59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang

In the evening, Sha Zhu arrived as promised.

"Brother Zhu, let me make it clear that I can spend money for this news."

Chen Hao was not completely stupid, and told them about the fact that he spent money to buy steamed buns and treated them to roasted birds.

Sha Zhu was really willing to spend money for his wife.

"Haozi, one yuan is enough!"

"Enough, enough!"

Middleman and intelligence dealer Chen Hao once again got one yuan of Wang Po's labor fee, and he was so happy that he didn't feel hard work anymore, and the steamed bread in the school was not bad.

He wished that time would pass faster.

After all, the cost he paid was just to treat the monitor and his younger brother to a steamed bun.

Earn more than 90 cents with tears and blood, plus a lunch box of delicious food.

"I heard that Teacher Ran likes to eat fish, especially fish cooked with tofu."

Sha Zhu nodded with satisfaction. This time he brought paper and pen and carefully wrote down the news in a small notebook.

"Crazy, I bought the book, but this thing is terrible. I fell asleep as soon as I saw it."

Sha Zhu looked at Chen Feng and said flatteringly: "Or, you analyze it for me, I won't look at it one by one, I'm too sleepy!"

Chen Feng also felt that the thing was hypnotic, but it was not a big problem to deal with it casually.

"Okay, I'll help you look during the day and explain it to you for two hours at night. In exchange, you have to teach me the secret recipe."

"Zhu Zi, I'm talking about the ancestral secret recipe of your Tan family cuisine, not the abridged version with a trick left."

Sha Zhu was a little hesitant. Although he accepted an apprentice at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, he was mentally prepared to pass on the real core to his son and grandson.

This is a family inheritance system, not a master-apprentice relationship that can be loosened.

"Xiao Feng, I can agree to other things, but not Tan's cuisine."

"My father made me swear a poisonous oath that the ancestral secret recipes would be passed down to men but not women, and to sons but not outsiders."

Chen Jianguo, who was playing chess with the old man, said without raising his head: "Tan's cuisine is not okay, but Sichuan cuisine, Shandong cuisine, and halal cuisine are okay."

"That's no problem!" Sha Zhu immediately said: "Secret recipes are also okay."

Chen Feng rolled his eyes.

These secret recipes are all cut-down versions with a few leftovers. Most of the top chefs are inherited from their families and will not be leaked out, allowing outsiders to take over the track of their own descendants.

"Come on, teach me how to make pastries today."

Sha Zhu happily agreed, walked into the kitchen, opened the cabinet directly, and looked at the complete flour, white flour, glutinous rice, sugar, sesame, chili, soy sauce, vinegar, ginger, peanuts, peanut oil, etc. with great envy.

He is a cook, but he doesn't have all these things.

The main reason is that the oil is not easy to get.

He knew very well that if he took the leftovers back, his superiors would not ask for trouble.

But if he took the oil back, once it was reported, the superiors would definitely investigate.

Chen Hao, Chen Li, the old lady, and Zhou Qing all stood by.

The first two came to have a bite, and the second two came to learn.

Sha Zhu didn't mind, anyway, as long as it was not the ancestral Tan family cuisine, it was fine. He learned the Shandong cuisine pastry making cooking skills, which belonged to the kind of cooking skills that could be taught to others.

Mix the dough, sprinkle sesame seeds, cut into pieces, heat oil, pick up and fry again...

A plate of simple hemp leaf pastry came out of the pot.

"Boshan cold cake needs to soak glutinous rice. I'll write down the process. You prepare it tomorrow afternoon. I'll teach you how to make it in the evening."

Sha Zhu picked up a piece of fried pastry and put it in his mouth.

"It's crispy and fragrant, little Lili, do you want to eat it?"

Chen Li said in a coquettish voice: "Yes!"

Chen Feng poured one-third of the plate down, handed the rest to Chen Hao, and said: "Take it to Grandpa and Second Uncle, you guys go eat it too, don't squat in the kitchen."

Chen Hao asked: "Big brother, why don't you divide it again, we can't compete with Second Uncle."

Chen Li nodded on the side.

Chen Jianguo actually didn't eat much, but he liked to tease people, that is, deliberately scrambled wildly, teasing the two little ones to follow suit, fearing that they would not be able to eat it after a while.

"That's fine." Chen Feng smiled.

Three points is definitely a disadvantage for the two little ones.

But they are not smart enough, and they think this is the fairest.

Divide a pot into three plates, Chen Hao and Chen Li took two plates out.

Sha Zhu wrote down the production method of Boshan pastry and gave it to Chen Feng.

"Crazy, I'm going to cook two fish tomorrow at noon, and give one to Haozi as an excuse, and give one to Teacher Ran, is that okay?"

Chen Feng shook his head and said, "Don't worry, wait a while, my mother will come forward and ask Teacher Ran to help.

"Busy tutoring Chen Hao. I will invite you to my house to cook. Show your real skills and let her know what Tan's cuisine is. I guarantee that you will be flattered and send fish to her door."

"There is a saying that goes, if you want to conquer a woman, you must first conquer her stomach."

Sha Zhu thought this was a good idea and made a lot of sense.

The important thing is that once Teacher Ran agrees to tutor, he can teach Chen Feng to cook every day and let Teacher Ran know his skills.

Chen Feng learned the skills of a chef and won the heart of his teacher.

"This is a good idea. You have a way."

Zhou Qing also thought this idea was very good and said, "Chen Hao really needs to tutor. He can't even get 60 points. If he doesn't study hard now, he may not be able to get into college in the future."

"Then tutor. We will all keep an eye on him. "The old lady said.

Outside, Chen Hao didn't know that he was about to start a bleak study life. He was sharing cakes with Chen Li.

After dinner, Zhou Qing asked him if he had done his homework, and he remembered that he still had homework.

Under the electric light, Chen Hao did his homework.

Chen Feng told the old man about his encounter with Xu Damao and the projection team in the afternoon.

"This is a good thing!" The old man said happily: "Originally, we should have shown movies on National Day, but the projection team gave priority to factories. After all the movies were shown at the factories, they gave priority to Red Star Commune. We don't know where our compound will be ranked."

"Yi Zhonghai went there several times, but he couldn't get them to give in."

"You still have a way."

Chen Feng asked: "Grandpa, is this feasible? "

He didn't know if the projection team leader had enough power. This kind of thing was usually arranged by the factory propaganda department, which was a director-level official.

The old man smiled and said, "The projection team is the treasure of the propaganda department, and is more valued than the director of the broadcasting room. If they come forward and change the order, this face will generally be given."

"By the way, when you sell things these days, go find Niu Gengshen. He must have good wine, preferably Maotai, Xifeng, or Fenjiu. "

Niu Gengshen is the logistics director of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, a few levels higher than Ye Jin, and has more resources at his disposal.

Chen Feng didn't have much of a relationship with him before, and was unwilling to take the initiative to ask for help.

Now that the other party has taken the initiative to find them, it's easy to deal with.

In addition, Chen Feng sold some prey to them, which was considered a return of favor, and a gift for Niu Gengshen to come to his door to deliver a job. It was reasonable, and the other party should thank Chen Feng for giving him face.

A question of sequence, but full of human relationships.

If Chen Feng had come to the door before and asked to exchange for a job, who knows if these bureaucrats would have asked for a high price.

Don't believe in their integrity no matter what.