiting for me here? Are you trying to block my mouth with my words? Why do you use all your cleverness here!"

But Ning Weimin still has a backup.

He had another laugh, and quickly put the two lunch boxes he brought into the house on the table and opened them.

That was all flamboyant seduction.

"Don't be angry, old man, look at my filial piety. Three taels of pork and green onion buns, a big bowl of fried liver from Tianxingju, specially brought back for you... Or, let's talk about how I can be successful It's something. Don't eat this sooner?"

Watching the steamed stuffed bun steaming.

The smell of fried liver is still in the nose.

How can Kang Shude, who makes some jasmine tea to wash his intestines in the morning, be able to bear it?

"Bah! Don't eat it? Don't eat that trashy thing, it will get cold after a while."

The old man smacked his lips and sat down beside the table of eight immortals with a big grin.

But as soon as he showed a satisfied expression, he slapped Ning Weimin on the table with lingering anger.

"I said you have a bit of eyesight, okay? Why are you stupid, you don't want to eat my fire chopsticks, so bring me wooden chopsticks..."

"Alright, you wait."

Watching Ning Weimin running to open the cupboard.

Kang Shude leaned over and smelled the steamed stuffed bun, the smell of scallion and meat made him feel better.

"Well, the taste is okay..."

Then I added another sentence.

"I said get me some more vinegar in the bowl, otherwise I won't have your stewed chicken tonight..."

(End of this chapter)