Ye Zhiqiu waved and rode away on his bicycle. He still didn't have lunch, only some peanuts, but he did drink several glasses of wine!
After making an appointment to go to Chen Yimin's house in the evening, Ye Zhiqiu said he was going to look for fish to make boiled fish for his master.
This master liked this spicy and fragrant boiled fish and gave it a particularly high evaluation. So Ye Zhiqiu catered to his taste and made this dish for him when he went there.
When he returned home, Ye Zhiqiu parked his bicycle and walked into the living room. He saw Wang Xiaolan, with a happy face, looking at a piece of paper with Liu Cuihua.
He immediately realized that this must be Wang Weihua delivering the job application letter, and immediately asked with a smile: "Mom, Aunt Liu, is this the job application letter? Where are Grandpa and my little sister?"
Wang Xiaolan said happily, "Son, you're back! Yes, Director Wang asked me to go and handle the job application tomorrow! Your grandfather took the third child home, saying he was going to get something."
Liu Cuihua also expressed her gratitude: "Xiaoye, thank you for raising those rabbits for me! I now have some work to do. It's just a pity that I won't be able to make sweet potato vermicelli anymore!"
"Well, it's all just a small matter! There's nothing I can do about it. My mother has to go to work, and she can't do this job alone. Otherwise, I could bring back a small amount and let you do it all by yourself."
There is no other way. One person cannot do it, but it takes at least two people to grind the pulp.
Although it was a pity to miss out on making money, Liu Cuihua felt that it was more important for her sister-in-law to go to work.
Seeing porridge and vegetables on the table, Ye Zhiqiu poured himself a bowl of porridge and explained with a smile: "I was so miserable today, so I went to buy some things and sent them to Brother Yongjun's house.
The two aunts questioned me about Feng Xiaomei for a long time. They whispered in my ear for so long that I didn't even dare to stay for lunch..."
"Haven't you eaten yet? Then eat first. It's already past two o'clock..."
Cold porridge and cold dishes were just the right amount of comfort to eat in this hot weather. After finishing two large bowls of porridge, Ye Zhiqiu was finally full.
Only then did he say to Wang Xiaolan, "Mom, I have to go to my master's house for dinner tonight to discuss my master chef Wang Lei's job in the factory cafeteria.
"My uncle originally wanted to assign me the job of head chef in this cafeteria. I have to go and explain this to avoid upsetting my uncle."
Wang Xiaolan asked curiously, "Son, which pay is higher as a chef or as a purchasing agent? Why don't you want to do that? Oh, and didn't your master run a restaurant?"
Ye Zhiqiu then nationalized the restaurant and briefly explained the plan of converting it into a breakfast shop.
As for the salary, Ye Zhiqiu pointed at the job application and said to Wang Xiaolan with a smile, "This job application cost me 350 yuan! Mom, do you think being a chef or a buyer is better?"
Liu Cuihua was so shocked that she asked in disbelief, "Zhiqiu, your mother spent 350 yuan on this job? How can you have so much money when you just started working?"
Wang Xiaolan was also surprised and said, "Son, I calculated how much you've spent these days. I'm afraid it's no less than 600 yuan. Oh my god, is being a buyer so profitable?!"
"Nonsense! How can a buyer make so much money? Only your son, the buyer, can make so much money! If you knew how much chickens, ducks and geese Guang Yutang and Yongjun traded that time.
Including the money I made from helping sell pigs to other villages, the difference and my share of the profits was over 400! So what use was I to be a chef?
Anyway, once I, the master chef, start working, I can still go in and out of the canteen’s kitchen as I please, and I won’t need to work there at all!
Besides, I won’t have to travel so far to learn from my master, and I can go back to the factory to work every other day. Life like this is pretty good…”
After listening to Ye Zhiqiu talk for a long time, the two of them didn't remember whether it was good or bad, they only remembered how much money he earned!
Wang Xiaolan said very seriously, "No! Whoever wants to be a chef can do it! Son, just be a good buyer and earn enough to support three, four, five, or six grandchildren first, then you can worry about anything else!"
Liu Cuihua also agreed. In her opinion, isn't work all about making money? Since being a buyer can make money, why would she become a chef, which doesn't make that much money?
Ye Zhiqiu said with a grin, "Okay, but can you lower your goals a bit? We can't take care of three, four, five, or six children!"
"What are you afraid of? Mom will help take care of them. I'll carry one on my back and hold one in my arms!"
"Haha, if Zhiqiu really has so many children, I'll come over and help you take care of them every day!"
It's a joke, but it's not a real joke! Because people in this era think that having more children is a blessing!
What can I say? I can only say that the cost of raising a child is that he or she will not starve or freeze!
It's not like Ye Zhiqiu's descendants, who all rolled up their sleeves for education, hobbies, clothing, etc...
They try every possible means to create anxiety and empty the people's wallets!
Ye Zhiqiu washed the dishes, then saw that it was still early, so he went to get some water and took a shower. He had been cycling for half a day and was sweating a lot.
After washing the clothes, he saw Wang Xiaolan and the others starting to wash the sweet potatoes, so he casually asked, "Mom, are you going to work overtime to prepare these sweet potatoes?"
Wang Xiaolan nodded and said, "Yes, let's ask them to help tonight and grind all the sweet potatoes. Now that we have everything back, we can't just leave them there to eat. We should work hard and make this batch."
"Okay then. After the vermicelli noodles are made, divide them into two portions and keep them for home! Oh, and I'll take some and send some to my uncle and the others. This stuff is really hard to buy!"
In fact, sweet potato vermicelli is only difficult to buy in Beijing because Beijing is not a major sweet potato producing area.
If it were in other regions where sweet potatoes are grown in abundance, vermicelli would not only be inexpensive but also easy to buy, and there would not even be any regulations prohibiting the making of sweet potato vermicelli.
Wang Xiaolan was surprised and said, "Son, this is all money! Why do you keep so much?"
"Mom, can you buy vermicelli when you go out? This stuff is really rare. It's easier to buy meat than vermicelli!
Plus, this thing can be stored, so it's perfect for giving as a gift or exchanging something."
After hearing what Ye Zhiqiu said, the two of them agreed with his statement. Because vermicelli in the capital is indeed a hard currency, otherwise it would not be sold at a higher price than pork.
After Ye Zhiqiu finished hanging up the clothes, he started to help wash the sweet potatoes. He worked until five o'clock, when the sweet potatoes were almost washed. Then he said goodbye and pushed his bicycle out.
Boiled fish usually uses snakehead carp and grass carp, but Chen Renfu prefers grass carp. So when Ye Zhiqiu was about to arrive at Chen's house, he took a grass carp weighing nearly six pounds from the fish pond in the space and put it in the basket.
When Ye Zhiqiu saw Chen Yimin and his two children at the alley entrance, he immediately rang the bell and said with a smile, "Weiguo and Weihong, are you just back from school?"
Chen Weiguo replied with a smile: "Hello, Brother Ye, yes, I just got back here from school!"
Seeing the big fish in Ye Zhiqiu's basket, the gourmet Chen Weihong asked happily, "Brother, are you making a new dish today? What are you going to make with this big grass carp?"
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