Siheyuan: Domineering life

Chapter 830 If it weren’t for the loess and white bones, I would have no worries for a hundred years

Zhao Juhua is in the kitchen next door.

After a while, Yi Qiushui accompanied her over.

At this moment, she was relatively sober. If people didn't know the details, they wouldn't have known that she suffered from Alzheimer's disease.

As soon as he entered the room, Yang Jun said: "Sister Juhua, the porridge is free again this morning."

"what?"

Zhao Juhua was stunned for a moment, then apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Yang, I'll pay attention next time."

Yang Jun raised his hand to stop her from continuing, and continued: "Not only this morning, yesterday afternoon, and the lunch meal the day before yesterday, I can't eat it. If this continues, let's not talk about whether the meal can be eaten. Do you know how much it will be wasted? Food?”

Seeing this, Yi Qiushui hurriedly came to Yang Jun and kept poking his arm with her hand to signal him not to say that.

Not to mention that Zhao Juhua has worked hard for so many years and has worked hard even without credit. Besides, she can't say this in front of her two sons.

Yang Jun seemed not to notice, and continued: "I also know that you are sick, but we have to face reality, we can't eat that kind of food every day, right?"

"You said you wasted so much food. Should I deduct your money or not?"

When Zhao Juhua heard this, she became anxious.

His hands were trembling, and his face had a wry smile.

"Mr. Yang, I'm really sorry. The wasted food can be deducted from my salary, but I beg you, don't fire me. Dacheng [-]% ​​is not living a good life now. I can't live without this job."

When Zhao Dacheng and Zhao Ercheng heard this, their eyes were red with tears in their eyes, and they lowered their heads in shame.

Yi Qiushui kept poking Yang Jun beside him, but Yang Jun simply stood up and walked to Zhao Juhua with his hands behind his back.

"Sister Juhua, this is not a matter of deducting money or not. Do I care about the money? I just don't want to eat that kind of food anymore."

"Mr. Yang, please..."

Yang Jun saw that it was almost done, so he said: "Sister Juhua, do you think this can work?"

"How about you quit and let your two sons come over and cook for me?"

Zhao Juhua was stunned for a moment, then looked at Yang Jun with doubtful eyes.

Now his two sons are working as chefs in the factory cafeteria. What can I say about the salary? If they are neither good nor bad, they will starve to death and they will not make a fortune. She has also considered letting her two sons take over his job. After all, Yang Jun's salary is from the factory. It's more than three times what it was.But she also knew Yang Jun's rules and never allowed men to stay in the house, so out of this consideration, she did not say this.

"Mr. Yang, are you breaking the rules for me?" Zhao Juhua asked.

"Of course the rules can't be broken."

Yang Jun said: "As you know, we are going to move recently, and there happens to be a shortage of cooks in the community canteen, so please ask your son to come and help."

"Don't worry, I won't treat them badly. The salary is the same as yours. Sister Juhua, what do you think?"

The villa community has a clubhouse, which has a swimming pool, billiards room, gymnasium, etc., all of which require dedicated personnel. In addition, there is a canteen in the community that specializes in cooking for the people in the community.

You know, there are a lot of people living in this community. They are all rich and basically don’t know how to cook by themselves. Therefore, it is necessary to have a canteen in the community. When you don’t want to cook, you can go to the canteen to eat. , it’s very convenient even if you’re inviting guests to have a drink or a dinner party.

Zhao Dacheng and Zhao Ercheng's cooking skills are still trustworthy. They learned good cooking skills from their grandfather who worked as a cook in the State Guesthouse, and the meals they cook are no less impressive.

"Mr. Yang, thank you!"

When Zhao Juhua heard this, she burst into laughter and bowed deeply to Yang Jun.

Zhao Dacheng and Zhao Ercheng heard this and quickly thanked them in unison.

"Thank you, Uncle Yang."

Only then did a few people understand why Yang Jun had made trouble for Zhao Juhua just now, because he wanted Zhao Juhua to retreat. In addition, he was also a nostalgic person. He did not treat Zhao Juhua badly, and he also found a son for her two sons. It was a good job to make a living, and you should know that Yang Jun's salary was not low, almost three times that in the factory. If she worked with Yang Jun, she would no longer have to worry about her two sons.

"Okay, okay, we are all family members, no need to be so polite."

Yang Jun said: "You two can resign first. We will move in the next two days. Then you can just go to work over there."

"Thank you, Uncle Yang."

Zhao Dacheng and Zhao Ercheng bowed again.

"Oh, by the way, you are chefs and know a lot of people. Please help me keep an eye on whether there are any female chefs who are good at cooking. If there are, help me find them. The salary and benefits are the same as yours. ." Yang Jun said.

After hearing this, the two of them said in unison,

"Wei Jing!"

After the two finished speaking, they looked at each other and smiled.

Zhao Dacheng said: "We brothers thought of going together."

After finishing speaking, he turned back to Yang Jun and said: "Uncle Yang, this Wei Jing's cooking skills are really amazing. The food he cooks is more delicious than what my grandfather cooked, but..."

After finishing speaking, he said with a sad look on his face: "But I am now a first-class chef in the State Guesthouse. I may not give up such a good treatment to come and cook for Uncle Yang."

Yang Jun nodded after hearing this.

Zhao Dacheng told the truth.

These days, the concept of the iron rice bowl is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. No one is willing to give up the iron rice bowl and work for the private sector. Besides, the salary of a first-level chef in a state hotel is not low. As far as Yang Jun knows, the salary of a first-level chef seems to be It costs more than 90 yuan, which is about the same as an eighth-level craftsman.

"Let's do this. You two brothers must work hard to lure me Wei Jing no matter what the cost. As for the salary, I will start with two hundred yuan for the time being. If it doesn't work, you can add more." Yang Jun said.

These days, there are too few female chefs, and they are basically all male. It is difficult for someone like Yang Jun to find a private female chef.

Although Zhao Juhua is good at cooking, she can no longer continue working due to illness. As for Miao Juan, she is currently working as a chef at Nalan Qingmeng and cannot be transferred.

Once Zhao Juhua resigns, only Ma Xiangxiu and Ku He are left in the family. Since Yang Anguo made money by investing in the winery, Ma Xiangxiu resigned and became a full-time wife at home, and only Ku He is left. Since Kuhe's daughter Xiaoduo got married, she went to her daughter's house to take care of her grandson. Now there is no one to cook at home.

Zhao Dacheng and Zhao Ercheng were shocked when they heard this.

The salary of two hundred yuan a month is simply astronomical. Even the eighth-level workers in the factory cannot get this salary. However, they are envious, but they cannot replace Wei Jing because men are not allowed in Yang Jun's house. , however, they can get more than 100 yuan a month, which is considered a high salary. Yang Jun is very generous and they are very grateful.

"Uncle Yang, don't worry, our brothers will definitely help you dig Wei Jing over." The two said in unison.

"Good good."

Yang Jun responded a few times, then turned back to Zhao Juhua and said: "Sister Juhua, it's not terrible to be sick. We have to treat it. Anyway, we have been destined for ten years. Let's do it this way. After you retire, you can still return from the hospital every year." What do you think of me getting a pension of 1000 yuan?"

When Zhao Juhua heard this, she quickly declined and said, "No, no, there's no point in getting paid without working."

Yang Jun smiled and said: "Why not? Workers still have pensions when they retire. Although my place is not a factory, we have to have what they have."

"Mr. Yang..."

"Okay, it's settled. From now on, you will receive a pension from me every month."

Seeing this, Yi Qiushui quickly advised, "Sister Juhua, please don't refuse. This is our little thought."

Zhao Juhua looked at them gratefully with tears on her face.

"Mr. Yang, Madam, I...I don't know how to thank you enough."

"What's there to be grateful for? This is what you deserve." Yi Qiushui said.

Yang Jun sighed deeply when he heard this.

State-owned enterprises are different from private enterprises. In this era, very few people can receive retirement wages. Especially at the turn of the 90s and 99s, [-]% of state-owned enterprises are facing corporate reforms, mergers, and bankruptcies. Many workers have not survived until retirement. They are unemployed, so they can no longer count on any retirement salary. After being laid off, many workers make a living on their own and work hard every day to survive, not to mention taking a break and enjoying happiness.

Zhao Juhua is very grateful to Yang Jun, who not only allowed her to retire with dignity, but also solved her son's worries. Now she also allows her to receive retirement salary every year. Her life is considered complete.

"Okay, Sister Juhua, pack up your things today and go home with your son. From now on, you can enjoy happiness at home," Yang Jun said.

"Then...who will cook for you these days?" Zhao Juhua asked anxiously.

Hearing this, Yang Jun and Yi Qiushui looked at each other with a touch of emotion in their eyes.

As expected of someone who gets along day and night, I was still thinking about their meal before leaving.

The two of them increasingly felt that no amount of care for Zhao Juhua could be too much.

"Sister Juhua, don't worry and go back. If we don't starve to death, my husband doesn't need you to cook." Yi Qiushui held Zhao Juhua's arm and said.

When Yang Jun heard this, his head turned black.

The lines that originally belonged to him were taken over by Yi Qiushui.

"Mr. Yang, can you?"

Faced with Zhao Juhua's question, Yang Jun could only bite the bullet and said: "Of course."

"Sister Juhua, let me tell you, the food I cook is much more delicious than yours."

As soon as he finished speaking, several people burst into laughter.

Yang Jun is a master who never touches Yang Chunsui. Let him eat just fine, and let him cook better than anyone in heaven.

"Mr. Yang, how about I ask Dacheng to come over and cook for you in the next two days?" Zhao Juhua said.

Yang Jun waved his hand and said: "No, you can go back without worries. Can our whole family starve to death?"

"Okay, now that you have said so, I feel at ease. If necessary, please inform me at any time."

Later, Yang Jun and Yi Qiushui personally sent Zhao Juhua to the door.

After the three mothers left, Yi Qiushui and Yang Jun looked at each other.

Then, Yi Qiushui suddenly said: "What... I have something to do in my unit, so I'll leave first. I'll leave the dinner to you."

After saying that, regardless of Yang Jun's resentful eyes, he and Sun Zhaodi jumped into the car and disappeared.

After Yi Qiushui left, Yang Jun returned to the courtyard alone.

He locked the door and went to the backyard alone.

Now the family is completely quiet, everyone has left, and he is the only one left.

Yang Huai, the fifth child in the middle, went back home, was scolded by him and ran away.

As for Wang Yuying, Yang Liu gave birth to another child, and she went to take care of the confinement child.

Yang Jun was doing nothing in the backyard, reading for a while, and then fell asleep unknowingly. When he woke up, he looked at the time and saw that it was almost time to get off work.

So, I went to the bathroom, washed my face, and then went to the front yard feeling exhausted.

"Brother, open the door for me. I'm hungry."

Yang Huai knocked weakly on the door outside.

When Yang Jun heard this, he was furious.

This bastard has nothing to do all day long. When he's full, he goes out to get into trouble. After getting into trouble, he goes home to eat. He's a complete rice worm.

However, fortunately today, this guy did not cause trouble outside, otherwise, he would not be the only one following him back.

Just as Yang Jun was about to open the door for him, something suddenly occurred to him.

"You wait outside for a while, I still have two dishes that haven't been cooked yet."

"Brother, you're already at the door. Opening the door won't delay your cooking."

Yang Huai saw through the crack in the door that Yang Jun had arrived at the gate. His little eyes were darting around, and his hands were knocking on the door rhythmically.

"Let you wait a moment, where is all this nonsense?"

Yang Jun gave him a lesson, then turned around and went to the kitchen.When he came to the kitchen, he first put away the things on the dining table, and then sat on the chair next to him.

With eyes closed, human consciousness has entered the space.

It had been a long time since he had taken food out of the space, and he had even forgotten where the food was originally placed.

After rummaging for a while, I found the prepared meal behind a pile of ingredients.

He remembered that he had prepared these meals and put them in the space to replicate ten years ago. Unexpectedly, ten years later, these meals were still steaming as if they had just come out of the pot.

He first took out a stack of attractively colored lion heads.

The lion's head was still steaming, so he took one with his hand and put it in his mouth.

"Well, it still smells the same."

Yang Jun lamented that the space function is really powerful. I thought it had expired after being stored for such a long time, but I didn't expect it to still look like it was freshly baked.

He stuffed the remaining half of the lion's head into his mouth, and then with a thought, he took out another piece of saliva chicken, followed by boiled cabbage, soy-flavored beef, Dongpo pork, Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, pine nuts and corn, quail fresh chicken, and Wensi tofu. , shrimp balls with anchovies, bullfrog with red oil, meatballs with vegetables, sweet and sour pork ribs, sweet and sour pork loin, roast goose, roast duck, squirrel mandarin fish, golden jade mandarin soup, scallion chicken, West Lake vinegar fish, Hangzhou beef fillet, vinegar cabbage , shredded taro, egg yolk tofu, white-cut chicken, white peony-based shrimp, sweet and sour pork, steamed seabass, brine shrimp, nine-turn large intestine, Sixi meatballs, braised eggplant...

"Wocao, you were careless."

Yang Jun screamed.

Looking at the dozens of dishes on the table, he felt a little dazed.

I just looked through the space and found a lot of delicious food. I didn't expect to take out so much at once. The whole table couldn't be placed, and there were about ten dishes still on the floor.

Yang Jun wanted to take some back, but after thinking about it, he decided not to.

So, he stood up, picked up the dishes on the floor and placed them on the table next to him, and then took out a jar of top-notch daughter's red from the space.

After doing this, he looked at the delicious food on the table, nodded with satisfaction, and then went to open the door for Lao Wu.

As soon as the door opened, they saw that Yang Yu, Yangmei and Yi Qiushui had returned.

"Brother, do you want to starve me to death?"

Yang Huai sat on the steps at the door, looking weak and hungry.

"You're starving to death." Yang Jun said angrily.

When Yang Huai heard this, his face suddenly wrinkled and cried.

"Brother, you were not like this before."

"Ever since you had your son, you have never loved me again."

When Yang Jun heard this, he snorted coldly, ignored him, and then turned around and went back.

Seeing this, everyone entered the house one after another.

Seeing Yang Huai still lying on the ground unable to get up, Yang Yu sighed and patted Yang Huai's shoulder.

"Fifth brother, you are such an old man, why haven't you recognized the reality? Boss Yang is no longer the boss Yang he used to be. We are just his younger brothers and sisters, not his sons. Why should I love you all my life?"

"Fourth sister, you're not married, and you haven't changed yet, right?" Yang Huai hugged her legs and said coquettishly.

Yang Yu's expression changed when he heard this: "No, no, no, I have changed too. The change is bigger than Boss Yang."

No one can resist a thing like Yang Huai on the stall.

Yang Yu didn't want to be entangled with this younger brother, so she quickly shook him off and walked inside.

"Fourth sister, why have you changed too?"

Yang Huai sat on the ground, wanting to cry but without tears.

At present, almost everyone in this family does not want to see him. Even his mother, Wang Yuying, sighed when she saw him.

"It's not us who have changed, it's you who have changed." Yang Yu said without turning around.

……

At the dinner table, everyone looked at the table full of sumptuous dishes in shock and dared not move their chopsticks.

"Brother, you prepared all the dishes on this table?" Yang Mei swallowed.

Yang Jun poured the wine and said, "I didn't do it, how could it be the snail girl?"

"Brother, you are so awesome." Yang Yu said with a thumbs up.

Yang Jun rolled his eyes: "Stop flattering me. Do you think I didn't hear what Lao Wu and I were saying bad things about me behind my back just now?"

"Brother, you must have heard wrong. Lao Wu and I were praising you behind your back just now." Yang Lao Si denied it seriously.

Yang Jun rolled his eyes when he heard this.

If he wasn't afraid of being called a monster, he would definitely expose their background.

When everyone was filled with wine, Yang Jun held the wine glass and said,
"Our mother is not at home. I am the oldest here. Let me say a few words."

Yang Jun paused and then continued: "The new house has been renovated and you can move in starting tomorrow. Before moving in, our family will have a meeting to discuss how to allocate the house."

"However, this matter is not urgent. We will call everyone over for a meeting tomorrow night."

As soon as Yang Jun finished speaking, he heard Yang Huai say: "Brother, can we still have such a table of food tomorrow night?"

The food was really sumptuous, and it was the first time they had seen such sumptuous dishes. There were all kinds of dishes on the table, and there were dishes from all factions, which they had never heard of.

"You only know how to eat?" Yang Jun rolled his eyes and said, "Do you think the snail girl is very idle?"

"Ha ha!"

Everyone laughed loudly, and Yang Laosi looked at Yang Huai with care and concern.

After Yang Jun glared at him, he continued: "As for you, prepare for the next two days. Pack up what needs to be packed, pack what needs to be packed, and start moving after tomorrow."

"Got it, big brother."

Everyone said in unison.

"Come on, let's do it."

Yang Jun roared, and everyone started to move their chopsticks.

"Hey, hey, hey, Yang Laosi, you are also the director of the steel rolling mill, can you be a little embarrassed?"

"Meiko, pay attention to your ladylike image."

"Qiu Shui and you are drooling."

"..."

A sumptuous dinner revealed the true colors of this group of people. They showed whether they were eating or not, and whether they were sitting or not. The whole family simply stood up with bowls in hand to eat the mobile meal.

"Lao Wu, leave one Sixi meatball for me."

"Mei Zi, that's too much. The roast duck is all in your saliva, how can others eat it?"

"..."

Everyone was rushing to eat. Almost no one spoke during the whole process, and the restaurant was filled with the sound of chattering.

Old God Yang Jun was sitting there, drinking a small drink without a sip. With so much food, he didn't believe that they could eat nothing?
It's no wonder they rushed to eat. After all, these meals were prepared by first-class chefs in the state guesthouse. Ordinary people have never tasted them. Even the bayberry, which has a good life, they are rushing to eat.

Yang Jun looked at the scene of the brothers and sisters playing with a warm smile on his face.

If it weren't for the bones of loess, he would have protected this family for hundreds of years.

……

Early the next morning.

Yang Jun was doing morning exercises when a visitor came to his door.

The person coming was Zhao Dacheng, and behind him was a 21-year-old girl.

"Uncle Yang, good morning."

Zhao Dacheng held a bag of fruit in his hand, crossed his hands, and stood there respectfully greeting Yang Jun.

"Good morning, Dacheng."

Yang Jun stopped training, walked over, and pointed at the heroic little girl behind him.

"Who is this?"

"Oh, Uncle Yang, let me introduce you..."

Before Zhao Dacheng could finish speaking, the little girl behind him stepped forward, smiled and extended her hand.

"Hello, senior leader, my name is Wei Jing, the first-level chef of the Chinese restaurant in the National Military Museum. Please take care of me."

Yang Jun was startled when he heard this.

"Oh, so you are Wei Jing."

"Long admiration, long admiration."

Yang Jun quickly shook hands with her.

"Oh, the big boss has heard of me?"

Yang Jun was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

It was just a polite remark, but I didn't expect that Wei Jing would actually take it seriously.

However, he quite liked this little girl's cheerful personality.

No pretense, no hypocrisy, just say what you have to say.

This is good, and it makes me happy to get along with such people.

Yang Jun smiled and said, "Would you be unhappy if I said this was a polite comment?"

When Wei Jing heard this, her red lips pursed slightly.

"Definitely. I didn't expect that the big leader is also an unhappy person."

Seeing her like this, Yang Jun suddenly laughed: "Haha, I'm kidding you. The Dacheng brothers often praised your cooking skills in front of me, saying that you are a heroine. You are one of the best in the state hotel. Those who eat Everyone who eats your food will give you a thumbs up."

"really?"

Wei Jing jumped up happily, then patted Zhao Dacheng on the shoulder: "Brother, I didn't expect that my position is not low in your mind."

Zhao Dacheng smiled bitterly and stood there with an embarrassed look on his face.

He is simply illiterate, and Yang Jun's complimentary words were not his at all.

However, in front of Yang Jun, he could not deny that he had not said this. Wouldn't that make Yang Jun unable to step down?

"Yes, yes, otherwise I wouldn't recommend you to Uncle Yang, right?"

"Dude, thanks."

Wei Jing said carelessly: "No matter whether this thing can be done today or not, I will treat you to Yangchun noodles later."

(End of this chapter)