Chapter 24 A three-character reply

The market day in Qinglian County is 258, which means that every day with 258 in the date is a market day, so a few days later, Su Taotao went to the county town again.

But this time she didn't bring Chenchen with her.

To be precise, Chenchen didn't want to go with her. The little guy was really smart. He might know that if he went with her, it would affect his mother's work, or he might think that the county town was not fun, so when Su Taotao asked for his opinion in the morning, this time he decisively chose to go to school with his uncle.

Su Taotao was very democratic in raising children, so naturally he would not interfere with her choice.

Chef Xu was looking forward to it, running back and forth between the kitchen at the gate several times, as if he was afraid that Su Taotao would regret it and not come.

He ran to the door for the nth time to wait for someone, and finally saw that beautiful figure: "Comrade Su, I finally got you here, hurry up, there's a problem with the brine in the kitchen."

It was only a little after seven in the morning, and the small arcade was lined with people in three layers inside and outside.

"What's going on with these people?" Su Taotao asked.

The corners of Chef Xu's lips were raised so high that he couldn't suppress it even if he wanted to: "It's because our salty food is so delicious and the supply is limited every day. These retired uncles and aunts are worried that they can't buy it, so they come to line up early in the morning."

Su Taotao's eyes twitched: "It doesn't have to be that early, right? The salty food is available at lunch time, and it won't be on sale until at least 11 o'clock. It's only now?"

Speaking of this, Chef Xu straightened his back a little: "Who said it wasn't? The reputation was so good on the first day. On the second day, people came to line up before 11 o'clock, and half of them couldn't buy it. On the third day, it was earlier until 9 o'clock, and two-thirds of the people couldn't buy it. Today is the fourth day, and people are lining up before 7 o'clock."

Chef Xu's mouth was raised as he spoke.

In the past, when he invited his relatives to dinner, they had to refuse and some even asked if they could go to the second hotel.

Chef Xu almost spat out blood.

Now the situation has changed. In just a few days, the relatives who asked him to leave salty food are almost breaking down the door of his house.

Who is he, Mr. Xu? Is he one of those people who use chicken feathers as a token of authority? Will I, such an upright chef, open a back door for others? No! If you want to buy salty food, you can go to the hotel and queue up.

The feeling of being proud is simply indescribable.

Su Taotao didn't find it that surprising. A new toilet can still smell good for three days. No matter what era, people want freshness. After everyone has eaten a round, there will definitely be no such grand occasion.

Su Taotao shared this view with Chef Xu, and finally added: "This is also the reason why I launch a new dish every month. It would be good if the popularity of the halogen flavor can be maintained for a month, and then it will slowly become a regular signature dish. If we launch other new dishes, we will have repeat customers."

Chef Xu nodded: "I know."

Su Taotao said: "Let's ask the waiter to write some chips. We expect to make 30 servings today, and give number cards to 30 people, so the people behind don't have to queue in vain."

Chef Xu After a pause, he nodded: "Okay, I'll tell the minister later."

After a while, Chef Xu said again: "How about we just be a little more salty?"

Su Taotao shook her head: "No need, things are precious because they are scarce. The less you can eat, the more you want to eat. Those who can't buy it today can wait until the day after tomorrow. You can eat it anyway."

Chef Xu has been on the battlefield and seen real guns and live bullets. He has experienced ups and downs for decades, and has seen the warmth and coldness of human feelings, and has seen all kinds of demons and monsters. However, he has never seen a female comrade of Su Taotao's age with such experience.

Chef Xu sighed: "I really want to know what kind of family can raise a lady like you."

Su Taotao smiled but did not answer.

I thought that no matter what kind of family, they couldn't raise a lady like me, but the future of the 21st century can be seen everywhere.

It turned out that the brine was not completely boiled yesterday before the fire was turned off, and it had already gone bad this morning.

Su Taotao emphasized again: "In this kind of weather, it must be completely boiled before leaving work, and it must be thoroughly sterilized so that it is not easy to spoil. It's okay to change this pot today, but you must pay attention next time."

The second chef bowed his head and admitted his mistake, promising that there would be no next time, and Su Taotao didn't say anything more.

After Su Taotao prepared today's brine, Chef Xu led her to the lounge and gave her two contracts.

"Sign it if you have no problem. This is what I have done to get the best conditions."

Su Taotao took it and saw that the position was consultant with a monthly salary of 40 yuan.

These days, an ordinary worker only gets 30 or 40 yuan for a full month's work. If others knew that Su Taotao only needed to come to work about ten days a month, no, to be more precise, she only worked ten morning shifts, and could get a salary of 40 yuan, and all employee benefits, including various tickets, were the same as those of regular employees, I wonder how many people would be jealous.

She knew that this was indeed the best benefit that Chef Xu had fought for her.

Su Taotao signed on it without saying a word and handed it to Chef Xu: "Thank you, Chef Xu, don't worry, no matter how many months I work, I will prepare twelve recipes for the hotel."

Chen Chen's cheap father might come back to pick them up at any time, and Su Taotao was not sure how long she could work in the hotel.

So there was a clause in the contract that Su Taotao added to protect the rights of the hotel, which was that if she resigned within three months, she would give the brine recipe to Chef Xu unconditionally, and also give him 12 recipes.

This was one of the reasons why the leadership team was willing to keep Su Taotao after trying the brine platter. Chef Xu said that buying a recipe of this level would cost more than a year's salary.

What Chef Xu didn't tell Su Taotao was that the hotel originally offered her a maximum salary of 20 yuan, after all, she had only worked for about ten days and was not under control. Chef Xu tried his best to persuade her and issued a military warrant that the turnover must at least quadruple within a month, which won her an extra 10 yuan and all employee benefits. The other 10 yuan was subsidized from his salary. He voluntarily took 10 yuan less every month and gave 10 yuan from his salary to Su Taotao, so she had this "huge" salary of 40 yuan. After

Su Taotao finished dealing with the hotel affairs, she helped Chef Xu taste the dishes and ate the employee meal before rushing to the photo studio.

The photos have been developed, and the photographer paid for an extra set of photos out of his own pocket. He still takes them out from time to time to admire them and can't let go.

Seeing Su Taotao coming with the list, he greeted her with a smile: "Comrade Su, you and your son were born for the camera. I have been using cameras for decades, and I have never seen people who are so good at taking photos as you." Su

Taotao picked up the photos and looked at them, and was also very satisfied.

She actually knew in her mind that if the photographer did not make any mistakes, as long as he did not accidentally close his eyes, the results of the photos would generally not be too bad. After all, she and Chenchen were both very good-looking.

"I printed an extra set as a souvenir, I hope you don't mind," the photographer was worried that Su Taotao thought he had other ideas, so he quickly took out his private collection album, "Please don't misunderstand, I have always had a hobby of collecting photos, and when I encounter good works, I want to keep them as a souvenir. After all, it's hard to find them by chance. If you don't want to, you can take this set back and give it to you for free, just pretend I didn't say anything."

The photographer was frank, the film was in his hand, if he didn't tell her, Su Taotao would not know that he secretly printed ten more sets for collection, but he didn't do so, and at the same time challenged human nature, normal people would not agree to it, and even a fool would know how to choose such a good thing as getting an extra set of photos for free.

Su Taotao didn't know what the photographer was thinking, maybe the brain circuits of artists are different from those of normal people.

Well, she is not a normal person either.

Because her choice is -

"You can keep the photo, but it's best not to show it to others."

The photographer was overjoyed: "Don't worry, I have professional ethics and won't show it to others. It's purely a personal collection."

Su Taotao actually saw a photo that looked a bit like Chenchen's from the page of his personal collection that he opened. It was a one-inch yellowed ID photo. The boy in the photo looked about ten years old, with delicate features that were impeccable. There was an air of a failed immortal who temporarily fell into the mortal world to survive between his eyebrows. At a glance, Su Taotao actually had a ridiculous thought that "Chenchen probably looked like that when he was ten years old."

However, she had just said that her privacy could not be revealed, and now it would be embarrassing to want to see other people's collections or inquire about the privacy of other photos, so she did not ask more questions.

Su Taotao was very satisfied with several photos, so she kept the negatives and asked the photographer to develop two more sets of photos before taking the photos to the post office to write a letter to Fu Zhengtu.

She was not so petty as not to send photos to Fu Zhengtu. Instead, she was very generous and put all four photos into the envelope at once.

As for the reply, Su Taotao sneered. Isn't it better to be ruthless and talk less? Who doesn't know how to do it?

So, a few days later, Fu Zhengtu, who was so busy at the base that he was smoking, received a three-word reply from his beloved wife at home -

my son

There was no punctuation.

Fu Zhengtu, who was drinking water, was choked by the water. He looked at the photo and the three words, and coughed until his lungs almost flew out of his throat. What

was even more surprising was his colleagues who had worked with him for many years. What kind of family letter could make Fu, who was as calm as a rock and could not stand a mountain collapse, so excited?

When Fu Zhengtu recovered, the handsome face of the goddess Nuwa turned from red to blue, and then from blue to three points darker than the bottom of the pot.

He had been away from home for only two years, but a grassland greener than the Hulunbuir grassland had grown on his head, and his good wife had even given birth to a son with another man!

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