Fengcheng old events

Chapter 347
"Delicious, a bit like the sugar painting on the street."

"It's really well done, the thread is so thick and it's still going on."

"I also released it when it became popular, so why didn't it come out?" Wang Desheng asked strangely while eating.

"Your red is not boiled, it's the bottom of yours. The bottom of the paste has not yet melted, and the potatoes will turn into sand when they go in, not shredded."

"Is flipping sand also a dish?"

"Yes, peanuts and meat are made like that, with a layer of sugar sand on the surface."

Zhang Xinglong didn't eat, and sat on the side smoking a cigarette, then said: "Before it changed color, when it was the thickest, the sugar was white, and at that time it was turning sand. Old Wang is not even turning sand."

Wang Desheng smiled and stuffed a piece of something he made himself into his mouth: "It still tastes the same, it's sweet."

"Are you going to live here from now on?" Zhang Xinglong looked around the room and asked Wang Desheng.

"Well, I live in that private room. There is heating there, but it's cold outside. There is a folding bed there, the same as Miss Jin's."

Zhang Xinglong knew that the folding bed was less than one meter wide, with a hard frame of iron pipes on the four sides and a soft steel wire bed surface in the middle. Once a person lay on it, the entire middle was sunken, which was very uncomfortable.

If the thin one is okay, if the fat one sleeps that one is purely suffering.

However, this kind of bed is convenient. It can be folded up and taken away without taking up any space.

Wang Desheng and Xiao Lin Zhiying tidied up the kitchen, turned off the lights and locked the door, and went to the Cultural Palace.

The wind at night was already quite cold. It was October, and the withered and yellow leaves were blown everywhere, rustling against the ground.

At present, Nanjing North Street is lined with tall poplar trees on both sides of the road.

"Why does it feel like it's going to snow today?"

"Impossible, impossible to download so early."

"It's really cold, I have to wear a coat tomorrow."

"Let's run for a while, and it won't be cold after running. As for the chairman's portrait, whoever touches it first wins."

"I won't run, you guys run, I'll be your referee." Zhang Xinglong shook his head, he really didn't feel cold, mainly because he was strong enough.

"Win what?" Xiao Linzhi asked suspiciously with bright eyes.

"Are you still planning to win money?" Wang Desheng looked at him.

"Have you all found a place to practice?" Zhang Xinglong asked.

"I don't plan to look for it anymore, and I can't do it for a few days. I don't want to pay me what I can do. I might as well go home and find a small shop in front of my house to practice. It's close to home. There's nothing wrong here. spend money."

Xinmin's Gao Xiaohu gathered up the self-written papers.

"I found it, the Golden Triangle. Several people in our class are there. He is short of people." Xiao Lin Zhiying said with a smile.

"Will you give me money?"

"Here, five hundred a month, eight hundred if you can do fine work, I think I can do it."

"Can't you control it?"

"Don't worry, I just set up a chair to sleep by myself, there is no bed."

"Then you plan to stay in Shenyang in the future?"

"If you can earn money, you can keep it, and you can't earn it when you go home. Our big job is only a few hundred yuan, and we only have a thousand yuan left for a month when we open a small shop. There is nothing here. Big restaurants have high wages.”

"Where is your home? Why are there so few?"

"It's quite a lot. Luo Qinghe's house is similar. I heard him say that if you open a restaurant for a month and get rid of everything, you'll only have 1000 and [-]. Sometimes it's not enough."

"Yes, I still have to go to the city now. It's easy to earn money here in Shenyang, but it's not good in rural areas. There is no way to get money."

Less than two kilometers away, several people strolled to the Cultural Palace while talking.

The door is locked.The door is locked at eight or nine o'clock in the evening, and the old man doesn't want to talk to you if you call for a long time to beat you. Even if you come out and open it for you, you will go to the principal to complain the next day.

People from the restaurant don’t go this way. They have their own back door, which goes directly from the basement kitchen to the side of the road.

Fortunately, several people had experience. They walked around to the other side of the Cultural Palace, climbed along the telephone poles to the Yudeng on the first floor, and then walked around the Yudeng to the dormitory side, knocking on the windows to let the people inside open the windows and climb in.

It was not cold when we first came here, so everyone often went out to play and go shopping like this at night.Zhang Xinglong still doesn't know who discovered this shortcut first, just follow along.

There were not many people in the dormitory, there were still a dozen or so people in total, most of them went home, and a few moved out to find work.

Everyone sat at the edge of the two rows of tables in the middle of the room, smoking and watching others play poker.Most people are reluctant to win money, just to watch the fun.

What he played was Fallhouse, at the end of [-] cents, he could turn it into more than ten or twenty yuan, and Zhang Xinglong followed him twice.

After the poker game, everyone came out to the bathroom to wash and sleep with basins. The starry lights of the store outside lit up the surroundings. You can see things clearly without turning on the lights in the house. Fortunately, there are few cars at this moment. It's not noisy.

……

The next day, Zhang Xinglong moved his luggage to Jiuge City, and he started working part-time.

The content of the work is everything.

Shredded shallots and ginger, minced garlic, chopped green onion and ginger, and shredded potatoes.A large aluminum pot with a diameter of one meter needs to be cut for potato chips alone.

Of course, he didn't cut it alone, even if he was exhausted, he couldn't cut it out.

I was slapped in the face on the first day, and the shredded green onions were unqualified and thrown away. It hurt my self-esteem, but I couldn't say anything, so I cut it again.

Not only to cut well, but also to have speed.

After a few days, the backs of the fingers on my left hand were blistered, and they were wrapped with cloth strips to cut.Holding a knife in the right hand is not much better, the tiger's mouth is red and painful.

There is no possibility of laziness in this line of work, it is the only way to practice hard.

After more than a week, the other three practitioners who came at the same time as Zhang Xinglong were fired twice.

Unruly and disobedient.

A few of them are handymen. They have never done this before, so they can only start from the bottom.

There is a machine in the kitchen for crushing garlic and ginger, but onions are not allowed here.

As a result, one student did not believe in evil, saying that chopping chopped green onions is too slow, and it must be faster with this method.The meal is to allow them to participate in cutting vegetables.

Onions are water-based, and they melted as soon as they were put into the machine and turned into snot-like mud, which was useless for anything.And the machine is full of a strange smell, even garlic and ginger can't be beaten with it.

The other one is quite obedient, and his hands and feet are diligent, but he is a bit reckless.

The big tendon pot was sitting on the edge of the waterway on the ground to cool down. He poured out a big pot full of cooked oil, and even cleaned the pot to give credit to the head chef. The head chef almost went crazy.A large pot with a mouth of one meter, full of oil, how much is it?
So they were honorably laid off.

It was also their bad luck. Someone soaked a stinky sock in the chef's usual drinking glass that morning. It was the kind that hadn't been washed after wearing it.

(End of this chapter)