Return to the era: starting from the state-owned hotel

Chapter 110 Dad’s private ways
Now Su Qingfeng finally knew that Su Siwei was secretly doing other things besides doing business.

But he couldn't help but be a little confused, "Dad, why did you think of helping them?"

Speaking of this, Su Siwei had a faint look of contentment on his face, "Back then, the financial situation was not good, and the family was really short of food and clothing, not to mention having to provide for Deng Xiaoya."

"So based on this alone, we have to admit that your uncle and second uncle helped in this. But I always think, if this continues, how can we keep dragging down the whole family."

"So later on, I got to know those people in the bullpen. Qingfeng, don't think these people are inconspicuous now, but my father's eyes can be said to have never missed them."

"As a scholar says, times make heroes. Maybe when a big wave turns over, these people will become big shots."

To be honest, if Su Qingfeng hadn't always been in contact with Su Siwei, he would have even thought that his father was the time traveler.

With this kind of eyesight, let alone Sujia Village, even the people in the entire town are not as vicious as Su Siwei.

But another doubt arose in him, "Dad, how have you helped them all these years? You know, the conditions of our family at that time were not very good."

Su Siwei smiled and whispered, "A cunning rabbit can still burrow three times, not to mention humans. They will always leave some good things on them. I will keep some, sell some, make a profit, and keep them alive." If we go on and maintain a good relationship, do you think my deal is worth it?"

Speaking of which, this was the first time Su Qingfeng heard his father talk about his business.

He looked at his father's jade ring finger that was exposed without any trace, and was convinced.

His father is still a teenager when he returns.

Just two words - bold!
Sujia Village.

bullpen.

There are two shabby rooms in total, one is occupied by a couple, one is Song Jinxiu, a young lady known as the bourgeoisie, and the other is Zhou Sheng, a top medical student who has returned from studying abroad.

In another dilapidated room were two grown men. One was Professor Tang, a mechanical expert. It was said that he used to teach at Beijing University and was a very respected old professor.

But after being sent down here for so many years, working hard every day, not eating enough and sleeping well, no matter how high-spirited I was, my spirit was gone.

As for the other one, he is the one with the best psychological adjustment among these people.

His name is Lin Duanyang. He used to run a restaurant and was a famous local Shandong cuisine chef. At that time, he made acquaintances with many dignitaries just based on his cooking skills.

When Lin Duanyang started his business, he also started working as a waiter, serving dishes, and chopping vegetables. He also suffered a lot of looks down his face.

When he became a master, he was reported by a disciple and was transferred to the cowshed.

It's just that he has some ways in hand. Even if it is decentralized, it can still be decentralized to a place like Northeast, which is pretty good.

Xu Shi has experienced ups and downs in the first half of his life. With the idea that one more day is worth living, Lin Duanyang is the most frank and happy one among all people.

After Su Qingfeng listened to his father's introduction, the two of them almost arrived in front of the bullpen.

Because they took another path, no one in the village, coupled with the wind and snow at night, could find them.

Before entering the cowshed, Su Qingfeng heard a violent cough coming from one of the broken rooms.

Su Siwei took a step forward and made some noise. The sound inside quickly stopped, and then there was a burst of soft footsteps.

The person who opened the door was a man with some vicissitudes of life. His clothes were so dark that the color could not be seen, but his temperament still had the feeling of a gentle scholar.

When he saw Su Siwei, his face fluctuated slightly, and a bright light flashed in his numb eyes, "Have you found... the medicine?"

Su Siwei nodded, "Go in and talk."

Quite impressive.

Su Qingfeng followed behind him.

Just when he walked into the bullpen, Zhou Sheng suddenly noticed Su Qingfeng.

There's nothing I can do, it's dark outside now, and if there wasn't still some moonlight, I wouldn't be able to see anything.

In addition, Su Qingfeng had been standing in the shadows without making a sound. It was normal for him to ignore Su Qingfeng's existence without deliberately observing him.

When Zhou Sheng saw the stranger, he just looked at Su Siwei.

He knew Su Siwei's character and would not bring a stranger over so rashly.

As expected, Su Siwei patted Zhou Sheng's hand and said with a smile, "My son, don't worry. Sometimes this kid is more reliable than me."

Zhou Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his guard slightly, and turned to look at Su Qingfeng with curious eyes.

After all, Su Qingfeng can be considered a celebrity in Sujia Village.

Even they would occasionally hear it from villagers passing by.

Walking to the bullpen, Su Qingfeng frowned first.

In this place where there is air leakage, in the middle of winter, the kang is not burning, and I don't have thick clothes. I am lucky to be able to survive until now, with only a cough. To put it bluntly, I am lucky.

Huh?
wrong.

Maybe he has a share of credit for this.

Su Qingfeng saw the mattress above.

This tattered appearance was the result of him spending points to modify the originally good quilt into this appearance.

When he turned his head, he saw a thin figure coming in from outside the house.

The visitor was none other than Lin Duanyang.

In his hand, he also held a bowl of rice soup, but the rice soup was very thin. To put it more exaggeratedly, you could count how many grains of rice there were in the rice soup.

As he walked in, the person who spoke said with a smile: "Come on, come on, it's New Year's Day, let's have something good to eat. Let's agree first, the conditions are limited, don't think about the delicacies of the past, drink. Just order some rice soup to satisfy your craving."

Just as he was talking, Su Qingfeng's eyes collided with Lin Duanyang's in the air.

The bowl in Lin Duanyang's hand shook and he almost spilled the rice soup. He was a little shocked: "Little comrade, why are you here?"

Now it was Su Siwei's turn to be confused.

No.

His son seems to be honest, how come he has never been in contact with Lao Lin and his gang?

Could it be that……

Like himself, he has a forward-looking vision and believes that these people can invest?

Thinking of this, Su Siwei became happy.

As expected of him!

The vision and brains of both father and son are equally outstanding!

He hesitated a little, but did not forget to do his business.

"I sold the things you gave me. Of course, you know the commission. We have been cooperating for so long, so I won't say more."

Everyone in the bullpen knows this.

Over the years, although they have hidden good things in their bodies, due to being in the bullpen, they have no place to take action.

If it weren't for Su Siwei's approach, I'm afraid they would have turned into a pile of loess by now.

Even if Su Siwei wanted to smoke something, they would completely understand.

It's for no reason and there's no benefit. Why would you let someone take such a big risk to do things for you?

In other words, if Su Siwei really didn't want anything, that would be called terrible.

Zhou Sheng didn't pay attention to the money tickets, but asked anxiously: "The medicine... have you bought it?"

Su Siwei was silent for a while, and just when everyone's hearts dropped, he nodded, "I almost didn't buy it. But I bought a box because of my connections. You can make do with it."

Su Siwei and Su Qingfeng are worthy of being father and son.Even the tone of voice is the same.

What does "make do" mean?

This box of medicine is a timely help for them.

When he got the medicine in his hand, the anxious look on Zhou Sheng's face slowly faded.

Su Siwei looked around and finally stopped at the bowl of rice soup.

He winked at Su Qingfeng, who immediately understood and carried the sack in.

After being carried in, everyone in the bullpen took a deep breath.

They are all scholars. Although they have been sent to the countryside for so many years, they have also done a lot of farm work.

But it was precisely because of this that they were surprised by Su Qingfeng's strange power.

Su Qingfeng actually carried such a big bag of heavy things in without blushing or breathing?
But before they could think about it, Su Qingfeng put down the sack.

Untying the rope tied to it, I saw several scattered small bags inside, a bag of millet, a bag of old rice, a bag of corn and a bag of flour. The flour was still a little yellow, but these were only a small part.

What really accounts for the most is the sweet potato, which makes people feel sick to their stomachs just by looking at it.

But even so, these things are precious life-saving food for them.

Su Qingfeng rummaged through the bottom, and there were some vegetables. He could tell that they had been hidden in the cellar for a long time, and he didn't know which family was short of money and sold them all.

What surprised him most was that in addition to these, the sack also contained a few wild eggs and old pumpkins.

It looked like this pumpkin had been there for a long time. Judging from Su Qingfeng's experience, this pumpkin must be sweet and glutinous.

But he still couldn't help but recall the chestnut pumpkin he loved to eat in his previous life.

When he cooks chestnut pumpkin, he likes to steam it without putting anything in it. It is fragrant and glutinous.

It's just that chestnut pumpkin is an imported variety. In 1972, I'm afraid there was no such "imported product" at all.

Another glance.

Too bad there is no pork.

But this is normal.

In this day and age, I don’t even have much pork to eat, let alone sell it on the black market, unless it’s game from the mountains.

When thinking about the mountains, Su Qingfeng suddenly remembered that while there were still some days left during the holiday, it would be better to go up the mountains a few times with his strengthened physique. He didn't dare to think about wild boars. Occasionally catching a pheasant and hare and eating meat would not be bad. .

When he came back to his senses, he saw that Su Qingfeng seemed to have something important to say.

A smile appeared on Su Qingfeng's face, "Uncle Lin, I heard from my father that you are a good hand at cooking Shandong cuisine. How about you try my cooking today?"

Shandong cuisine is customarily considered to be the flavor of Jining, Jiaodong, Jinan and other places.

But in fact, it even affected the court cuisine of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, Beijing, Tianjin, the middle and lower reaches of the Yellow River, and the vast areas north of it.

On the other hand, Guandong flavor is composed of local dishes from Liaoning, Jilin and Heilongjiang provinces.

The historical trend of entering Guandong brought Shandong cuisine into the Northeast.

So now in the streets and alleys of Heilongjiang Province, and in state-owned restaurants, there are also many Shandong cuisine and techniques.
When Su Qingfeng said this, in addition to leaving a certain amount of space for his father, he also wanted to try to contact Lin Duanyang to see if he could have a clear path with his father.

He has recently learned a lot of dishes in the system space. In addition to home-cooked dishes, there are also some dishes that are not simple at first glance, let alone the carving techniques, which are passed down from family.

If you pretend to communicate with Lin Duanyang in private, you can use this as a reason to come up with new cuisines and cooking skills.

Anyway, with Su Siwei here, there will always be some dealings.

Of course, Su Qingfeng would also secretly observe Lin Duanyang. If his character was not good, it would be better to just forget about it.

He would rather be patient and think of a solution later.

If that doesn't work, you can go to the provincial capital to find Fang Jidong from last time.

In fact, Su Qingfeng preferred to take the Yangguan Avenue on the other side of Fang Jidong instead of taking the dangerous route of Lin Duanyang.

There is no way, he is cowardly.

His father was much older, but he was still a teenager when he returned.

When Su Qingfeng was less than twenty years old, he was almost turning into an uncle in his heart.

Thinking in his mind, Su Qingfeng carried a large bag of things and headed to the kitchen.

Take a look inside.

have to.

The kitchen is also dilapidated.

The wind is blowing outside the window, and the pots and stoves are cold inside. I should be thankful that at least there is firewood?
Su Qingfeng glanced at the amount of firewood.

Not much.

No wonder they are reluctant to burn the kang.

I'm afraid that within a few days, there will be no firewood for cooking.

In this cold weather, the men, women, and children in the cowshed are all very sick. It seems that they are not the ones who can go up the mountain to collect firewood.

Su Qingfeng didn't complain and started to light a fire to cook.

It's my job.

He is very familiar with it.

Lin Duanyang looked at this boy with a smile, and deliberately gave him the position of the master spoon. He sat on the side and honestly added firewood and water to him, worse than an apprentice.

In the past, some people would never believe it.

but now?

what.

You have become so virtuous, and you still have such nonsense!
Su Qingfeng thought, it was so late at night, he came here secretly, and there were only so many ingredients, so there was no need to go all out to cook.

It's pretty good to cook pumpkin porridge in the evening to nourish your stomach.

Pumpkin porridge is simply a bowl of homely staple food.

But I don’t know if it’s Lin Duanyang’s illusion.

He always felt that Su Qingfeng had a strange intuition about seasoning.

With one taste of his tongue, he could tell whether the sweetness was weak or strong, and even the timing of the heat was just right.

Although these are all basic skills, looking at Su Qingfeng's calm look, Lin Duanyang always felt that he seemed to be more than this level.

In other words, a simple bowl of pumpkin porridge is not enough for him to exert his full power.

By the time Su Qingfeng entered the room with a large bowl of pumpkin porridge, the conversation in the room had almost come to an end.

Professor Tang, who was originally lying on the kang, a little drowsy, smelled a faint, sweet pumpkin fragrance, and gradually became energetic.

He leaned on Zhou Sheng's back and took the pumpkin porridge. Since he didn't have a spoon, he took a sip of the porridge with his mouth.

As soon as you take it into your mouth, a sweet feeling fills your lips.

Under everyone's gaze, Professor Tang...actually cried!
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(End of this chapter)