Chapter 93 New Year
early morning.
Zhang Jing got up early in the morning, washed up, and started to work.
"Brother Yi, eat breakfast before going to work."
Zhang Jing looked at Zhao Yi and said with a smile.
"Wait until I bring the braised pork back before eating."
Zhao Yi pointed in the direction of the department store and said.
The department store also has to work half a day on the morning of New Year's Eve. Today, a chef from the factory came over to help cook braised pork as a welfare for the workers of the department store, half a pound per person.
As soon as we got off work yesterday, everyone started chattering and discussing.
Zhao Yi came over with the bowl from home. Since he lived close by, he didn't need to bring a lunch box. Zhang Jing Garment Factory was also not far away, so there was plenty of time for lunch. Therefore, Zhao Yi's family did not have an aluminum lunch box.
"Master Zhao is more convenient. He came directly with a bowl. But you came too early. The braised pork can only be obtained after get off work at noon."
The salesperson teased when he saw Zhao Yi walking into the department store with a bowl.
Zhao Yi came back to his senses all of a sudden. The chef might not have even arrived yet, but he was already busy coming over to get the meat.
With an awkward smile, Zhao Yi quickly ran back.
"Have you received all of them?"
Zhang Jing asked doubtfully.
"The chef hadn't even come yet, so I ran over."
After saying this, Zhao Yi smiled embarrassedly, then picked up his bowl and chopsticks and started eating today's breakfast.
Zhao Yi came to the maintenance shop and started today's work.
Zhao Yi was leaning back in a chair, drinking tea and reading a book. At this time, several salesmen came to his side, moved the bench next to him, and placed the stove where Zhao Yi was warming himself in the middle.
"Why is Liu Wentao making braised pork for us?"
"That's right, why doesn't the factory fire such a person?"
Zhao Yi had turned around and formed a circle with several salesmen. It was not comfortable to sit alone in front of the maintenance table. He was used to sitting by the stove.
"Do you have a grudge against this Master Liu?"
Zhao Yi asked.
"It's not a holiday, it's just that this person has a bad style and I don't like him."
A salesperson said with a rather grim expression that eating the food prepared by Chef Liu Wentao seemed as unpalatable as eating a fly.
"What he cooked isn't tasty?"
Zhao Yi asked.
"That's not the case. If the food they make is unpalatable, the factory cafeteria would have been moved to the workshop long ago."
Another salesperson took over the conversation.
"Let me tell you this, Master Zhao. He lives in the same courtyard as us, and we are neighbors. He didn't marry himself, but he always hangs around other people's wives. Now that her husband has died in the steel factory, it's up to him now, and he visits her even more often.
If it weren't for the fact that the two of them were doing something unknown in the room and there were not so many rumors, Hong Mei wouldn't have been a temporary worker in the garment factory for so many years.
If the people in the yard hadn't stopped him, it would have been strange if the man from Hongmei's family hadn't chopped him to pieces.
Since they were all neighbors in the courtyard, no one went to the street office to report them, otherwise the two of them would have been paraded through the streets with their broken shoes hung on them. ”
At this time, a salesperson explained to Zhao Yi the whole story and why they were annoyed by the cook.
Zhao Yi nodded. With his improper work style, he could not only forget about getting a permanent job, but he might even lose his job if the matter got out of hand. No wonder he did not get the chance to get a permanent job.
Suddenly Zhao Yi remembered that Peng Yiju's master's surname was Hong. It couldn't be such a coincidence.
"Do you think there is something wrong with this guy? Otherwise, why doesn't a good worker find a wife for himself, but is always thinking about other people's wives?"
The speaker pointed to his head.
"If he were stupid, he wouldn't have taken bribes at the steel mill. He often packed lunch boxes and brought them back for Hongmei's children. We have to keep an eye on him today. We can't let him take advantage of our department store."
"If you hadn't told me, I would have almost forgotten about it. I'll have to ask Section Chief Wang to keep an eye on it. If I just cut it a little, no one will be able to see it in the lunch box I brought over."
As he spoke, a salesperson trotted towards the security department, and soon two comrades from the security department went to the kitchen.
Zhao Yi shook his head. How bad must this person's popularity be that everyone in the courtyard would be on guard against him, especially these sales clerks who usually had a good relationship with Zhao Yi. After getting along with them for a few months, Zhao Yi felt that they were all pretty good.
They were not the kind of people who were wary of others or who liked to take advantage of others. They shared the meat with them and, after it was cooked, they would bring a few pieces over for Zhao Yi to taste their cooking skills.
Everyone was chatting and Zhao Yi could only be a spectator. Women's chats were all about gossip. Sometimes they would talk about one topic, and sometimes they would go off on a different topic. Zhao Yi could not keep up with their pace at all.
At noon, everyone started to get off work and lined up to walk towards the temporary canteen.
Zhao Yi also met Master Liu, who had become a legend among many salesmen. He looked to be less than 30 years old, with short hair and a hat. He was quite energetic and did not look like a fool.
However, this matter has nothing to do with Zhao Yi, so Zhao Yi naturally won't ask too much.
After receiving the braised pork, Zhao Yi walked back home.
Zhang Jing had been busy for the entire morning preparing all the ingredients needed for dinner.
I don’t know why, but I always feel like there is endless things to do on New Year’s Day.
“It smells so good.”
Zhang Jing walked over, picked up the chopsticks on the table and tasted a piece.
"Not bad, not bad. It's not much worse than the chefs in state-owned restaurants, but it's a little bit worse than my boss's cooking skills."
Zhang Jing was eating her favorite braised pork and did not forget to praise Zhao Yi.
"I am a serious chef, and our department store has a complete range of condiments, so please stop praising me."
Zhao Yi put the braised pork aside and motioned to Zhang Jing to eat quickly.
After lunch, Zhang Jing turned on the radio, then sat in a wooden chair by the fireplace and rested for a while.
"Leave the afternoon to me, the chef. Just take a good rest."
Zhao Yi said as he looked at Zhang Jing whose belly was already bulging.
"Got it. You'll make me a lazy woman. Don't hit me when the time comes."
Zhang Jing smiled and then took out her favorite pastry and started to taste it in small bites. She didn't know when she fell asleep in a daze.
It was not until the sound of firecrackers was heard that Zhang Jing was awakened from her dream.
“It smells so good.”
Zhang Jing praised as soon as she opened her eyes.
"You're just a sweet talker. Just sit there and wait for me to light the firecrackers and then we can have dinner."
As Zhao Yi spoke, he took out the firecrackers he bought at the department store, lit them, threw them at the door and quickly closed the door. A series of crackling sounds instantly rang out from the door.
Zhang Jing had already sat down at the dining table.
Looking at the fish, chicken soup, dried tofu, and a bowl of braised pork on the table, his eyes were shining.
"You are so nice to be the head of the family."
After Zhang Jing finished speaking, she quickly picked up a few dishes for Zhao Yi, and then picked up some for herself.
"This is just the beginning. The days of enjoyment are still to come. There will be more and more delicious food at home in the future."
Zhao Yi picked up a piece of braised pork for Zhang Jing and said.
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