Chapter 39 Dean Shen's Thoughts
Lin Sanqi felt relieved when he saw that the neighbors in the yard went home cursing.
He actually did it on purpose to publicly stir-fry rice noodles in the yard today, just to establish the image of a prodigal son.
As a time traveler, he had stored up a lot of food from modern society, which was definitely a standout in the era of starvation in 1959.
The key is that he will definitely share these foods with his parents, family and friends in the future.
Therefore, he must establish the persona of a prodigal son early on, so that when he is enjoying a good life in the future, at most people will call him a prodigal son, and no one will suspect anything else.
If you have something delicious to eat but have to hide in the toilet or eat it alone, you might as well travel to a fairy world instead of traveling through the city.
In the main hall of the Lin family, Lin Kucan and Dean Shen each had a plate of roasted rice noodles in front of them, and they were eating happily.
Lin Sanqi stood aside, holding a bottle of Shaoxing rice wine collected by his father, which he filled from time to time.
Dean Shen didn't care that he was the director of the Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine. At this time, he was using chopsticks to put handfuls of rice noodles into his mouth like a whirlwind.
Lin Sanqi's mind flashed back to the street sweepers, sweeping a large area...
According to Dean Shen, who comes from a large Jiangnan family, he should chew his food slowly and carefully, and never make slurping sounds with his mouth, otherwise it would be considered uncultured.
But Dean Shen was really too hungry, his stomach was really empty, or he was really crying with greed.
So I didn't care about being polite anymore and just ate first. I ate so deliciously that my lips kept smacking and my nose hummed from time to time.
The last plate of fried rice noodles was finished in less than 2 minutes.
It was not enough to finish it, so Dean Shen picked up the plate, stuck out his tongue and started licking it, not stopping until the plate was shiny as if it was brand new.
Then he put the plate down reluctantly, licked the oil stains on his lips with his tongue, then took a sip of the rice wine in the cup and let out an "Ah".
Obviously it is beautiful.
Lin's father was not much better off. He had worked in the north for 10 years and this was the first time he had tasted the delicacies of his hometown.
He is a professional and knows that this is the authentic way to stir-fry wet rice noodles. The rice noodles and kale used are all original, so he wiped away tears after taking a bite.
Lin Sanqi thought: I'm afraid the old man didn't volunteer to come to the north to work?
However, his willingness to come to the north to work was actually a blessing in disguise. After all, he turned from darkness to light during the liberation, responded to the government's call, actively built the motherland, and enjoyed special care for talents.
After a few years, he probably won't suffer too much. After all, he is now a proletarian and has completely cut off ties with the past.
Don’t talk about yellow croaker, the yellow croaker is hidden secretly. On the surface, the old man still eats cornmeal. Apart from a higher salary, he has no other special treatment.
After the two old men had finished eating, Dean Shen couldn't just wipe his mouth and leave.
The old man was very smart. He had figured out that the youngest son of the Lin family had not been idle in the 10 years since he went missing. He probably had not been begging on the streets. He must have met some people from all walks of life in the world and must be quite capable.
Otherwise, in this era when everyone was hungry and 50 kilograms of coarse grains were enough to marry a wife, how could he easily get 100 kilograms of rice as a gift?
I was able to get this kind of southern rice noodles and beef today and used up all the oil at home, just to show off my cooking skills?
This person is the typical person who doesn't know how expensive food and fuel are. He must have either been living a life of luxury since childhood, or he really can't afford a little bit of money. He is definitely a capable person with good connections.
So, people in the south are more insightful and can analyze things that others cannot discover.
Dean Shen had long discovered that the weather across the country this year was unusual and that grain production had dropped sharply. He estimated that starvation was inevitable in the next few years, so he secretly resolved to establish a good relationship with Lin Sanqi.
This kind of capable person can help provide supplies and save lives at critical moments.
As for whether or not to provide additional care at the workplace, this much is certain. As long as it is not illegal or disorderly, Dean Shen is willing to provide care within the scope of his authority.
Thinking of this, Dean Shen looked at Lin Sanqi with a softer look:
"Xiao Lin, today, an old man like me has to thank you very much. It's been a long time since I've had such a good meal. Okay, since I have nothing to do tonight, I'll tell you about our Chinese medicine hospital so that you can start working earlier."
Lin Sanqi quickly bowed slightly: "Okay, thank you very much, Dean Shen."
Dean Shen pretended to be dissatisfied and blamed:
"Making a fuss, and still calling him Dean Shen? From now on, call him by his title when you're at work, and call him uncle when you're at home."
Lin Kucan was a little puzzled. Why was the dean so polite to his own kid? If he couldn't figure it out, he didn't think about it. It was all good anyway.
While the three men were chatting in the main room, in the east room, Lin Gancao's room.
Lin Jiageng was happily eating fried rice noodles, and he exclaimed while eating:
"Grandma, Dad, the rice noodles from our hometown are really delicious. It's the most delicious snack in the world, even better than sesame cakes."
Jin Caifeng touched her eldest grandson's head, then swallowed quietly. The old lady gave her portion of fried rice noodles to her eldest grandson.
Lin Sanqi's family had only four people in 2013, so there was only enough food for four people in the refrigerator, and at most he could fry four plates of rice noodles.
Now Lin Kushen had one plate, Dean Shen had one plate, and the remaining two plates were given to the eldest family for Jin Caifeng and the second family for Lin Sanqi, so that they were fair.
Lin Gancao felt a little strange, thinking that his mother doted on him too much, so he reminded her:
"Mom, Qizi bought 10 fried dough sticks, 10 sesame cakes, and 10 fried dough sticks this morning. How can he and his two children finish all these things? The key is how much food coupons and money it will cost. So you can't give him too much money in the future, otherwise he won't know how to spend money."
There is no other place in the whole city that buys so much breakfast so early in the morning. No wonder Lin Gancao feels distressed.
Jin Caifeng felt a little wronged:
"Don't blame me for this. I even forgot to give your brother pocket money. I don't know where he got the money. Not to mention this morning, even the rice noodles that Jiageng was eating were also obtained by him. It has nothing to do with me and your father."
"Isn't it the money you and your father gave me? That's strange. How come Qizi is so well-off?"
Jin Caifeng waved her hand and said softly:
"Qizi used to get acquainted with people in the black market when he was wandering around. I think he's from here. You must keep this a secret. Once Qizi starts working, he'll naturally cut off contact with that group of people."
Lin Gancao and Fu Muxiang nodded slightly after hearing this.
In fact, even if they wanted to control it, there was nothing they could do. Now the three brothers have actually separated and no one can control anyone else.
The Lin family in the west room were much more heartless. They divided the fried rice noodles brought by Lin Sanqi into three parts, and Lin Duzhong and Pei Xuehua did not miss out on the delicious food and ate it with gusto.
Pei Xuehua ate while she blamed him openly:
"This Qizai is really something. He used up all the oil in the house just to fry the rice noodles. We have a quarter of it. It's okay for him to use his share, but why did he use ours too? Seriously!"
Lin Duzhong recalled the delicious food memories of his childhood and finally said something honestly:
"Alright, alright, don't think about that little bit of oil. Isn't this plate of fried rice noodles worth that little bit of oil? Eat it quickly. It won't taste good if it gets cold."
"Bullshit, there's so much oil, it would be delicious even if it's frozen, not to mention cold!"
(End of this chapter)
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