Chen Jianjun didn't look down on He Yuzhu just because he was a level-nine cook.
Most of the time, the level of a cook depended on the standard of the big pot of dishes.
But for Little Zao, He Yuzhu's standard was not low.
Jianjun Chen knew this.
Although his culinary skills were not bad, they could not compare to He Yuzhu, who had a teacher.
Otherwise, He Yuzhu wouldn't have been able to become a leader on the Future List. What kind of food had a leader not eaten? If he was really a level eight cook, how could he be interested in him?
Moreover, Chen Jianjun had eaten He Yuzhu's cooking before. At that time, He Yuzhu had just started working, and his cooking skills were already very extraordinary.
According to Chen Jianjun's estimation, He Yuzhu was at least a fourth-grade cook if he didn't cook in a big pot.
As for himself, he was only at level seven to level six. There was no way to compare.
However, if it was only cooked for himself, the craftsmanship was quite good.
At least, those who had eaten it all said it was good. After all, Chen Jianjun was not a cook.
The two coal stoves were lit up, and the fire began to burn.
Although the things at home were a little old, they were all usable.
The chopping board, kitchen knife, pots and pans were all fine after washing them.
In the afternoon, Chen Jianjun had specially cleaned the knife and polished it again.
It was very sharp.
In two or three strokes, the pork trotters and ribs were chopped up. After blanching them, he poured some of the vegetable oil he had just bought and began to stir-fry them.
Not long after, Chen Jianjun had already transferred the pig's trotters to the prepared clay pot. He added pepper and seasoning, placed them on the coal stove on the other side, and began to braise them.
Then, he heated the oil in the pot and poured in a lot of vegetable oil. The ribs at the side were also simply marinated before they were put into the pot and began to be fried.
The fragrance began to waft out. At this time, Third Uncle also came over with wine.
Seeing Chen Jianjun use precious oil to fry the ribs, Third Uncle's face flashed with a trace of pain.
Chen Jianjun only asked Third Uncle to sit down first.
Unfortunately, the first pressure cooker had not been developed yet. It would only be invented four years later.
Of course, Chen Jianjun could also make a pressure cooker at any time. That thing didn't have much technology, at least in Chen Jianjun's opinion.
With the pressure cooker, the pig trotters would be much faster.
Of course, the clay pot was not slow either.
While Chen Jianjun was busy, every family in the courtyard began to prepare dinner.
However, there was no meat at all.
There were two fried eggs in the second uncle's house, but they were exclusive to the second uncle. Even the second uncle's most beloved eldest son, Liu Guangqi, could not touch them.
Then, there was an old man's house. An old man with a salary of ninety-nine yuan had secretly bought half a catty of braised pork today, preparing to improve it at night.
At this moment, He Yuzhu, who was steaming rice in the kitchen, smelled the fragrance wafting in from the window behind the wall. He muttered with some jealousy,
"Chen Jianjun, this kid, has some skills, but there's something wrong with his brain. He actually invited Third Uncle to drink. He didn't even know to invite me.”
He Yuzhu's house was in the middle courtyard. One of his walls extended out to form the moon gate wall in the backyard. Therefore, behind He Yuzhu's wall was the backyard with a few high windows.
Therefore, if there was any movement in the backyard, he could hear it clearly if the conversation was loud.
The news that Chen Jianjun wanted to buy Third Uncle a drink and a lot of things had spread throughout the entire courtyard.
Many people had the same thoughts as He Yuzhu, but most of them were jealous.
Compared to the others, He Yuzhu was much more straightforward. As a chef, he did not lack food, so he did not care much about the fragrance coming from the backyard.
Furthermore, He Yuzhu had not turned into a bootlicker yet. Although Qin Huiru was very attractive, Jia Dongxu was still fine. Qin Huiru was not a white lotus yet, and her relationship with He Yuzhu was not that intimate.
Jia Dongxu was a second-grade fitter with a monthly salary of 38.6 yuan. It was not bad to support his family. Occasionally, Yi Zhonghai would help out, so his life was not hard.
In addition, He Yuzhu was not the head chef of the rolling mill at this time, and he did not have the opportunity to bring back food. Occasionally, when there was a small stove, he would taste the meat. If he brought back food, it would really be leftovers.
At this time, the Jia family was not peaceful.
Although Jia Dongxu was still around and his salary wasn't too low, he didn't eat meat often. It was already good enough to have two meals a month.
During this famine, it was rare to eat meat. Usually, it would be cornbread, corn paste, and cabbage.
It was already not easy for him not to starve.
The fragrance wafted over. Jia Zhangshi couldn't stand it first. At this time, there was someone stewing meat in the courtyard. It was only Chen Jianjun.
Ever since Chen Jianjun wanted to treat Third Uncle to a drink, Jia Zhangshi had been talking non-stop.
Now that she asked about the taste of meat, Jia Zhangshi couldn't stand it even more.
It had already been half a month, and he had not felt the taste of meat in his mouth.
" Why should Chen Jianjun, whose parents are dead, treat that stingy guy instead of us? He will eat them to death sooner or later. That little bastard must be a thief. Otherwise, where would he get the money and tickets to buy so many things..."
Jia Zhang-shi kept muttering.
After playing for a whole day, the stick had just returned. It smelled the fragrance of meat and even went to the backyard. When it saw Chen Jianjun stewing pork trotters, it instantly became irritated. It shook the corner of Qin Huiru's clothes and muttered,"
"Mom, I want to eat meat. I haven't eaten meat for a long time…"
The eight-year-old boy was very strong and did not have a pale face. He was much better than many other children. Moreover, he was not thin at all and looked quite healthy.
The sound of the stick attracted Jia Zhang-shi's gaze to Qin Huairu, who was boiling corn paste. Smelling the fragrance of the meat coming from the backyard, Jia Zhang-shi's throat rolled a few times and she said unhappily,"
" And you, didn't you hear? My eldest grandson wants to eat meat. As his mother, can't you think of a way? If my eldest grandson goes hungry, I'll make you pay…"
Qin Huairu felt extremely helpless when she heard this. Although Jia Dongxu was good to her, he was more like a mother's boy. He listened more to his mother. Once his mother spoke, other than the little things in bed, he would never say anything.
If it wasn't for Jia Dongxu who doted on her a little, she wouldn't have been able to live with a mother-in-law like Jia Zhangshi.
"Mom, it's not like you don't know our family's situation. Without meat coupons, how can we eat meat? Bear with it for a while. In a few days, when East Dawn Gate rings, we'll have meat coupons.”
Following that, Qin Huairu squatted down and said to the stick,""Awesome, we don't have meat to eat now. Can you bear with it for a few days?”
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