When Chen Jun got home from get off work, he saw a large number of people gathered in the backyard.
Chen Jun glanced at them; they were all there to watch the spectacle, after all, he was the only one to have a water pipe connected to his house.
Actually, connecting water pipes indoors can not only be used for showering and flushing toilets, but also prevent faucets from freezing in winter.
For example, during the few days of the Lunar New Year, the water taps in the yard froze several times, and each time we had to scald them with hot water before we could use them.
"Hey, Chen Jun is back!"
Upon hearing this, the people gathered at the door all looked towards Chen Jun.
Xu Damao seemed quite interested in the renovation, and with a smile, he came over and asked, "Chen Jun, didn't you already clean your house once? Why are you cleaning it again? Is your new wife unhappy and won't sleep in the same room with you until it's fixed?"
Everyone in the courtyard knew about the marriage certificate, but the two hadn't held a wedding banquet yet, so Xu Damao made a joke about it.
Chen Jun shook his head: "I just think that making a change would be more convenient, so that we won't have to go to public toilets anymore."
After saying that, Chen Jun glanced at Jia Dongxu, who was watching the commotion in the crowd, and added, "So as not to be scared by a lunatic pretending to be a ghost."
Good heavens, Jia Dongxu is being dragged out and whipped again.
Xu Damao glanced at Jia Dongxu, then said with a smile, "Isn't this because we have an old Chinese medicine doctor? After the rest of the treatment, there won't be any mental patients in our hospital."
After scaring Jia Dongxu, Xu Damao returned to the main topic: "I heard from the renovation worker that the small house you built can not only be used for washing your face and brushing your teeth, but also for using the toilet and taking a shower?"
"Is it reliable? If it is, I'd like to get one too."
Xu Damao was incredibly excited about the idea that Chen Jun's little house could accomplish so much.
Putting everything else aside, the fact that you can take a shower at home is very convenient.
"It's definitely reliable," Chen Jun replied. Why would he spend money on this if it weren't reliable?
“I can understand it in the summer, but how do you take a shower in the winter? Where will the hot water come from?” Xu Damao asked, puzzled.
"Once that little hut is ready, we can put a big iron tub on it. In the summer, we can sun it and then take a hot bath. In the winter, it's not troublesome either; we can just boil a pot of water and take a bath. But if it's very cold, we'll still have to go to the public bathhouse."
These days, there are no bathroom heaters or fan-heated rooms. Hot water can solve the problem of room temperature in winter.
"How much will this whole setup cost?"
It sounds like a good idea. There are many people and eyes in the courtyard, so taking a bath in the summer is quite troublesome. It's okay for the men, as they don't have to worry about being seen, but it's not so convenient for the women. If they could have a private room to take a bath, that would be great.
"The whole thing will cost close to a hundred yuan."
Chen Jun estimated the price, which included the main structure of the house, plastering, waterproofing, and drainage pipes. If he wanted it to look nicer, he would also need to find some flooring on the market. All the miscellaneous costs would amount to about 100 yuan.
Wow!
It costs so much money?
Not to mention the others in the courtyard, even Xu Damao couldn't bear to do it.
Too expensive!
Even if a family works hard all year, they still can't save up a hundred yuan.
That price could buy a used bicycle.
Only someone with a high salary like Chen Jun would be willing to do something like this.
"That's bullshit. The master said it can be done in your forties." Jia Dongxu, standing to the side, seemed to have grasped something important.
During the day, he would just watch the excitement from the sidelines. The craftsman surnamed Jia advertised that he could help with the renovation for just over forty yuan.
Chen Jun merely glanced at him, too lazy to bother with him.
Even if it's just expanding a small room, it costs more than forty yuan, not to mention other expenses.
"Hey, young man, don't talk nonsense. Someone in their forties can help you with some basic things, but someone like Director Chen is much more than forty."
Captain Jia came out of the house at this moment, explained for Chen Jun, and then continued, "Director Chen, the water pipe has been connected. It will take about two more days. If you are in a hurry, we can continue working tonight."
"Captain Jia, thank you for your hard work. I'm not in a rush here, so everyone please don't work overtime. Working at night can easily disturb the neighbors."
Although there are no fixed renovation times these days, Chen Jun, being a well-mannered young man, wouldn't do anything to disturb the peace.
"Okay, then we'll come again tomorrow morning."
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During the two days he was cleaning the house, Chen Jun was also busy preparing for the upcoming cook assessment.
The cooks' ranks are the opposite of those of other jobs, with level one being the highest. Therefore, the assessment method for level two cooks is also different from that for levels three and four.
According to inside information from Director Yang, four people in Beijing have applied for the Level 2 cook exam.
Therefore, in addition to the regular judges, three heavyweight figures were added to the judging panel: Master Jiang, a master of Shandong cuisine; Master Wu, a master of Sichuan cuisine; and Master Li, a master of Huaiyang cuisine.
Of course, these three usually cook for state banquets and are collectively known as state banquet chefs.
But when the day of the assessment arrived, Chen Jun discovered that seven or eight people were going to take the senior cook assessment, which made him click his tongue in disbelief. Director Yang's rumors were really outrageous.
The number of people isn't accurate, and we don't know if the information from those two heavyweight judges is accurate either.
The assessment for senior chefs is also different from the previous assessments. They need to draw lots to determine the dishes they need to cook that day, and they have to draw three dishes.
This assessment is incredibly difficult.
If you are assigned a product you are not familiar with, you will most likely fail the assessment.
"Sigh, the factory manager's inside information is really unreliable. How come we couldn't even find out such important information?" Chen Jun couldn't help but rub his head.
Fortunately, Chen Jun's level two skill is all-around, and he can do well in any cuisine.
This is what makes Chen Jun so terrifying. Many senior chefs are "specialized" in one or two cuisines, while being relatively weak in others. But Chen Jun is good at everything. Even if he were to compete in cooking with a first-class chef, he would still have a chance to win.
The first dish Chen Jun drew was Sichuan-style sliced beef and tripe in chili sauce. Chen Jun knew this dish like the back of his hand; it was second only to stir-fried pork with chili peppers.
After tasting the dish, the judges exchanged a knowing glance and said nothing before letting Chen Jun draw the second dish.
The second dish was squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, a dish from Huaiyang cuisine.
Chen Jun prepared the squirrel-shaped mandarin fish very skillfully, but the judges' reactions left him somewhat puzzled.
They still didn't say a word!
No, what's going on?
Whether it's good or bad, you should at least give your opinion.
What does it mean to remain completely silent? And it's a collective silence.
"There's one last dish left. Is there anything you'd like to make that you're good at?"
Just as Chen Jun was complaining in his heart, an old man in his seventies on the judges' panel suddenly asked Chen Jun a question.
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