Rolling his eyes, Zhang Hao asked seriously: "Brother Yuanchao, what is bamboo shoot barbecue? Is it delicious? You were really fart when you were a child, not a good boy. Our teacher said that children should not be naughty, they should be obedient and sensible, and they should behave well

Study, become a useful person to society in the future, and contribute to the four modernizations..."

His father, Zhang Jianguo, was stunned. Song Yuanchao laughed happily, patted his head and nodded repeatedly, saying that he was right. This made little Zhang Hao smile so proudly that he couldn't even see him.

"Uncle, I have something to do with you."

"What's the matter? Is it where the household registration is...?"

"No, it's something else."

"Okay, I'll send the child home first and come to you later."

"good!"

The two of them talked and pushed their bicycles into the alley. Song Yuanchao went back to his home first, found the drawings he drew before, and then poured a cup of tea. As soon as he put down the water bottle, Zhang Jianguo arrived.

"Uncle Wang from the police station said that there is no problem with the information. After completing the procedures, the household registration will be released. He asked me to wait for the news, which will probably take ten days and a half. Thank you very much for this." Song Yuanchao gave up his seat and placed the tea in front of Zhang Jianguo.

, then handed over a cigarette: "When I went there, I gave Uncle Wang a cigarette and he confiscated it. I thought about it. After I get my hukou, I have to ask my uncle to help me invite Uncle Wang out for a casual meal."

"That's no problem. Lao Wang and I have a good relationship. I'll take care of this matter." Zhang Jianguo agreed immediately, and then saw Song Yuanchao hand over a piece of paper. After taking it, he looked at it and asked with some confusion: "What is this...

…?”

"I'm going to make a little gadget to put it to some use. Uncle, can you see if you can find someone to help with it?"

Zhang Jianguo looked at the drawing carefully. Song Yuanchao explained the things drawn on the drawing and the dimensions on the side. After listening, Zhang Jianguo thought for a while and asked: "What material do you use? Wood?"

"An ordinary wooden board will do." Song Yuanchao said with a smile.

"What is this place for?" Zhang Jianguo pointed to a place and asked again.

"Oh, it's used to install the vise. By the way, I almost forgot if you didn't mention it. Please help me and ask if there are any useless old vise in your factory. It doesn't need to be replaced. It just needs to be usable. Help me then.

Just install it directly."

Zhang Jianguo nodded and folded the drawing and put it into his pocket: "Okay, I know this. I will go to the workshop tomorrow to find someone to see if it can be done. If it can be done, it can be done in a day or two at most. I will let you know when it is done.

you."

"Thank you, uncle."

"How can I thank you? It's such a small thing." As he spoke, Zhang Jianguo put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and then stood up.

"Uncle, let's eat together tonight. I bought vegetables. Let's have some wine tonight?" Seeing that Zhang Jianguo was leaving, Song Yuanchao asked to stay.

Zhang Jianguo waved his hand: "Let's wait until next time. There is a trucking mission in the factory tonight. Otherwise, why would I come back so early? Okay, don't give it away. I'll leave first. I'll talk to you after your things are done.

.”

Although Zhang Jianguo said not to send him away, Song Yuanchao still insisted on sending him downstairs. After Zhang Jianguo left, Song Yuanchao simply made some food in the kitchen. After eating, he washed the dishes, returned to the room, sat down at the desk again, and started writing.

Song Yuanchao washed his feet and went to bed to rest.

Early the next morning, Song Yuanchao got up early and went to the market. At this time, the market usually starts to get busy around four or five in the morning. It is a top priority for every household to buy food every early morning, especially meat, eggs, fish, etc.

As he arrived late, it was gone. Song Yuanchao queued up to buy some meat, a fish, and two Chinese cabbages, and filled a basket full of them and returned home.

After arriving home, Song Yuanchao began to get busy. He first cut off the fat from the meat and used it to boil lard.

Nowadays, the oils used in ordinary households except vegetable oil are basically home-cooked lard. Compared with the former, lard tastes much better than vegetable oil whether it is used for stir-frying or cooking noodles. Therefore, fattened pork is the most popular in the vegetable market.

The most expensive thing, but few people buy meat. This is completely contrary to the healthy diet advocated by later generations.

Song Yuanchao had lived alone for so long in his previous life, so he was naturally familiar with cooking.

He turned on the gas stove, set up the pot, put the fat cut into small pieces into the pot, then added a bowl of water and boiled it over high heat, then slowly simmered it over low heat, as the fat boiled

, a tangy aroma filled the kitchen.

"Yuanchao, are you cooking? Is it fragrant?" The neighbor's aunt in the living room on the first floor couldn't help but ran out and took a look when she smelled the aroma. She saw that Song Yuanchao was not only boiling lard, but also had scales on the side.

Fish and vegetables and so on.

"If you can make delicious food today, do you want to treat us?" the neighbor's aunt asked jokingly.

Song Yuanchao, who was wearing an apron and looking at the lard simmering over the fire, said with a smile: "Aren't you coming back? An old classmate is coming over for dinner today. I haven't seen him for many years and I have to have a good meal."

"That's right. Is this classmate a boy or a girl?" The neighbor's aunt suddenly became gossipy and asked with a smile.

"Male, I used to come here to play when I was a kid."

"Then can we invite male students? Female students should be invited too."

"I'll invite you next time, please come little by little..." Song Yuanchao replied while turning the heat down a little, and using a spatula to carefully remove the cooked lard residue bit by bit.

After casually talking to the neighbor's aunt, Song Yuanchao was busy with the work at hand. Perhaps seeing that there was no gossip to listen to, seeing Song Yuanchao minding his own business, the neighbor's aunt lost the intention to continue talking and stayed for a while.

He turned back to his room.

After putting the cooked lard into the enamel jar, Song Yuanchao picked up the small bowl containing the lard residue, found out the sugar and sprinkled some into it, then shook the bowl to mix the sugar and lard residue thoroughly, and served it after it was done.

I took the bowl and went to Zhang's mother's place next door.

Lard residue is a good thing. It can not only be used for cooking but also as a snack. It tastes fragrant and crispy. It is the favorite thing of children in this era.

This bowl of lard dregs was for Xiao Pingping. She was so happy when she saw the fragrant lard dregs. On the contrary, the Zhang family's mother-in-law blamed Song Yuanchao for wasting this food on her children. It would be great for stir-frying cabbage.

Song Yuanchao said that there was no shortage of food at home, so it was not a waste to make it for the children. He put down the bowl and said that the gas in the kitchen was still on, and hurried back.

By the time it was past eleven o'clock, everything was almost ready. Song Yuanchao brought the cooked dishes upstairs and placed a pot of freshly cooked rice in the rice bowl.

The so-called rice container is a container made of straw, rice bran and mud. After it is dry, it is baked solid, and then wrapped layer by layer with old cloth. The inside is just big enough to put an aluminum pot, and there are also

There is a lid made of the same material.

This kind of rice bowl is found in every household, and its function is to keep the rice in the pot warm.

In the era when there were no rice cookers, this was a must-have item for the family. Otherwise, when the weather was cold, the cooked rice would be completely cold if left outside for a while.

As soon as he finished, Song Yuanchao heard someone calling his name downstairs, and he quickly went downstairs to see that it was Li Daqi.

"Aid Korea!"

"Come up, come up!" Seeing Li Daqi, Song Yuanchao smiled and asked him to go upstairs. The stairs of the old house in Shikumen were narrow. Song Yuanchao stood at the corridor and refused to go down. He turned around and took Li Daqi back.

Back in the house, Song Yuanchao took off his apron and put it aside. At this time, Li Daqi had also entered the door. At a glance, he saw the sumptuous meals on the table, especially a bowl of fragrant braised pork and a steaming meat.

The braised fish made me swallow my saliva involuntarily.

"Good guy, how can you make it so rich?"

"According to what people in Liaodong say, this is a must!" Song Yuanchao joked, pulling out a chair for him to sit down, and opened the prepared bottle of rice wine.

"There's no good wine, so let's make do with this today." Song Yuanchao divided a bottle of rice wine between two tea jars and raised one of the glasses: "Come on! Daqi, I wish you all the best when we return to Shanghai from other places.

The future will get better and better!”

"I have said this in my heart. Come on, cheers!"

"cheers!"

The two raised their glasses and clinked their glasses, then took a sip together.
Chapter completed!