Summer, 1956.
City 49, Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, back kitchen of the canteen.
He Daqing, the head chef of the canteen of the rolling mill, held a tea jar and drank water. He looked happily at his son, He Yuzhu, who was learning how to cut vegetables.
Knock, knock, knock!
He Daqing lowered his head and took a sip of tea.
She glanced at her son, who was focused on cutting vegetables, and revealed a gratified smile.
He didn't expect that this silly kid's Horseshoe Blade was still quite impressive!
As expected of my son, He Daqing. He was born to be a chef.
However, she was only happy for two seconds.
The sound of cutting vegetables suddenly stopped!
He Daqing looked up and saw that his son, He Yuzhu, had suddenly stopped for some reason.
Was he distracted?
How could he be distracted while cutting vegetables?
He Daqing had a bad temper, so he threw the towel on his neck at her!
Pa!
He Yuzhu, who was practicing his cutting skills, was hit with a full circle.
"Silly Zhu, what are you waiting for?" He Daqing squinted his eyes and said unhappily," I told you to be distracted while cutting cabbage! How are you going to learn your father's cooking?!"
He Yuzhu was stunned by the towel.
Clang!
He fell down in a daze.
His big head hit the steel plate of the stove and made another clang!”.
F * ck!
He Daqing was dumbfounded!
He quickly threw away the teacup in his hand.
He rushed forward.
He was extremely anxious.
This was going to kill him!
You're my only son!
If I'm gone, who will support me in my old age?
Who's going to be my tool to exploit me!
He had just squeezed them for less than a year!
I haven't earned enough money yet!
He Daqing took two steps at a time and picked up his son.
He knew his son well.
His skin was thick and his body was sturdy!
When they fought, they did not care about their lives.
Why did she suddenly faint?
Did he get a heatstroke?
"Silly Zhu, don't scare me! Did you get a heatstroke?" He Daqing held onto He Yuzhu with his left hand while his right hand pinched his philtrum.
"Aiyo, fuck! It hurts, it hurts!" He Yuzhu's head hurt from being pinched.
He Daqing didn't care about his son's vulgarities.
As long as he was fine!
She quickly helped him up.
She took some cold water from her own teacup and brought it to He Yuzhu's mouth." Drink some cold water to relax and rest for a while."”
Hearing the voice, He Yuzhu opened his eyes abruptly. What greeted his eyes was a middle-aged man in a blue coat. He was fat, had a round face, and small eyes. He had a cunning look.
He Yuzhu was still a little dazed after being woken up by the pinch. However, she subconsciously took the teacup and drank a mouthful of cold water.
Seeing that his son seemed to be fine, He Daqing immediately put on a straight face and whispered," Silly Zhu! I asked you to learn cooking so that you can inherit my position as the head chef of the canteen of the rolling mill in the future. Why can't you listen to me? If you don't learn some skills, how are you going to marry a wife in the future? Why are you…"
At this moment, He Yuzhu.
However, she did not hear her father's nagging.
He felt dizzy.
A large wave of memories surged into his brain and was in the process of merging.
After a brief moment of absent-mindedness, He Yuzhu finally reacted.
She had been watching a TV series about the courtyard house last night. After falling asleep in a daze, she had transmigrated into the young He Yuzhu.
He looked up at He Daqing, who was still nagging, and said,""Are you my father, He Daqing?"
He Daqing was so frightened that his pupils constricted." Silly Zhu! Are you really stupid? You don't even recognize your father?"
Although He Daqing called his son a fool, he knew that his son was not really a fool!
He was just a little straightforward, a little silly, and his brain was not very good at turning.
If his son was stupid, who would he pass on his skills to? Who would help him earn money for his retirement?
His daughter, He Yushui, was definitely not suitable. After all, a married daughter was like water that had been poured out.
"I'm not stupid. Don't call me stupid in the future. I'm not married yet.”He Yuzhu broke free from He Daqing's support and dodged to the side. She patted the stains on her face and retorted unhappily.
He Yuzhu looked at the plump middle-aged man in front of him, who was wearing the chef's coat.
He remembered that the nickname 'Silly Pillar' was given by He Daqing, the father.
There was a saying in the feudal tradition.
Boys had to have cheap names. This way, they would be easy to raise and have a hard life.
Goudan, Gousheng, Buttface, Silly Pillar, Idiot, and so on.
He Yuzhu couldn't care less now.
I'm not an idiot!
"Alright... Alright, I won't shout, I won't shout." He Daqing saw that his son was acting strangely and was afraid that he had hurt his brain, so he quickly comforted him.
He couldn't care less. He could only coax her first.
Crash!
At this moment.
The curtain to the kitchen was lifted.
A middle-aged man in a sweatshirt walked in.
This person was Li Guoli, the kitchen handyman in the cafeteria.
He washed the dishes, cleaned the kitchen, took the vegetables, and did everything.
"Brother Daqing, what are you two doing? The factory is about to close. Why haven't you stir-fried vegetables yet…" He glanced at the steaming pot that had been steamed, then at the half-cut potatoes, and said mockingly to He Daqing and his son.
The staff in the factory canteen mainly ate cornbread made of cornbread and a small amount of white steamed buns.
The dishes were a big pot of cabbage and potatoes.
Moreover, the vegetables and white steamed buns were bought with food stamps. Ordinary people could not afford them.
When He Daqing saw that an outsider had entered, he immediately straightened his posture. It was as if he had returned to being a chef. He gave Li Guoli a sideways glance." You're the one who's so nosy!" Didn't he see that the steamed buns were already ready? He just needed to stew the cabbage and potatoes.”
"Alright, then I'll go clean the big basin with the vegetables.”Li Guoli pursed his lips and turned around to walk to the sink.
Li Guoli wanted He Daqing to teach him how to cook, but He Daqing ignored him.
Seeing He Daqing teaching his son, who did not want to learn how to cook, he was naturally a little unhappy.
He Daqing glanced at Li Guoli, who was walking away, and then quickly walked to He Yuzhu." Silly…"
He almost blurted out the word " idiot " again, but after seeing his son's sharp gaze, he quickly changed his words."Zhu Zi, go back and take a shower first. Change your clothes and rest at home this afternoon. You can't rush learning how to cook.”
"Yes…" He Yuzhu did not refute and nodded.
After He Daqing finished his instructions, he ignored his son and started to cut the vegetables with the kitchen knife to prepare the cabbage and potatoes for lunch.
After all, it was not a joke to delay the canteen's meal later.
In his opinion, He Yuzhu would only suffer from a heatstroke at most. It should not be a big problem.
What was the impact of the fall?
After all, his son had thick skin and was very durable.
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