Carrying things into the kitchen, looking at the garbage all over the room.
Zhang Yu rolled up his sleeves and helped the master start cleaning.
"Xiaoyu, you and I will go to Director Wang's house later and pick up the pig's hind legs. They will help us introduce the person to whom we have worked so hard. We have to express our gratitude no matter what, so as not to let people say you don't understand the ways of the world."<
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"People see us being so concerned about us, so they naturally become concerned about us, do you hear me?"
Master Ma was also thinking about Zhang Yu everywhere. Looking at the things Zhang Yu brought, the first thing he did was to give some to Director Wang so that Director Wang could worry more about Zhang Yu's life-long events.
"I heard it, Master, I'll cook in a while, let's go after lunch."
"By the way, master, why are you at home alone today, where is the master's wife, and Brother Ma's family?"
Zhang Yu found a large woven bag and put the garbage in it.
"Oh, they all went to the market to make new clothes for the little ones at home."
"I probably won't be able to come back at noon. We and I will eat later, don't worry about them."
Master Ma took a broom and dustpan and helped Zhang Yu pack the garbage.
Zhang Yu carried the woven bag and threw it in a garbage dump not far away.
I went back home, washed my hands, and started working on lunch.
"Master, find a place to hang this hind leg meat, and you can eat it together when the master comes back."
"And this pheasant, you find a basket, put it inside, and you will kill it and drink it during the Chinese New Year."
These things do take up a bit of space, and it would be awkward to keep them in the kitchen as a pastime.
"Okay, soon, when we come back from Director Wang's house, I will put them in place."
Master Ma noticed Zhang Yu's frustration, took out the pheasant, threw it to the door, and put the hind shank meat on the table in the outer room.
Then he went to the cellar to get a cabbage and a few potatoes, peeled them for Zhang Yu, scraped them clean and put them on the chopping board.
"Master, please bring me some meat. Just a little will do. I'll cook a couple of dishes, and we'll take a few bites."
Master Ma brought Zhang Yu a few more taels of meat. Zhang Yu cut some of it with a knife and gave the rest to Master Ma.
Zhang Yu found a handful of vermicelli, soaked it in water, and served a simple home-cooked side dish for lunch, a piece of old chef cabbage and a piece of spicy and sour potato shreds.
After all the ingredients were cut, Zhang Yu began to heat the pan with oil. These two dishes must be fried with lard to make them fragrant.
Use a spoon to scoop out more than half a spoonful of lard, and use chopsticks to divide one portion into two.
Both dishes are not Kung Fu dishes, they are both stir-fried. The key is to control the heat.
"Cooking 5 5."
Master Ma was not idle at the side. He used the remaining large pot to boil four steamed buns. The steamed buns looked like they were steamed by himself. They were extra large, not to mention as big as his whole face, but they were not much different.
"Master, just two less dishes will be fine. Our family can't finish this much."
"If you can't finish eating, eat at night. Young men, when your body is growing, you can only gain strength by eating well."
"You've been busy all morning, these two steamed buns are nothing, you can eat them quite well."
Zhang Yu started to feel worried when he looked at the big steamed buns. It was enough to eat just one, and the age to eat them had already passed.
Let's watch and eat later. Eat as much as you can. At least it's not rice, otherwise you can refill the bowl endlessly. Master Ma can do it.
"Master, I'll take the dishes out first."
"Okay, just sit on the stool for a while, the buns will be ready soon."
Zhang Yu carried the plate, placed it on the table, and found the chopsticks and arranged them.
Master Ma also came out with the steamed buns. They both had something to do in the afternoon, so they picked up the steamed buns and started eating.
Zhang Yu helped Master Ma make a cup of tea on the way.
"Tea Art 2"
Master Ma took a sip. Well, it still tasted the same.
Since the holidays, the taste of this tea has plummeted. No matter who makes it, it just doesn’t taste good, even if I make it myself.
Master Ma simply stopped drinking tea and only drank boiled water. Only when he went to the houses of old friends to play, Master Ma reluctantly drank two cups.
The two of them finished their meal quickly, and as expected, just as Zhang Yu expected, they ate two of the four steamed buns.
Master Ma was afraid that Zhang Yu wouldn't be full, so he kept giving in. Zhang Yu pressed Master Ma's wrist to express that he really couldn't eat anymore, so Master Ma stopped.
Master Ma was also the first to eat the dishes cooked by Zhang Yu. The taste was similar to that in a small restaurant. He didn't expect that his apprentice could still have such skills.
Zhang Yu found a basin from the kitchen, poured water in it, washed the dishes, wiped the table and poured out the water.
"Master, everything is sorted."
"Okay, let's go now."
Master Ma found a big bag, put a pig hind leg in it, and then went out with Zhang Yu. Zhang Yu rode a bicycle and took Master Ma to Director Wang's house quickly.
Not to mention that being a leader only has the qualifications, Director Wang lives in a small courtyard with one entrance, which is as big as the backyard where Zhang Yu lives.
Of course, this is just from the outside. As for what it’s like inside, we’ll tell you when we get in.
It’s just that the door of Director Wang’s house is closed, so I don’t know if he’s home or not.
"Director Wang, is Director Wang at home?"
Master Ma was very particular about knocking on the door. He first knocked once with the knocker, then clanged three times, then stopped knocking, shouted, and waited at the door with Zhang Yu.
"Master, just knock these few times. Can the people in the room listen?"
Zhang Yu really doesn’t understand this aspect of knowledge and doesn’t know the importance of it.
Master Ma also knew that Zhang Yu was young and ignorant, so he didn’t care about Zhang Yu.
I would like to take this opportunity to explain to Zhang Yu the art of knocking on the door.
"Look, you don't understand now. I have to teach you as a teacher."
"Listen carefully, I won't talk about it once. If you knock on the wrong door when you go to your father-in-law's house, don't blame your father-in-law for kicking you out."
"When we came to Director Wang's house this time, we didn't communicate with Director Wang beforehand. This is actually a kind of impolite behavior and a bit too abrupt. But you are spending the Chinese New Year in the countryside, and you can't communicate in terms of time or things.
It can only be touched now."
"Then there's this knocking. When knocking, pick up the knocker and knock two or three times. Pause for a while. If no one answers the door, knock again. Don't keep knocking."
"It used to be that twenty or thirty years ago, if you wanted to get in, you didn't just need to knock on the door. When you went to visit those wealthy families, you would first ask the servants to pass a message after the door was opened. The host would go out to greet you and give you a greeting, and then the visitor would return the greeting.
Come in."
"Of course now, in the new society, there is no such thing as servants, but we still have to wait patiently for the master to open the door for us and welcome us in. This is called the rule."
"Another method is to knock on the door when the host's house does not have a door knocker. Bend the index finger or middle finger of your right hand and tap it lightly three times. Do not tap hard with the back of your hand or palm."
"Also, don't knock on the door too fast or too slowly; it is also impolite to knock on the door hastily or knock more than four times."
What Master Ma said are all rules passed down from generation to generation, and they are also a type of Chinese etiquette.
This thing requires the words and deeds of the elders. Passing on this thing is about doing, not seeing.
Knowing and using it are two different things, just like kneeling down and worshiping your elders during the New Year. This is also a cultural inheritance.