The Male Lead Doesn’t Cooperate

In a blink of an eye, Song Cunzhen had been staying in the state-run restaurant for two months. During these days, several staff members of the restaurant had almost grasped his cooking skills, and they admired him for such a good cooking skill at such a young age. What they accept from the bottom of their hearts is that he never hides his secrets. If anyone in the store asks him for cooking skills, he will patiently explain them, and even tell them how to make the dishes more beautiful and delicious.

Cooking is their own, they don't have a teacher, Song Cunjiao does not teach them, no one can say anything, even Master Yang has worked in the restaurant for so many years, and has never taught others. Ask her questions, she also hides it, Everyone can see that she is unwilling, and everyone is sensible, so they don't ask her again.

Song Cun taught them without asking, so that they had the idea of ​​bullying newcomers, and he was also very grateful to him. Now Song Cun's status in their hearts even exceeds that of Master Yang. Seeing that Master Yang has a cold face towards Song Cun all day long, they can't help but complain for Song Cun. overbearing.

Chef Wang saw that Song Cun had no secrets, anyone who asked him for cooking skills would teach him, he shook his head secretly, and taught his apprentices to starve the master to death, even if he did not dare to teach his apprentices his housekeeping skills, he had to keep a hand. The kid is still young, so I reminded him privately: "You haven't become a regular, don't leak out everything in your hand."

Not to mention that Song Cun is the younger brother of his son's comrade-in-arms. He is very pleasing, capable, willing to endure hardships, sweet-mouthed, and has no small thoughts. Such a child makes people want to protect him.

Song Cun knew what he was thinking, smiled, and said to him: "I have a lot of recipes in my mind, what they ask is just some basics, and they want to learn my original, unless I take him as an apprentice, a comprehensive and systematic recipe. Teach them."

I lived in the last world for too long, and I went to study food. What he taught was really nothing.

Master Wang saw that he knew what he knew, so he didn't say any more, and didn't ask if there were any other recipes.

In the evening, after finishing his busy work, Song Cun planned to go back to the village. It was the harvest season, and he hadn't gone back for a few days, so he didn't know what was going on at home.

Master Wang knew that he was going back, so he told him: "There is still some stew left in the cauldron, you fill it up and take it home to satisfy your family's hunger."

They work in restaurants and have no shortage of food and drink, but it is rare for family members to have some meat. Song Cun went back every seven or eight days, and he only brought back meat two or three times a month, which was nothing.

"I've planned to take the stew back with me."

Master Yang listened to Master Wang's words at the side, his face was a little ugly, and he couldn't help but said.

She had seen a lot of stewed potatoes with pork left in the cauldron a long time ago, and she planned to take some back to feed her younger son and daughter, but she was extremely upset when she thought that Master Wang would ask Song Cun to bring vegetables back when Song Cun went back today , I heard that Song Cun is a friend of Master Wang's son, so it's not surprising to be close to him.

Hearing Master Yang's words, Master Wang was also a little annoyed when he saw that her face was ugly. He said, "Let's not talk about Song Cun's cooking skills. Song Cun is almost the one who cooks in restaurants these days. Master Yang, you bring dishes every day." Going back, other people only take it two or three times a month, isn’t that too much?”

Others also echoed, "Master Song occasionally goes back to the village, and it's not an exaggeration to bring some vegetables back. Who of us hasn't brought meat and vegetables home?"

Master Yang's body tensed up, and he was also somewhat dissatisfied with the young men in the restaurant. In the past, Sister Yang's eldest sister Yang yelled shortly, but when Song Cun came, she immediately rebelled.

Song Cun smiled and said nothing.

Song Yang couldn't see it. He is Master Wang's apprentice. He has received a lot of favors from Song Cun these days. Song Cun reminded him of many things he didn't understand about cooking. Therefore, his cooking skills have improved rapidly. Even the master They all praised him.

Master Yang's food is too ugly, he looks down on her in his heart, but she cooks better than him, he is just a little apprentice, but Master Song is better than her cook, why should he suppress Master Song? What's more, he has the same surname as Master Song.

Thinking of this, he picked up Song Cun's usual lunch box, put all the meat in the pot into the lunch box, put it in a bag and put it in the front basket of Song Cun's bicycle, and said, "Master Song, it's going to be late tomorrow." Yes, you should go back earlier. Here is the flashlight."

Seeing his actions, Master Yang's expression could not be described as ugly, it was freezing cold, but he knew what to do, but he thought in his heart that she would bring vegetables back every day, these people really had an opinion.

Song Cun took the flashlight with a smile and said, "You guys should go back earlier, I'm leaving."

Master Wang said to him: "I haven't taken a vacation for such a long time, let's take a rest at home tomorrow."

After Song Cun left, Master Wang said, let's get off work, but he didn't say anything. If he figured it out, everyone would be at ease. If he couldn't figure it out, he believed that no one else would feel anything except Master Yang.

The road back to the village from the town, Song Cun walked back and forth countless times during this period, he was already very familiar with it, he rode very fast, and arrived home in less than half an hour for more than ten miles, it was only after eight o'clock, except for a few A child, and the rest of the Song family were still up. Seeing Song Cun coming back, Song's mother got up from the bed and asked, "Why are you back so late?"

Song Cun gave her the lunch box in the car basket: "I haven't been back for a few days, I miss my mother."

Mother Song just laughed, and she said, "If I'm not busy, I'll definitely go to the town to see you. I'm harvesting wheat, so I can't leave."

Song Cun said: "If you are busy, you don't have to go to the town. Am I coming back?"

Li Juan came out of the bath and saw her uncle came back, she quickly surrounded her and saw the lunch box in her mother-in-law's hand, her heart brightened, and she had some meat to eat, she hurriedly asked: "Little brother, what meat did you bring this time? "

Song's mother felt uncomfortable when she heard this, and she didn't scold her daughter-in-law. She looked at her second son and asked with a smile: "Xiaobao is going to work, and it was Chef Wang's kindness to bring the meat back. Do you think that Can Xiaobao bring meat every time he comes back? Is it his fault that he doesn't bring meat back next time?"

When Li Juan heard her mother-in-law's words, she knew that her words had offended her mother-in-law. She said with a bitter face: "Mother, how can it be, isn't this little brother bringing meat back every time, I'm used to it!"

Song's mother hugged the lunch box in her arms tightly: "Your habit is not good, change it quickly. It means that I am not that powerful mother-in-law. If I were replaced by someone else's daughter-in-law like you who stares at my sister-in-law and uncle all day long, I would have been beaten a long time ago. Do you agree with what I say?"

Li Juan's face is a bit distorted, and her mother-in-law didn't know where she learned it recently, either she didn't make mistakes, but if she said something wrong or did something wrong, she was caught by her, and she was forced to ask her whether she would accept it or not, but she was really wrong, If you don't persuade her mother-in-law, she will tell her to go back to her mother's house to find her parents and ask them how they taught their daughters. She gritted her teeth and said, "I accept. My younger brother is going to work. He brings meat. We will follow." Just eat it, and we can’t say anything if we don’t bring meat back.”

Song's mother nodded, and said solemnly: "That's right, knowing your mistakes can make a big difference."

Song Cun laughed all of a sudden, and said, "Mother, you can speak ancient Chinese? You are so talented."

Mother Song straightened her chest. She heard the educated youth say this in class, and she felt very imposing. So I took the educated youth who was in class to tell her for a long time, and then asked the educated youth to write down this sentence. She learned it after a long time behind her back. She can not only speak, but also know the meaning, and she can write it. Now they are literate people, not illiterate.

That's so talented, Song Huaimin and Li Juan felt aggrieved, thinking that it was Song Cun who suggested letting mother go to the literacy class, I don't know if he did it on purpose, it's nothing for mother to go to the literacy class, but it hurt their husband and wife Damn, she doesn't yell at them like she used to, but whenever they don't do what she wants, she will use the big reason to pressure them, but the reason is still the same, and she has to force them to admit their mistakes Row.

Song Cun didn't know the suffering of their husband and wife, so he parked his bicycle, washed up, and went to rest.

Early in the morning, everyone in the family went to the field to harvest wheat. Song Cun came back from exercising and wanted to help, but Song's mother refused to let him go, "It's hard for you to take a day off and rest at home."

Working in a state-run restaurant, there is no distinction between busy and slack, and it is too hard to work in the fields during holidays. Others didn't dare to have any opinions, and Song Cun didn't insist on going, so he made breakfast at home.

Every time they ate the food cooked by Song Cun, the family wished that he could improve their food at home every day. After all, it was just ordinary shredded potatoes, and the taste he fried was extraordinary. But looking at the stewed meat on the table, they rested their minds again. Song Cun went to work in a state-owned restaurant, and occasionally brought some meat back to satisfy their cravings. No matter how delicious fried potatoes are, they can't compare with meat.

After the meal, Song Cun still took the sickle and went to the field to cut the wheat. When Song's mother saw him, she gave him a reproachful look and couldn't stay idle.

Song Cun saw that his mother was sweating profusely, and said, "Mother, rest and cut again."

Song's mother knew that her son loved her and was too tired. After listening to his words, she felt like drinking sugar water, not to mention how sweet it was. She laughed and said, "Mother is not tired, what is this little work?"

Song Cun also knew that he couldn't persuade her, so the movements of his hands quickened, and when he finished cutting the wheat he got, he turned around and helped his old mother cut it.

Seeing the son's actions, Song's mother felt sour and sweet in her heart, and then looked at the second child, after cutting his piece of wheat, she helped his wife cut it, without even looking at her as a mother, she couldn't help it He snorted coldly.

I used to tell her that Song Cun was too spoiled, he was not promising, and it was useless to love him. In the future, he would still rely on the boss and second child when he was old, so she should not be too partial. I really don't blame her for being partial, it's really that the eldest son and the second son are not as caring as Xiaobao, and they know that they love her.

Seeing the youngest son bending over, bowing his head, cutting the wheat hard without making a sound, she has no dissatisfaction. The three sons have three tempers. It is impossible for any son to be as caring and filial as Xiaobao. After all, the eldest son The second son is not such a bastard, and compared with many sons in the village, he is not bad.

But thinking of those people who said that Xiaobao was bad, she sneered, Xiaobao has grown up and changed now, and if she tells her that Xiaobao is not good, she will definitely give him a pee and let them see his little treasure. Is the treasure good or not? Can it be trusted?

Before noon, Song Cun had already helped his mother cut her wheat. Song Huaimin was a little surprised to see that his younger brother cut the wheat faster than him. He smiled and said, "Xiaobao, I finished cutting mother's wheat." Help me cut it?"

Song's mother glared at him: "Do you want to help you eat the lunch at noon?"

Why is the face so wide?

As soon as Song Huaimin choked, he knew that he was a grass in his mother's heart, so he said nothing, just cut the wheat.

Mother Song looked at her youngest son with a gentle expression: "Xiaobao, let's go back."

Song Cun nodded, not planning to help the second brother, after all, he was helping his wife to cut the wheat.