Everyone continued to eat. After Ye Zhiqiu finished his meal, he cleaned up the dishes and washed them with Huang Dahe.
Since we were the only two people here and were younger than them, we didn't dare ask our mistress and aunt to wash the dishes. As for the two younger brothers and sisters, they were all doing their homework.
After washing the dishes, Ye Zhiqiu and the other person sat aside and listened to Chen Yimin explain the work to Wang Lei.
In fact, it is just about teaching him how to do his job. His chefs have grades and they can become regular employees directly after entering the factory.
Ye Zhiqiu also interrupted, "Master, while you can still take the chef level exam, you should hurry up and take it. That way, Master Uncle can give you a high salary according to your chef level!"
Chen Yimin smiled and said, "That's right! We need to continue taking the chef level exam. It would be best if we could get to level two! I'll promote a level two chef to be the canteen director. No one will object to it."
Wang Lei immediately nodded and replied, "Okay, since Dahe hasn't taken the exam yet, let's go take it together. By the way, little disciple, are you going to take the exam?"
Ye Zhiqiu shook his head quickly. He didn't really want to be a chef, so why should he take this exam?
"Master, to be frank, I'm learning cooking from you just to satisfy my own appetite. I don't need to take the exam for this certificate."
Chen Yimin is speechless. This guy is a bit of a headache and has no ambition at all!
Ye Zhiqiu really didn't want to get promoted, because nothing was as good as being a purchasing agent! Not only did he get paid, but he also didn't have to go to work every day. With such a good job, why would he run away to become a cadre?
He didn't want anyone to be unable to do anything to him, so he continued chatting for a while, and then Ye Zhiqiu and the other two said goodbye and went home.
After waving goodbye to Wang Lei and the other person who were going in different directions at the fork in the road, Ye Zhiqiu rode his bicycle back to Sanlitun.
When I got home, it was already nine o'clock and everyone in the family was in the yard enjoying the cool air with a palm-leaf fan.
There was no way. Ye Zhiqiu couldn't get the fan tickets. They were too rare and even the ticket dealers couldn't get them.
After parking his bicycle, Ye Zhiqiu took a stool and sat beside him. He smiled and said to Wang Fugui, "Grandpa, my mother will go to work at the street office tomorrow. I'll have to trouble you to look after my younger sister."
Wang Fugui said happily, "That's a good thing. I'll be teaching Xiao Bailu at home, so it won't be a problem. Besides, your Aunt Liu needs to cut grass and feed the rabbits, so you don't have to worry about things at home."
Ye Wubing also said happily: "Brother, we won't have classes at school tomorrow, so we'll make that slogan. What slogan do you think I should write?"
In fact, the slogans were all pretty much the same, and after the military parade, the columns of workers, peasants, students, cadres, and citizens appeared. From what Ye Zhiqiu remembered, there were seven divisions, twenty-one columns, and a total of over six hundred thousand people!
Therefore, it is a bit difficult for this little guy Ye Wubing’s slogan to be seen by others!
So Ye Zhiqiu said casually: "Just write that unity is strength!"
"Hey, then I'll do this!"
Speaking of this matter, Ye Zhiqiu felt a little depressed. He originally thought that with his master joining the kitchen, he felt that he could get away and also wanted to participate in the National Day celebrations.
As it turned out, the factory's formation had already been decided and had been rehearsed several times, so he could not join the factory's formation and could only participate as an ordinary citizen.
This meant he could only stand on the street and watch others walk through Tiananmen Square! This really pissed him off, because if he stood on the street and watched, he wouldn't feel like he was participating.
Ye Tianya said happily: "This is my first time to participate in this kind of event. Godfather, are you guys going to watch it?"
Wang Fugui shook his head and said, “Forget it, every time I have such an event, my legs and feet are not convenient, and I have to lose a pair of shoes when I participate.
Because there were so many people, my shoes often got stepped on on the heels, and once they fell off, I couldn't find them again. It was so crowded that I couldn't even squat down to pick up my shoes!
Ye Zhiqiu laughed and said, "Haha, Grandpa, you lost your shoes after being stepped on, so you've gained some experience!"
"There are really too many people, and the cheers are deafening. Xiao Bailu is still young, so it's better for us to stay at home."
Wang Xiaolan also nodded in agreement and said, "It's better to stay at home. Let's not join in the fun!"
After hearing this, Ye Zhiqiu didn't want to go anymore. At Wang Xiaolan's urging, he went to get clothes and water to take a bath.
Wang Xiaolan wanted to wash her clothes and go to bed early because she was worried that she would not be able to sleep. She is quite self-aware.
After a good night's sleep, Comrade Feng Xiaomei in my dream was no longer cold and silent!
Unfortunately, after Ye Zhiqiu woke up, he simply took off his pants, washed them, and hung them up in the space.
Otherwise Wang Fugui would see us outside, it would be very embarrassing!
It was already nine o'clock in the morning, but Ye Zhiqiu was not in a hurry because he planned to go out at two o'clock in the afternoon. After delivering the chicken, he would go home with Master Han Jing to cook.
I'll deliver the fish tomorrow night, so I can bring the pork and side dishes the day after tomorrow and start working right away.
Having two chefs is quite convenient. For example, Li Bicheng can just say hello to Manager Ma and leave his son Li Weimin to cook. Since there aren't many ingredients to cook anyway, he can handle it alone.
As for Wang Lei and his partner, it was even more convenient. Since they had three days off for National Day, he would go through the onboarding process today and would only start work on the 4th.
While drinking porridge, Ye Zhiqiu remembered something and asked Wang Fugui, who was teaching Ye Bailu how to write, "Grandpa, do you know when Peking University's school is over in the evening?"
Wang Fugui asked curiously, "What's the matter? I asked to get you a library card, but you said no. Why are you asking this?"
"Oh, after I'm done with these two days, shouldn't I go and make an appointment with Feng Xiaomei? She only told me that she goes to and from school at the East Gate, but she didn't say what time she gets out of school in the evening!"
When he heard that it was to meet Feng Xiaomei, Wang Fugui explained cheerfully, "The school dismissal time is not fixed, it depends on the arrangements of the day.
If there are no practical classes, the school will end at 5 o'clock in the afternoon. If there are practical classes, then it will be closer to 6 o'clock. "
Ye Zhiqiu nodded. He remembered that at that time, the school attached great importance to labor education and social practice. Students were often arranged to take labor classes and various practical classes.
We will really arrange for you to learn farming or raising pigs, and it’s not just talk.
So when college graduates came out back then, they weren't completely clueless. Quite the opposite. Some of them even possessed more specialized knowledge than farmers!
Ye Zhiqiu asked curiously, "Grandpa, do college students really teach how to castrate pigs and chickens?"
Wang Fugui looked puzzled and said, "Why do you think so? That depends on what major you're studying! You can't let a liberal arts student learn pig farming. Where can we get so many pigs for so many students to castrate?"
"Huh? So not everyone takes this course? I thought all university students would have this kind of training..."
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