Siheyuan: Domineering life

Chapter 359 Silly Zhu: I am the special chef of the State Guesthouse
After returning home, Yang Jun took Yi Qiushui into the secret room and had a wild ride.

When Yi Qiushui saw the secret room for the first time, she was so excited that she kept screaming.

Generally speaking, words such as secret room, wall, ancient tomb, and cellar can often bring people unlimited reverie and desire for knowledge.

Yi Qiushui is no exception.

As soon as she entered the secret room, she felt as if she had discovered a new world. She touched here and looked there, which seemed to satisfy her desire for knowledge.

However, her face darkened when she saw the secret room filled with wine.

She was not against Yang Jun's drinking, but she was purely dissatisfied with his drunken behavior.

Whenever Yang Jun finished drinking, he would work hard for two hours without taking a break.

Thinking of this, Yi Qiushui turned back to look at Yang Jun.

This sight shocked her.

I saw Yang Jun holding a jar of wine and drinking it with his head raised.

The two eyes looking at him were red, as if they had been stimulated by something.

Seeing this, Yi Qiushui stamped her feet anxiously.

"enemy."

……

The next day, they didn't get up until three o'clock in the morning.

If Yang Laosi hadn't knocked on the window so loudly, the two of them would have slept until past noon.

"Brother, aren't you going home to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival today?"

"Yang Laosi, if you knock on the window again, believe it or not, I will cut off your pocket money."

Yang Jun's dissatisfied voice came from the room.

After a while, the door rang again.

"Brother, mom told you to go back early today."

Before Yang Laosi could get angry, she continued, "What I knocked on this time was not the window, but the door."

"Yang Laosi, last warning, don't knock on the door again."

It was finally quiet outside the door, and Yang Jun thought he could sleep for a while longer.

But Yang Laosi's tone-deaf wolf howl came from the yard.

"A mighty river has wide waves,

The wind blows the fragrance of rice flowers on both sides of the bank.

......"

"Yang Laosi, please stop singing."

"Others want money for singing, but you want your life."

Yang Jun finally couldn't stand it anymore.

He opened the quilt and was about to come out, but was grabbed by Yi Qiushui.

"Okay, it's almost nine o'clock, it's time to get up."

While getting dressed, Yi Qiushui muttered: "Fourth sister has not been back since she moved here. Please understand her mood."

Yang Jun scratched his chicken feather-like hair and said dissatisfied: "She is a foodie, she must want to eat moon cakes."

"She's not like that. She never stops eating. She probably just misses home."

"Hey, why am I so miserable?"

Yang Jun suddenly howled, got dressed and got up very dissatisfied.

After a while, Yang Jun opened the door and found Yang Laosi sitting pitifully in front of the stone table in the yard. There was a bulging shoulder bag on the table.

Without guessing, Yang Jun knew that there were snacks inside that she usually saved.

This girl is very sensible and knows how to bring good food to her family.

"Yang Laosi..."

Just when Yang Jun was about to scold her, he saw Yang Laosi's eyes were red and a few tears streaked down his face.

"Wow, brother, I miss home."

When Yang Jun saw this, his heart softened.

He stroked her head and said, "Okay, big brother will take you home and have a look."

If he hadn't seen Yang Laosi shed tears today, Yang Jun would have thought how unreliable this girl was.

Normally, she is always treated as a boy, but if you think about it carefully, she is only a 13-year-old girl, and she is the age when she needs the love of her parents.

Afterwards, the two hurriedly washed up.

Yi Qiushui found a shoulder bag from somewhere and took all the snacks at home with her. She also took six kilograms of mooncakes from the kitchen cabinet that Yang Jun had just bought two days ago.

Then, the three of them drove back to the courtyard.

As soon as we arrived at the courtyard, we found that the courtyard was very lively, with children running around like crazy. You could vaguely see a few children squatting in the corner with runny noses, secretly nibbling moon cakes as big as fingernails.

The smell of food is in the air.

Many people have already started cooking, and there are busy women in front of the eaves of every house.

The men were helping out, picking vegetables, handing over plates and so on.

"Hello, sir."

Several naughty children followed Yang Jun.

"Hello everyone, have you eaten moon cakes?" Yang Jun asked with a smile.

"No!"

The sound is neat and loud.

Five or six children all looked longingly at the bulging bag in his hand.

"Why don't you go home quickly and eat moon cakes?"

Yang Jun smiled and pushed the leading child forward, signaling him to go home.

"It's a shame they still call you Grandpa. How can you be so funny?"

Yi Qiushui rolled her eyes at him, looked at the children kindly with her soft eyes, and took out a pack of White Rabbit toffee from her bag.

"Come on, three yuan per person, no fighting over it."

"Thank you aunt."

a group of children shouted in unison.

When Yi Qiushui heard this, her face turned red. She saw Yang Jun snickering beside him and pinched the sore flesh on his waist fiercely.

"Ow..."

When passing by the middle courtyard, I found that Silly Zhu had carried his big stove into the yard. There was a table next to it with some prepared ingredients on it.

Ran Qiuye sat next to him with He Xiao in his arms, looking at Silhu cooking with a happy face.

"Brother Zhuzi, your craftsmanship is not good."

There was a plate of freshly fried shredded celery and pork on the table. Yang Jun pinched a piece with his hands to taste it.

"The chef of the State Guesthouse cooks delicious food. Can you invite me?"

Silly Zhu was not happy when he heard this.

You can say he's ugly, or you can point at his nose and say he's a licker, but you can't say he's not good at cooking.In his words, a man can be good at anything, but he must be good at cooking.

"Cook of the State Guesthouse?"

Yang Jun slapped his forehead and secretly blamed himself for being so careless.

He had made an appointment with Zhao Tiancheng and invited him to cook for him today. Unexpectedly, he was so focused on riding horses and galloping to kill everyone last night that he forgot about cooking.

"You go back first, I have something to do when I go out."

Yang Jun quickly handed the bag in his hand to Yi Qiushui and ran out.

"Tell mom, don't rush to cook yet."

"Hey, where are you going..."

Seeing Yang Jun leaving in a hurry, Yi Qiushui reluctantly went back with Yang Laosi.

After starting the car, Yang Jun went to pick up Zhao Tiancheng as quickly as possible.

I looked at the time and saw that it was less than 10 minutes before the agreed ten o'clock.

He didn't want to give the impression that he had no sense of time.

However, while he was driving, he took out the ingredients he had prepared in advance from the space.

He drove the car very fast and finally picked up Zhao Tiancheng at [-]:[-].

Zhao Tiancheng seemed to have been ready for a long time. When Yang Jun arrived, he got in the car without saying a word.

When he returned to the compound, Yang Jun gave each of the children playing at the door a dime and asked them to help carry the ingredients inside.

When passing by the middle courtyard, I saw Shazhu's family having a meal.

"Brother Zhuzi, lend me your stove later."

My stove is too small, the firepower is not strong, and the food I cook is not delicious.

The stove in Shazhu's house seems to be specially prepared for cooking. However, this kind of stove wastes charcoal fire, and many people are not willing to use this kind of stove.

"Hey, Junzi, is this the chef of the State Guesthouse you invited?"

Silly Zhu stood up, holding the rice bowl in his hand, and looked at Zhao Tiancheng with a teasing expression.

Zhao Tiancheng felt a little embarrassed when he looked at him, so he took a step forward and extended his hand.

"Zhao Tiancheng, the first-level chef of the State Guesthouse, nice to meet you."

Seeing that Zhao Tiancheng was carrying a suitcase and looking decent, Shazhu put the bowls and chopsticks on the table, rubbed his right hand on his clothes twice, stretched out his hand, and said with a grin,

"He Yuzhu, the special chef of the State Guesthouse."

"Super chef?"

Zhao Tiancheng screamed and turned to Yang Jun: "Director Yang, this is the first time I have heard of a special chef. What level is this special chef? Why have I never heard of it?"

Yang Jun's head was covered with black lines and he was speechless.

This silly Zhu was so stunned that he always wanted to be superior to others in everything.

Don't say that Zhao Tiancheng has never heard of it, even a layman like him has never heard of it.

According to the level of Western food chefs, they can be divided into levels one to five, with level one being the highest.

If divided according to the level of Chinese food chefs, they can be divided into junior, intermediate, senior, technician and senior technician.

But whether it's Western or Chinese food, I've never heard of a special chef.

This idiot is so embarrassing.

If you fail to show off, you will make a fool of yourself.

"Master Zhao, Master He is the successor of Tan's cuisine. This may... be the way to classify their Tan's cuisine."

Yang Jun didn't know how to explain, and he couldn't put Si Zhu's face on the ground and rub it repeatedly. He could only explain it euphemistically, hoping that Zhao Tiancheng wouldn't take it seriously.

"Oh……"

Zhao Tiancheng saw Yang Jun blinking at him, and he suddenly understood. Then he looked at this unkempt young man, who looked like he didn't deserve a beating.

So, he took a step forward, took out his work ID card and showed it in front of He Yuzhu.

"Master He, I work in a Western restaurant. If your Chinese restaurant has nothing to do in the future, you can come to our Western restaurant to discuss things."

"Is it really from the State Guesthouse?"

Silly Zhu looked at Zhao Tiancheng's work permit blankly, his face was hot, and he wanted to find a crack to get in.

A long time passed, but when he came to his senses, he found that Yang Jun and Zhao Tiancheng had returned to the backyard.

"Junzi, I'll go over to help later."

Go back to the backyard and put the ingredients down.

Yang Jun said hello to Wang Yuying and the others and went to the kitchen to help.

When Wang Yuying saw that Yang Jun invited people to cook at home, she didn't want to neglect it and hurried over to help choose the dishes.

After a while, Shazhu and Liu Guangtian came over carrying the stove.

After putting down the stove, Silly Zhu went back again and brought his own cutting boards and knives.

"Master Zhao, come on, have a cigarette."

Silly Zhu took out a bag of big things and approached Zhao Tiancheng.

"Thank you, Master He."

Zhao Tiancheng is in his 50s and has never experienced anything.

He had long seen that Silly Zhu was joking on purpose. With his character, he didn't care about it and just took the cigarette and started chatting with him.

"Master Zhao, how about I help you later?"

Silly Zhu was toasting the smoke and smiling apologetically. At this moment, the fox finally showed its tail.

It turns out that he came to steal the teacher.

"no problem."

Zhao Tiancheng's kind appearance is somewhat similar to his father, Lao Zhao's temperament.

The two of them discussed cooking skills while handling the ingredients.

It was said to be a competition, but in fact it was Shazhu learning skills from others. The whole process was basically him asking and Zhao Tiancheng answering.

Silly Zhu's attitude towards learning is still good. Looking at him nodding his head, it seems that he has gained a lot.

"I said, Junzi, you are living a good life these days. The chefs from the State Guesthouse are here to cook for you."

Silly Zhu took some time out from his busy schedule and did not forget to tease Yang Jun a few words.

"Don't you dare say this nonsense. Master Zhao is my friend. He heard that I, Mei Zi, was hosting a full-moon wine party, so he came here to help with the meal."

Yang Jun had a cigarette in his mouth and was busy choosing vegetables with a relaxed look on his face.

"The chef of the State Guesthouse is nothing. I usually let you, a special chef, cook, and I don't see how wronged you are."

Silly Zhu's face darkened.

"Junzi, it's meaningless for you to say that. My brother just said it casually, why did you take it seriously?"

"There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world. Brother Zhuzhu, please don't brag casually in the future."

"I know, I know."

Silly Zhu felt a little embarrassed after being told that. He scratched his head and glanced at Zhao Tiancheng who was busy in the kitchen and said,
"Junzi, can I ask you a favor?"

Say!
"Can you tell Master Zhao, I want to become my teacher."

(End of this chapter)