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Chapter 159 A bowl of mixed noodles
When Song Ci woke up the next morning, Shen Xi was already busy in the study.

During this period of time, he studied briefly, so he fried eggs for everyone in the morning.

Song Ci looked at him and said with a smile: "Not bad, your cooking skills seem to have really improved, and this egg looks good!"

Shen Xi scratched her head in embarrassment and said, "Compared with your craftsmanship, it's a world of difference."

Everyone had breakfast together and then parted ways.

Song Ci came to an old community nearly 10 kilometers away from the recording location.

A tall and thin young man was already waiting for him here.

This kid is wearing a black coat, and his lower body is a pair of jeans that have turned white after washing for countless times.

Song Ci went up and shook hands with the young man named Sun Shi: "Today I will follow you to work, if there is anything I don't understand, you must teach me!"

Sun Shi is only 22 years old this year.

I don't have any education, so I can only make money by selling my strength here to move wooden boards.

The camera was facing him, so he looked very shy: "There is nothing special to pay attention to, just watch me do it later, don't bump into it! Because the stairs here are very narrow, especially We have to be careful where we turn."

So Song Ci looked at the young man, picked up the wooden plank more than one meter wide and three meters long in front of him, stacked the three on his back, and stretched his hands straight.

At this time, the young man had already taken off his coat, revealing a thin long sleeve.

Song Ci originally wanted to ask this kid if it was cold in just wearing a shirt like this.

But after thinking about it later, he would definitely be sweating, so he didn't ask.

Although it looks like there are only 5 floors, it took Sun Shi 1 minutes to climb from the first floor to the fifth floor carrying this board.

After this trip, fine sweat dripped from his head.

Seeing this, Song Ci felt that this job was really difficult to do.

So on the second trip, Sun Shi still moved three boards, while Song Ci... With his current novice strength, he could only move one.

The length and size of the boards are beyond the normal size of this staircase.

Therefore, we must always pay attention to the angle to be able to transport the board up.

The whole process of carrying requires half-bending and straight hands, which is a very big test for the physical strength of the whole person.

When Song Ci moved this board up, Sun Shi had already been waiting for him here, and at this time Song Ci was already out of breath.

"It's really tiring to move like this." Song Ci complained.

The young man smiled helplessly and said: "There is no way. Most people can't handle this kind of physical work."

It's only been two trips, and Sun Shi's clothes are already water-stained, all because of his sweat.

Song Ci quickly took off his coat.

Rushi moved up and down with Sun Shi seven or eight times.

From 8:30 in the morning until 11:30,.

Song Ci and Sun Shi finally completed this business trip.

The two sat downstairs, panting and crazily wiping sweat.

Song Ci asked the staff to buy two bottles of water, handed Sun Shi one bottle, and both of them drank it.

"Just moving up and down like this, how much money can you earn in total with so many boards?" Song Ci asked.

Sun Shi's body was covered with sweat, and he looked at the camera in front of him in a dazed manner while gulping down water, and said, "Today's order can earn 600 yuan."

Song Ci nodded and said, "That's still possible."

Sun Shi also said very seriously: "This is a job that relies purely on physical strength, and generally it is not as big as today's list."

Song Ci patted Sun Shi on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner at noon."

Sun Shi glanced at Song Ci, hesitated for a while, and then glanced at the camera lens, then nodded in agreement.

But before that, Song Ci took two pieces of clothes from the staff.

He changed the sweat-soaked clothes he was wearing now.

At the same time, he handed one of the clothes to Sun Shi, and told him to do it quickly.

At noon Song Ci found a stir-fry restaurant and invited Sun Shi to eat.

And Song Ci didn't ask for the half-day salary for moving the planks today, and gave it all to Sun Shi.

After 2 o'clock in the afternoon, Song Ci finished recording his work and returned to the homestay.

Then, because he was really tired, he took a shower and fell asleep.

It was almost 7:00 in the evening when I woke up.

The others also came back separately.

Everyone was already talking and laughing in the kitchen.

As soon as Song Ci came out, seeing Gu Jinghong cooking with an apron on, he said in surprise and joy:

"What day is it today? Sister Jinghong is actually cooking herself! Let me see what you are frying, chili fried pork? Not bad, this one looks delicious, delicious, really good."

While turning the shovel, Gu Jinghong said to Song Ci: "We saw that you slept so soundly when you came back, it must be because you were tired from carrying things in the morning, so we made it for you together."

Li Siyu also nodded obediently.

She is going to make two dishes tonight, one is fried shredded potatoes and the other is fried tomatoes and eggs.

These two dishes are what she has practiced many times.

Especially potato shreds, she felt that her skill in cutting potato shreds had reached perfection.

So she took out the shredded potatoes she had cut, placed them in front of Song Ci like a treasure, and said cheerfully: "Brother! Look at the shredded potatoes I cut!"

Song Ci glanced at it and saw that the shredded potatoes this girl cut were indeed very good.

So she gave her a thumbs up and said: "It's amazing, it's almost at the level of a five-star chef."

Hearing Song Ci praise herself so much, Li Siyu suddenly showed a shy but polite smile.

Song Hongdou is also making ribs on the side.

She said she would make sweet and sour pork ribs for everyone to eat.

But Song Ci saw what she was doing now, if he really made this dish completely, it might not be very tasty, so he hurried up to direct it.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere here became extremely harmonious.

After half an hour.

Everyone gathered around the table, and while eating, they complained about the shortcomings of the work they did during the day.

Both Song Ci and Shen Xi worked hard for a long time today.

So nothing to complain about.

However, Shen Xi looked at everyone very seriously and said something meaningful:
"Do you know? I went to move bricks today. I moved from 8:30 am to 4:30 pm. I was completely confused. I didn't know how many bricks I moved, but the boss told me My salary is only 237 yuan, I'm so stupid, I usually order more than that for a takeaway! I can only say that it is really not easy for everyone to make money."

The kid scratched his head as he spoke, a look of soberness seemed to flash in his eyes.

Song Ci looked at him and nodded.

After the meal everyone had eaten, they naturally gathered together.

Now it's Song Ci's storytelling time again.

Seeing that everyone has already moved the small bench and is waiting for Song Ci to feed him.

Song Ci cheerfully said to everyone: "Everyone is tired during the day, so let me tell a short story. The name of this story is a bowl of fried noodles."

Hearing this name, Tang Shi burst out laughing, with a mocking expression on his face: "Song Ci, I think you really have the talent to be a storyteller, hehe!"

Song Hongdou rolled her eyes, and then said nonchalantly: "The miscellaneous sauce noodles made by Song Ci are quite delicious, have you tried them?"

Gu Jinghong glanced at Song Hongdou, then straightened up.

She was holding her left knee with both hands, but now she put it down directly, her eyes became sharper: "Indeed... Song Ci's Zhajiang noodles are really delicious."

Li Siyu also nodded, saying that he had also eaten fried noodles made by Song Ci.

Seeing that everyone had eaten the fried noodles made by Song Ci, Song Hongdou was quite speechless, so he could only show a polite smile.

Shen Xi and Lin He had never eaten Song Ci's Zha Jiang Noodles, so they shouted to see if Song Ci had a chance to make a bowl of Zha Jiang Noodles for everyone tomorrow morning.

Of course, Song Ci fully agreed.

The story Song Ci wants to tell is "A Bowl of Yangchun Noodles" written by the Japanese author Li Liangping.

However, Song Ci has done some small Sinicization.

……

……

On New Year's Eve, in a corner of Western Capital, there is a husband and wife noodle shop.

When it was about to close, three mothers and sons were ushered in, but the three of them only wanted a bowl of miso noodles.

The boss couple did not discriminate against them, but received them warmly and treated them with great respect.

"Boss, how much is it?"

"Ten dollars."

On the second year's New Year's Eve, they came again.

From their conversation, the boss and his wife learned that the reason why the mother worked so hard to save money was to save money to pay off the huge debts her husband owed during his lifetime.

Every New Year's Eve, the boss and his wife would leave that happy table waiting for their arrival.

But it was not until 14 years later that the family came to Xidu again.

The mother's eldest son told the boss that it was the bowl of noodles that supported them spiritually.

They later paid off their debts and survived some of the toughest times in their lives.

When he finally left, Zhang Zi asked the boss how much the noodles were.

The boss still said with a smile, ten yuan.

……

……

It took Song Ci about 10 minutes to tell everyone a small and warm story, and several people at the scene were all moved.

Tang Shi showed an obsessed look, and she murmured:

"Actually, I have thought many times before that I will open a small restaurant after I retire. I don't need to make any money. I just open it there every day, especially from 8:00 to 12:00 in the evening. The passing guests prepare what they want to eat, and watching everyone come and go, I feel that this is the fireworks in the world."

Gu Jinghong said: "Your story is so graphic. It feels like it could be made into a short play. It will definitely be welcomed by everyone."

Song Hongdou rubbed her somewhat red eyes and said with emotion:

"Such small stories can always touch people's hearts. I was very moved when I heard this story. Thank you Song Ci. I feel that I will sleep with warmth tonight."

Lin He also seemed more emotional at this time. She was even moved to tears by Song Ci's little story.

She took out a tissue and wiped the corners of her eyes, then sobbed a bit, and then said: "Although this story is very simple, but I don't know why, I was very moved when I heard it, really moved."

It was almost 11 o'clock in the evening at this moment, because I promised everyone that I would make fried noodles for everyone tomorrow morning, so Song Ci greeted everyone to rest.

And he came to the kitchen, kneaded a dough, and made hand-rolled noodles tomorrow morning.

Li Siyu put on a mask, held a thermos cup, and stood obediently in front of him, watching Song Ci knead the dough.

She didn't speak, she just watched quietly.

Song Ci was like a nagging old man, telling Li Siyu some techniques for kneading dough.

Li Siyu nodded and listened seriously.

This scene fell into the eyes of Li Weicai and others in the monitoring room. Everyone's eyes showed aunt smiles, and they just felt that the scene in front of them looked really beautiful.

Tang Shi also walked out wearing a cute cartoon pajamas. When she saw Song Ci rubbing her face hard, she volunteered and said that she wanted to rub it too.

So Song Ci gave her a white dough.

This surface has been kneaded almost by Song Zi, so Tang Shi still has no difficulty in operating it.

"Damn it! It hurts my wrist when I rub it, but it's worth it now when I think of delicious food tomorrow morning!" Tang Shi said with a smile, revealing a row of white and flawless teeth.

"It's almost done, put the noodles here, let it wake up overnight, and it will be ready tomorrow morning." Song Ci put the white and clean noodles in the basin, and then covered it with plastic wrap.

On the second morning, Song Ci woke up early. Before everyone got up, he kneaded the ball of dough and started to make noodles by hand.

Shen Xi was the second to get up.

Song Ci asked the boy to take out the meat from the refrigerator and cut it into small cubes, and fry it with fried sauce.

After half an hour, Song Ci cut the noodles and started frying the fried sauce at the same time.

A strong aroma rang out in the entire kitchen, and the other women also got up one after another.

Lin He happily stood in front of Song Ci and said, "Although I have praised you many times, I still want to say that it is really a pleasure to eat under Teacher Song Ci. Who would marry you?" , you will be blessed for the rest of your life!"

Hearing what Lin He said, Tang Shi, Song Hongdou, Gu Jinghong, and Li Siyu all had different expressions, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

Not long after, Song Ci fried the fried sauce and started cooking the noodles.

Then everyone happily finished eating the noodles made by Song Ci.

Naturally, there is no need to elaborate on the taste of enjoyment.

During the day today, everyone will mainly carry out the rehearsal work for the concert.

In the evening, everyone will go to the biggest electronics factory in the area, 5 kilometers away from the recording homestay, to sing.

(End of this chapter)