Despite the minor episode of cheating and cheating, the wedding banquet was quite successful.
The residents only spent 80 cents to enjoy the banquet with their wives and children, and they were naturally very happy.
What they didn't expect was that after the banquet, Li Donglai asked Liu Haizhong to distribute the leftovers to each household.
"Clang clang clang!"
The sound of the broken gong echoed in the courtyard. In the past, when the gong was sounded, the residents had to reluctantly attend the nonsense meeting.
Now they crowded excitedly to the large stove in the middle courtyard, each holding an enamel bowl in their hands.
"Let's divide the dishes! Even though they are leftovers, they are still full of oil and water. If you take them home and mix them, we can eat several meals!"
"It's just that we spent 80 cents and had a delicious meal. Now we can carry it home. I didn't expect it."
"It's not something I arranged well."
"Yes, yes, if I had known earlier, I should have made Li Donglai the first master."
"Master Nanyi, dig more vegetables for me. I have many children."
Nan Yi was a bit embarrassed to hold the big spoon. There were not many leftovers in the big pot. It was quite thin and thick. If each household could get half a bowl, it would be good.
However, he was too embarrassed to say anything more. After all, these people were considered the hosts of the feast.
As a cook, he has to listen to his boss in the factory. When he makes dinner for others, he has to listen to his master. This is called professional ethics.
Liu Haizhong, who was standing nearby to maintain order, was no longer willing. Today was his most glorious day, with guests coming and going constantly. He also made a big splash in front of the factory leaders, just in case there was another fight over ordering food.
, he was so busy today that he was blind in vain.
With a big belly, he shouted loudly: "The uncle has spoken. Today it is distributed equally. It is based on households. Each household has a spoonful of vegetables. Eat the thicker ones. Don't be angry if you get the Xishui.
, this is an additional benefit.”
When everyone heard this, they were all reasonable and stopped yelling. After all, they had taken advantage of it.
"Okay, second uncle, you are right!"
Having said that, Nan Yi still took a spoon and stirred it twice in the big pot to make the vegetables sinking at the bottom of the pot float. He tried to give each household half a spoon of leftovers and half a spoon of water.
The residents were all quite satisfied, praising Nanyi for his ability to handle things, and happily went home with their bowls in hand.
However, there are some people who are unwilling, such as Jia Zhang.
Nan Yi looked up and saw Mrs. Jia Zhang holding two enamel bowls. She was a little confused for a moment: "Auntie, what are you doing?"
"Hey, little comrade, you may not know that we have many children and poor conditions, so please give us an extra bowl of leftovers~"
"No, no..."
Nan Yi was a little embarrassed. Logically speaking, half a bowl of leftovers was nothing, but the residents nearby were all staring at it!
If he really gave Jia and Zhang an extra half bowl, those residents would definitely get into trouble.
"Oh, why are you so stubborn, little comrade! The food in this pot doesn't belong to you. You are just a cook. You are not preparing food for anyone!"
Jia Zhang is the kind of person who feels uncomfortable if he doesn't take advantage. Seeing Nan Yi disobeying him, he immediately became anxious.
"My family also contributed some money. Speaking of which, you were invited by me. Is this how you treat your old club?"
"No, we have a rule that each household can only share half a bowl of food."
Nan Yi himself is a stubborn person, otherwise he wouldn't be assigned to clean toilets.
The two of them started arguing in front of everyone.
At this moment, Liu Haizhong was seeing off guests outside, so the residents had no choice but to find Li Dong.
Seeing that Jia Zhang was acting like a monster again, Li Donglai's face suddenly darkened.
"Aunt Jia, there are only so many leftovers in the pot. They have been distributed to your family. What will happen to the others?"
Mrs. Jia Zhang was a little afraid of Li Donglai and did not dare to raise a high profile. She could only say: "Isn't my family poor? You are living a good life, so why can't you help our family?"
"Ha~" Li Donglai was amused by her, "Aunt Jia, other people's lives are good, but that's all what they did and saved."
He pointed at an old man wearing a patch: "Take Uncle Liu's family as an example. They have five children and a blind old woman to support, but they have never borrowed money or taken advantage of other families.
Xudong was injured a while ago, and he donated 50 cents to you. The reason why he is rich is because Uncle Liu goes to the train station every morning before dawn to carry bags, and he can earn 50 cents for carrying a ton. "
When Uncle Liu heard this, he puffed up his chest and looked a little proud.
People these days are not like people in later generations who feel inferior because their family is poor. On the contrary, they think it is a glorious thing to be able to change the face of poverty with their hands.
Jia Zhang frowned and said: "Old Liu looks like a braying donkey. He can make money if he has enough strength. What about our family? There are old and young. Dongxu, the only one who can work, is still lying in bed unable to do anything.
Move! You want us to make money like this?"
"I can't do hard work, and I can't do small work either. Our street has a job of pasting matchboxes. Aunt Zhang and Aunt Niu in our compound can earn two or three yuan a month. Xudong can't get off the ground while lying in bed.
Your hand is not broken at all! You, Jia Zhang, are not even 50 years old yet, so you can’t paste paper boxes anymore?" Li Donglai said with a smile.
These words made Mrs. Jia Zhang's heart tremble. She had never done any work in all these years. Even if she had to wear shoe soles, she would just do it for a show. The shoe soles would make her feel swollen.
What frightened her even more was that the surrounding residents seemed to agree with what Li Donglai meant.
"It's just that Jia Zhang and Jia Dongxu can't do hard work, but they can still paste paper boxes!"
"I see, we don't want to support their families anymore. We work hard, and it's better for them to just lie in the house and enjoy themselves."
"What you said makes sense!"
....
Li Donglai didn't care whether Jia Zhang was willing to work or not, so he waved to Liu Haizhong outside the crowd: "Second uncle, you will go to the street office in the afternoon, help Jia Zhang give her name, and ask the comrades from the street office to give it to him
Handicrafts are assigned to each family.”
"No, no, I..." Mrs. Jia Zhang still wanted to bar her teeth.
Li Donglai said coldly: "What? Do you think it's embarrassing to rely on your own labor to support yourself, and look down on working people?"
In this era, labor is the most glorious thing. If Jia Zhang wears this big hat on her head, her life will be over.
Jia Zhang could only force out an awkward smile: "I do, I do handwork..."
She was filled with hatred, but she couldn't blame Li Donglai.
Others can make money by pasting paper boxes, but she, Jia Zhang, can't do it?
Is it wrong for Li Donglai to let her fend for herself?
If Mrs. Jia Zhang dares to act rudely, the onlookers will criticize her.
Mrs. Jia Zhang is not a fool like Si Zhu. She is very shrewd and can understand the height of her eyebrows and the situation clearly.
Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to raise Jia Dongxu by herself and help him find a wife after Lao Jia's death.
The family also bought a sewing machine and made bread every day. It can be said that life is better than that of Yi Zhonghai.
After the farce, Mrs. Jia Zhang also surrendered. She held the enamel bowl honestly and asked Nan Yi to help her get a spoonful of vegetables.
Nan Yi is an honest man, and he didn't deliberately mess up because of the quarrel. Half a spoonful of thick food and half a spoonful of thin food.
Li Donglai raised his eyelids and said, "Hey, this guy is pretty good."
Back at home, Li Donglai was still thinking about Nan Yi. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this guy's name seemed familiar.
Of course, he didn't hear it in this life. He vaguely remembered that in a TV series in his previous life, there was also an infatuated seed named Nan Yi.
He is a chef in a machinery factory and likes a doctor named Ding Qiunan, but this doctor doesn't seem to be interested in him.
For this reason, he also put deer antlers and ground ginseng powder into Ding Qiunan's water bottle several times while Ding Qiunan was not paying attention.
At that time, Li Dong was dumbfounded, this guy was poisoning!
Later, due to the intervention of Cui Dake, a member of the commune, Nan Yi returned without success and could only marry a young widow named Liang Ladi.
Liang Ladi has four children to raise, but she is a much better person than Qin Huairu. She has become a fourth-level worker through her own efforts, and occasionally helps others sew clothes.
She is also more qualified than Qin Huairu to be a mother. Her four children are all quite filial, unlike Qin Huairu who raised a bunch of white-eyed wolves.
Of course, Liang Ladi was talking about this for later. Li Donglai’s doubt was whether it was due to his own time travel that caused changes in the plot. Ding Qiunan came to the steel rolling mill hospital.
If that's the case, it seems like I feel sorry for Nan Yi.
Ten minutes later, a confused Nan Yi appeared at Li Donglai's house.
The little cook was a bit cautious and thought it was because he was being transferred to work in the steel rolling canteen.
Li Donglai asked: "Is there a female worker in your steel rolling mill named Liang Ladi?"
"Ah, yes, yes! Do you know her?"
Nan Yi was a little confused. If Li Dong came to know him, it would be excusable. After all, when Si Zhu was suspended, he had worked as an acting chef in the canteen of the steel rolling mill for half a month.
Liang Ladi is just an ordinary worker, how could she know this hospital director?
Just when he was wondering, an enamel jar appeared in front of him.
"Comrade, have some tea!"
The woman who handed over the enamel jar had a big belly. She must be Li Donglai's wife, whom Nan Yi had met several times from a distance.
I didn't pay much attention to it before, but today after a close encounter, Nan Yi felt a loud bang in his mind.
This, this woman is so familiar!
That appearance, that temperament... just like the fairy he was chasing in his dream.
"Okay, I, ah!" Fortunately, Nan Yi had received strict tutoring since childhood, so he was able to suppress the panic in his heart. He quickly picked up the enamel jar, regardless of the fact that it was full of boiling water, and took a sip to cover up his emotions.
Emotions.
Even so, his face was still red, and there were drops of sweat on his forehead.
Ding Qiunan glanced at him suspiciously and muttered in his heart, "This person is really weird." Then he whispered to Li Dong: "Donglai, I'm going to take my little sister to the department store to buy some clothes. It's getting cold, so I should give her some clothes."
My sister bought me a thick cotton-padded jacket."
Since marrying Li Donglai and getting deeply involved in the life of the Li family, Ding Qiunan has deeply felt that unlike Li Donglai, who has a prosperous career outside, he is almost an idiot in life and rarely pays attention to trivial matters in life.
Li Xiaomei's ability to live such a long life is entirely due to her own hard work and good luck.
"Go ahead, do you have enough money?" Li Donglai opened the canvas bag as he spoke. Men should do their careers. These trivial matters should let lesbians show their worth! Besides, the younger sister is also older.
Get up, he is an older brother, and it would be inappropriate to care about some things.
As a sister-in-law, Ding Qiunan should naturally take on this responsibility. A sister-in-law is like a mother!
"Yes, I just paid my salary the day before yesterday." Ding Qiunan looked back and looked at Nan Yi: "Comrade, please talk to Dong Lai for a while, how long did it take to lose you today, so that the wedding banquet can be so successful, don't leave tonight
Now, I’ll come back and cook.”
"Ah, I, ah..." Nan Yi tangled his hands together and hesitated for a long time, unable to say a single word.
When Li Donglai saw him like this, he couldn't help but frowned. Could this guy have fallen in love with my wife?
It is possible. Everyone has their own unique aesthetics and mate selection. In the original novel, Nan Yi is an infatuated prodigal.
Damn, I was negligent!
It seems that it is better to let Nanyi marry Liang Ladi as soon as possible, otherwise something will happen.
Li Donglai believed in Ding Qiunan, but he didn't believe in Nan Yi. This guy could poison people in order to chase someone. What else could he not do!
"Ahem, Master Nan, you are cleaning the toilet now."
"Yep..."
"It's really a waste of talent for an excellent chef like you to clean toilets. Well, as soon as you get back, you can apply to the superiors and be transferred to our steel rolling mill."
"ah...."
Nan Yi was stunned. Li Donglai mentioned it when he first arrived, but he didn't take it seriously.
"Yes, don't worry about the rest!" Li Donglai thought for a moment and then said: "At the same time, you inform Comrade Liang Ladi that our steel rolling mill hospital is also very interested in her, if she is willing to come to the hospital to help in the kitchen
, we also warmly welcome you.”
"A fitter, helping the cook?" Nan Yi was even more confused.
Until he rode his bicycle out of the courtyard, he still couldn't understand what Li Donglai had planned.
Liang Ladi is a fitter. If she can cook the dishes, it’s considered good. Does she know what cooking is?
Besides, from the bottom of his heart, Nan Yi hated Liang Ladi.
This little widow makes a lot of noise all day long and talks like a man. She doesn't look like a girl at all.
Far inferior to... Ding Qiunan.
Thinking of that figure, Nan Yi felt a little painful in his heart. The character in the dream appeared in reality, but became someone else's wife.
What is this called?
Nan Yi breathed in the cold air, suppressed the throbbing in his heart, grabbed the cold handle of the car, and ran towards the small alley where Liang Ladi's house was located.
He urgently needs to leave the machine shop now, not because he is afraid of cleaning the toilet, but because he feels that the wind is getting tighter and tighter.
Once a strong wind blows, it may not be as simple as cleaning the toilet.
Although Nan Yi doesn't pay attention to those things, he is not a fool.
