"Dongsheng, come and eat. Try the food Uncle He made and see if it suits your taste."
He Daqing showed a fawning attitude in front of Jia Dongsheng that he had never shown in front of Sha Zhu.
Shazhu was so angry that he almost vomited. If his father had always been so kind, there would not be a shoe print on his face.
He pouted and didn't need anyone else's help to pour the wine. He took the bottle and wanted to pour himself a glass first.
Moutai, he had drunk it only a few times. Today, He Daqing gritted his teeth and bought two bottles. He had to enjoy it.
"Okay, Uncle He."
Jia Dongsheng responded with a smile, then looked at the four dishes and one soup on the table.
Braised chicken pieces, steamed carp, stir-fried bacon, Jia Dongsheng looked at the last dish carefully and realized that it was actually braised toad in sauce.
"Oh my god, where did you get the toad at this hour?"
With a hint of curiosity in his heart, Jia Dongsheng picked up one and put it in his mouth. The aroma of sauce spread instantly.
The taste is amazing. Even if Jia Dongsheng makes braised toad in sauce, it would probably be like this.
Of course, this does not mean that He Daqing's cooking skills can be compared with Jia Dongsheng's, but toads are not cooked much in later generations.
When it comes to cooking, you just have to cook more. The more you cook, the better it tastes.
This is why there is a saying that has been passed down through the generations: if you want to eat delicious food, don’t go to a big hotel, but go to a snack street.
How much traffic does the snack street have every day? How many snacks do we need to prepare? Practice makes perfect. How can it not be delicious?
"Uncle He, you are this."
Jia Dongsheng gave He Daqing a thumbs up, his face full of praise.
"Haha, Dongsheng, you're welcome. Come, let's drink."
In response to Jia Dongsheng's praise, He Daqing laughed proudly, picked up his glass and clinked glasses with Jia Dongsheng.
"Hiss, the wine is good, and the food is even better!"
"Then you should eat more, drink more, and try other dishes to see how they taste."
"Okay."
Jia Dongsheng also tasted the other three dishes one by one. There was no doubt that they were only one or two steps behind the ones made by Jia Dongsheng, but only a professional tongue could tell the difference.
It is difficult to tell the difference for most people who come to the steel mill to enjoy the banquet.
In this way, there would be no problem in letting He Daqing take over his position and prepare the dishes for the reception.
"tasty."
These two words made He Daqing very satisfied. He quickly picked up the wine glass and continued drinking with Jia Dongsheng.
The two of them were drinking very happily. No one paid any attention to Sha Zhu who was sitting next to them. He just drank by himself. As long as he was given a plate of peanuts, he would drink it happily, not to mention the delicious food on the table.
"Dongsheng..."
After eating and drinking for a while, He Daqing felt that the atmosphere was about right and it was time to talk about Jia Zhang's life in old age.
So, taking advantage of the sip of wine he had just taken, He Daqing was ready to have a good talk with his son Jia Dongsheng, asking how he could not support his mother in finding a partner.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, Jia Dongsheng understood what he wanted to say. Jia Dongsheng did not intend to talk about his mother's problems.
He quickly spoke first and said, "Uncle He, after trying your cooking, I feel completely at ease."
He Daqing was stunned by what he said. What did it mean?
Just because you taste my cooking skills, can you leave me in charge without worry?
If I had known this earlier, I would have invited you to dinner a long time ago. Why would you have to wait so long and still not have a companion?
"Dongsheng, what do you mean?"
He Daqing's tone was a little nervous. He expected Jia Dongsheng to say that he would leave his mother to him, but he was also afraid that Jia Dongsheng would not say that. For a moment, his lips trembled a little.
"That's what happened."
Jia Dongsheng smiled and said, "The steel mill will be recruiting again in January, and there will be a vacancy for a head chef in Canteen No. 1. I'm really worried about this position."
"Uncle He, you know that there are plenty of chefs, but to be the head chef of Canteen No. 1, the skills must be excellent. There are only two months left until January. Time is so tight, where can I find a head chef?"
"Hey, Dongsheng, what you said is wrong!"
Before Jia Dongsheng could continue speaking, Sha Zhu could no longer sit still. He had long wanted to go back to Canteen No. 1.
At that time, he will not only be able to learn more about the preparation of hospitality dishes, but also be able to see Qin Huairu every day.
Although there is no chance with Qin Huairu, it is still nice to see her every day, right?
So, when he heard Jia Dongsheng say that Canteen No. 1 was short of a head chef, he immediately felt that this was his chance and quickly said, "Dongsheng, what do you think of me returning to Canteen No. 1 and becoming the head chef?"
"Get out of here, you little bastard."
Before Jia Dongsheng could say anything, He Daqing became angry.
This stupid son actually dared to snatch my opportunity. I didn’t go easy on him when he beat me just now!
Thinking of this, He Daqing glared at Sha Zhu, as if to say, "If you dare to speak again, I will continue to beat you."
Why did He Daqing keep staring at Jia Zhangshi? Wasn't it because other people looked down on him because he was a tricycle driver who was living from hand to mouth, and they were afraid that if he became his wife, he would go hungry nine times out of three days.
If he were to resume his identity as a chef at the steel mill, it would not be a question of whether he could find a partner, but rather a question of how carefully he would choose one.
Facing He Daqing's murderous gaze, Sha Zhu muttered a few times, feeling the burning pain from the shoe prints on his face that had not completely dissipated, and in the end he stopped talking.
Although Sister Qin is pretty, I already have Han Chunyan in my heart. Alas, Sister Qin and I are really not destined to be together!
"Okay, okay, I won't talk, I'll drink and eat, okay?"
Thinking of this, Sha Zhu no longer cared about what Jia Dongsheng and He Daqing talked about next, and focused on eating and drinking.
"Dongsheng, are you saying you want me to go back to the steel mill and be the head chef?"
Seeing that Sha Zhu didn't say anything, He Daqing smiled brightly and asked Jia Dongsheng.
"That's right, Uncle He."
Jia Dongsheng nodded: "I have tasted your cooking skills. Being a chef and making dishes for entertaining guests is no problem at all."
Hearing this, He Daqing smiled even brighter, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be blooming. He immediately poured a glass of wine for Jia Dongsheng: "Dongsheng, thank you so much. Thank you for thinking of your uncle He when you have benefits. I toast you a glass."
As he said that, He Daqing picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
They used a small wine glass of one or two liang of wine. He Daqing almost choked after taking a sip of the wine. The spiciness of the wine made him quickly eat a piece of food to suppress it.
“Haha, Uncle He, you are so polite. We are neighbors. If there is any benefit, of course I will think of you.”
Jia Dongsheng laughed and then took a sip as well, but he didn't drink the whole glass of wine in one gulp. Instead, he took a small sip.
He is not used to drinking in big gulps, but prefers to sip slowly so that he can appreciate the aroma of the wine.
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