Free Days in Siheyuan

Chapter 1173 Change things

Placing the can on the counter, the waiter explained, "This is the sauce my grandfather made. It's very laborious to make, but it's delicious. It's perfect whether you cook noodles or put it in steamed buns.

I had to persuade my grandfather to give me a bottle, but..."

The waiter continued talking, just keeping his eyes on Zhang Yu's backpack.

Zhang Yu was also very tactful and took out the two kilograms of brown sugar and handed it to the waiter.

The waiter pushed the bottle towards Zhang Yu with a happy look on his face, and then quickly stuffed the two kilograms of brown sugar under the cabinet.

The waiter seemed a little embarrassed and opened his mouth to explain, "My sister just gave birth to a baby two days ago. My family wanted to buy some brown sugar for her to nourish her body since before she gave birth, but they never found it. The supply and marketing cooperative finally sold brown sugar once, but it was sold out before we even got there."

Listening to this familiar reason, Zhang Yu inexplicably thought of the old lady who bought red dates at the market.

Is it a coincidence or are they really a family?

However, Zhang Yu had no intention of investigating further.

He picked up the bottle of sauce and looked at it. Even with the lid on, he could still smell the fragrance from the little bit of oil that overflowed from the mouth of the bottle.

The can is not small, it should be the kind that can hold one kilogram.

Looking at Zhang Yu's gaze, the waiter continued to explain: "Don't underestimate this sauce. It contains a lot of oil and meat."

What this means is that it is worth exchanging two kilograms of brown sugar for this bottle of canned food.

Zhang Yu nodded, it was indeed worth it.

Seeing this, the waiter breathed a sigh of relief.

Although she used a lot of good things when making the sauce, overall, she still got a good deal by exchanging one can of sauce for two kilograms of brown sugar. She was still worried that Zhang Yu would not agree.

But in Zhang Yu's opinion, it was just the opposite. Two kilograms of brown sugar were worth more than one yuan at most, but compared with this jar of sauce, it was nothing.

Both parties were happy with this transaction.

The waiter looked around and saw that no customers had come yet, so he lowered his voice and said, "If you want to change the sauce in the future, you can come to me."

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhang Yu's eyes lit up and he directly asked the other party what he wanted. If he could get it, he would bring it next time.

For Zhang Yu, who had died once, satisfying his appetite was the top priority, apart from his family.

The waiter's eyes were also surprisingly bright: "Okay! I want a piece of Dacron cloth, can you get it?"

After that, he seemed to feel that his request was a bit excessive, and changed his words: "If you don't have it, forget it, other things are fine."

"I'll give it a try." Zhang Yu didn't say anything definite.

But even so, the waiter was so happy that he almost jumped up.

Her older brother was a company commander in a military unit in Tianjin. He mailed her a piece of Dacron fabric some time ago.

The young lady asked someone to make a shirt out of the cloth. The waiter went to see it specially. The shirt was very straight, the color was beautiful, it felt smooth to the touch, and it did not fade.

In short, she was extremely envious.

She acted like a spoiled brat in front of her grandparents for several days before they agreed to buy her a piece of Dacron cloth.

But in their small place, let alone Dacron cloth, even ordinary cloth will be sold out very quickly once it is put into stock, and you can’t get it unless you run quickly.

At this moment, Zhang Yu was no longer a handsome man who made her blush and her heart beat faster, but a new piece of clothing that she was about to get. "Come over again sometime, I'll ask my grandfather to make more sauce," the waiter said excitedly.

"I have to wait a few days, right? Dacron fabric is not easy to handle, and I have to find someone to help me."

Zhang Yu planned to store a few more bottles of sauce. There was a warehouse in the secret space anyway, and the sauce would not go bad if stored there.

The waiter nodded in understanding.

The waiter was so happy that he finally got the Dacron fabric he had been longing for for a long time. He hummed a little tune and ran to the kitchen to serve food for Zhang Yu.

Two minutes later, Zhang Yu took two heavy lunch boxes from the other party.

The waiter whispered, "I specially served you pure pork belly."

State-owned restaurants have daily quotas and can buy meat directly from slaughterhouses.

But this does not mean that all braised pork is made with pork belly.

Zhang Yu vaguely remembered that the large white pigs that could grow two to three hundred kilograms or three to five hundred kilograms a year were only introduced after the 70s.

He didn't know whether he remembered it correctly, nor did he know what the situation was like in other places now. Anyway, the pigs raised by everyone in Grandpa Xie's place were still the old breeds of black pigs or spotted pigs.

And because of the reasons in the past two years, among so many households in the brigade, only seven or eight well-off ones can afford to raise pigs.

After raising it for a whole year, the best weight it can grow is at most 200 kilograms, and that's if you're willing to feed it some sweet potatoes.

But most of them are only around 150 to 180 pounds.

Some people feed their pigs a mixture of wild vegetables and bran, in which the amount of bran is very small. Pigs fed in this way will weigh at most a hundred pounds after a year, and will be as thin as people today, with only skin and bones left.

There is only so much pork belly on a pig, so it is inevitable that some meat from other places will be mixed into the braised pork stewed in many places.

But if we talk about the tastiest braised pork, it has to be pure pork belly, and everyone knows that.

Zhang Yu put the two lunch boxes into his backpack and left the state-owned restaurant.

What he didn't hear was that as soon as he left, an angry voice came from the kitchen: "Where are my sauce and braised pork?"

Being a chef in a state-owned restaurant comes with many hidden benefits.

Needless to say, every time the restaurant purchases something good, the chef will keep a portion for himself.

Of course, he will definitely not give less money than he deserves and will never leave it unreserved.

But this doesn’t mean there are no benefits. As a chef, no one will say anything if you choose better parts when making your own dishes.

He specially picked out pure pork belly for himself for today's braised pork, but he just went to the toilet, and not only was the pork belly she had reserved for him gone, but the sauce she had worked so hard to make was also gone.

The waiter opened the curtain and shouted unhappily to the back: "Grandpa, what are you shouting about?"

The chef narrowed his eyes, and a sharp look flashed in his eyes: "Did you take my sauce and braised pork?"

"I took it, what else can you do?" The waitress was not afraid at all. Her grandfather was just a paper tiger in front of their two granddaughters.

"Someone wanted to pack up some braised pork just now, so I gave him the one you had on the stove." The waiter didn't know how to be tactful and said bluntly.

"No, I've already cooked the braised pork for today, you can just give him a portion from the big pot, why do you have to give him the portion I left for him?"