National Tide 1980

On February 4, 1981, New Year's Eve finally arrived.

On this day, when people in the capital woke up in the morning, they generally found that the ceiling was illuminated by the reflection of heavy snow.

Thanks to God, it started snowing last night, and it got heavier and heavier.

Although we still have to go to work today, after all, for most people, this is the last day before the long vacation.

The important thing is that this way, the flavor of the new year will be more abundant.

Coupled with the scattered sound of firecrackers, joy and auspiciousness suddenly filled everyone's heart.

So even if it’s snowing heavily and it’s cold and the roads are slippery.

People who go to work are all in a good mood. As long as they see acquaintances on the street, they all greet each other with joy.

"It snows well, auspicious snow heralds a good harvest!"

The same is true for Ning Weimin.

When he rode into the alley, he couldn't stop talking about the neighbors in this alley.

The sentence on the left is "Aunt Zhang, please slow down, the road is slippery, be careful."

Another sentence: "Brother Li, are you going to work? There is ice at the entrance of the alley, please pay attention."

The only difference is that others are at work and he is at get off work. Who asked him to work the night shift?

But to be honest, his night shift was well worth it.

Even though he has to go to work tonight to be on duty, on the surface it seems that he won't even be able to spend New Year's Eve at home, which seems quite miserable.

But in fact that is not the case at all.

Because the hotel industry is becoming more and more economical as the new year approaches.

As soon as the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month passed, there were not many guests staying at the Chongwenmen Hotel.

Well, apart from the fact that the Bianyifang restaurant is still doing a booming business, the catering department can't slack off, and the logistics department still has a lot of things to be busy with.

For other departments of Chongwenmen Hotel, it is almost like taking a holiday in advance.

Where is the job?

When most employees go to work, other than having meetings and writing year-end summaries, they just drink tea, chat, and eat melon seeds.

Leaders don't care when they see it, and employees don't even need a leave note when asking for leave.

No matter who it is, as long as they talk to the team leader or deputy team leader with whom they have a good relationship, they can go about their own family affairs with peace of mind.

Anyone who didn't take their compensatory leave in advance and kept it until now would be called a fool.

Especially for Ning Weimin and Zhang Shihui.

Now not only can I still be free and seek "benefits" for myself outside, but I don't need to take turns to go to the guest room to rest even if I work the night shift.

We can blatantly take off work and go to bed together every day.

As long as one of the two shows up when the shift is handed over, it will be fine.

Hey, where can you find such a wonderful and affordable job in the world?

That is to say, there is really no way to bring it to the table for discussion.

Otherwise, the title of "Working Emperor" will not be plastered on Tang's forehead in the future.

So just because the class was so good, at eight o'clock that morning, Ning Weimin, who had slept and had breakfast, pushed his bicycle into the courtyard without any hint of fatigue.

Instead, he saw the snowflakes falling from the sky, covering the roof, eaves, toon trees, small houses, and coal piles in the entire courtyard with snow-white. He was so inspired by poetry.

He leaned the car against the outer wall of the small kitchen, locked the car, and recited loudly with emotion.

"Snowflakes from Yanshan Mountain are as big as mats, and they fall in my courtyard. The sky is white, the ground is white, and the trees are white. Today I want to eat stewed chicken..."

However, his expression of emotion did not last long.

Because as soon as he finished speaking, not even two seconds later, there was a lot of anger in the room.

Daqing Kangshu De just bowed down in the room to hold the fire.

Hearing his poem in the room, the old man held the fire chopsticks in his hand and taught him a lesson through the glass.

"You brat, come on. It's snowing, so don't do your good deeds in the courtyard."

"Do you call this a poem? The first sentence is copied from Li Bai, the second sentence is a plain spoken vernacular, the third sentence is plagiarized from Zhang Dayou, and the last sentence is your own true temperament, but after all, you have not left eating. . You are really promising."

"I'm not talking about you, but your crooked poems are exactly the same as Zhang Zongchang. It shows that you are just as good as a dog-meat general."

To say this is really embarrassing.

Fortunately, Ning Weimin didn't care at all.

Because the father and son are used to teasing and coughing, this kind of teasing is common.

Ning Weimin curled his lips nonchalantly.

I took out two aluminum lunch boxes from the back seat of the car, opened the door and entered the house.

"Old man, what you say is a bit biased. To be honest, in my opinion, Zhang Zongchang is much more honest than those 'Confucius said'."

"Let's just talk about the song "Ode to Snow". Something is flying in the sky, and there are piles here and there. Could it be that the Jade Emperor built the golden palace, sifting lime and sifting lime. This poem is so simple and easy to understand, and quite interesting. It's graphic, can you say it's not graphic? So General Dogrou is also a bit talented, I love his poetry."

"Besides, what's wrong with loving food? Isn't that a good thing? Besides, you are the real expert in this area."

Ning Weimin was having a good time, quite conceited, and kept talking like a string of beads.

"You haven't forgotten what you told me, have you?"

"What about Zhengyanglou's hotpot mutton, Bianyifang's braised duck, Tongheju's roasted steamed buns, Dongxinglou's mullet eggs, Zhimeizhai's braised duck strips."

"Small places like Zaowen's rotten pork noodles, Mujiazhai's fried dumplings, and Jinjialou's fried tripe, they all have fried triangles in one place."

"So much so that Yueshengzhai's pickled lamb, Liubiju's pickles, Wang Zhihe's stinky tofu, Xinyuanzhai's sour plum soup, Sanmiaotang's cheese bowl, Endeyuan's steamed buns, Shaguoju's white meat, Xinghuachun The flower carvings..."

"As for these famous restaurants in the capital, if you hadn't told me, how would I have known so much about them? You personally vouched for these places. You said there wasn't a shopkeeper you didn't know well. You don’t know about the people who cook the kitchen, the waiters, and the people standing at the counter.”

"But what's wrong? Aren't you still full of knowledge and still be my master? I really want to be useless. I have no one else to rely on but you. As the saying goes, what kind of master teaches you what? Such a disciple should come. Isn’t that right?”

As soon as he said this, Kang Shude didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He simply made a gesture with the fire chopsticks and stared.

"Good boy, are you waiting for me here? Are you trying to silence me with my words? Why are you using all your cleverness here!"

But Ning Weimin still has a backup plan.

He was happy again and quickly put the two lunch boxes he brought into the house on the table and opened them.

It was pure showy seduction.

"Don't be angry, old man. Look at my filial piety. Three taels of pork buns with green onions and a large bowl of Tianxingju's fried liver are brought here especially for you... How about we first tell you how I can make a difference? It’s okay. Why don’t you stop eating this early?”

I saw the buns steaming hot.

The smell of fried liver still hits my nose.

How could Kang Shude, who made some jasmine tea to wash his intestines in the morning, still be able to bear it?

"Fart! Don't eat? If you don't eat that waste, it will be cold in a while."

The old man smacked his lips and sat down next to the Eight Immortals table.

But as soon as he showed a look of satisfaction, he slapped the table at Ning Weimin.

"Is it okay if you have some eyesight? Why are you standing there in a daze? If you don't want to eat my hot chopsticks, just get me wooden chopsticks..."

"Okay, just wait."

He watched Ning Weimin running to open the cupboard.

Kang Shude leaned over and smelled the buns.

"Well, it tastes okay..."

Then he added another sentence.

"I told you to get some more vinegar in the bowl, otherwise I won't have your chicken stew tonight..."