When Lu Weidong stepped into the streets of Hongshankou, he found that a movie was being played here.
Yes! Outdoor movies in broad daylight.
There is a black tarpaulin above the screen to block the sun.
On the side of the street against the wall are the audience, and on the other side are the pedestrians passing by. Many pedestrians stop behind the audience and stretch their necks to watch the movie.
In the eyes of Lu Weidong, the pictures of movies from the 1960s were very rough, but all the viewers in front of him were mesmerized and enjoying them with relish.
Suddenly, a figure in the audience stood up. She suddenly turned around and walked outside the circle. Suddenly, their eyes met, and Lu Weidong couldn't help but feel something in his heart.
"Hey! You are..." Ding Qiunan felt that the person in front of her looked familiar, she frowned slightly and fell into thought.
"Hello! My name is Lu Weidong. I work in the canteen of the machine repair shop." Lu Weidong came to his senses and stretched out his palm.
Ding Qiunan subconsciously shook hands with Lu Weidong. She suddenly thought that something was wrong. Her cheeks suddenly turned red and she shook off Lu Weidong's hand.
"What do you mean?" Ding Qiunan scolded, stuffing his hands into his pockets, and walked forward past Lu Weidong.
Naturally, she thought of Lu Weidong. Of course, she was only familiar with him because he was cooking.
Seeing that Ding Qiunan was about to leave, Lu Weidong hurriedly followed.
Ding Qiunan suddenly frowned. She stopped and said coldly: "What's wrong with you?"
"Oh! It's true! Doctor Ding, I'm here to see Director Liu." Lu Weidong explained.
Ding Qiunan's eyes fell on the tea leaves in Lu Weidong's hand, and she suddenly understood, "Haha! Want to go through the back door?" Ding Qiunan said disdainfully.
"Doctor Ding, you misunderstood! I am thanking Factory Manager Liu for taking me in. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be able to find a job!" Lu Weidong explained casually.
"Oh! I understand. You have no ability." Ding Qiunan curled his lips.
"Uh... No, I'm a chef, and I also know ancient Chinese." Lu Weidong hurriedly retorted.
"Guwen? Really? Aren't you a cook?" Ding Qiunan looked surprised, her eyes full of suspicion.
"Cooking is a side job, and ancient writing is my hobby. Unfortunately, I can't make a living. So, I went to work and became a cook." Lu Weidong explained with a smile.
He has been studying ancient Chinese in his previous life, so there is nothing wrong with what he said.
"Really? You impressed me. Director Liu is in the second courtyard on the street. You can go in and ask and you will know." Ding Qiunan pointed to Lu Weidong, and she turned and went to the front supply and marketing cooperative.
After waiting for a while, I saw her walking out eating melon seeds.
"Hey! Why are you still here?" Ding Qiunan was very surprised to find that Lu Weidong was still where he was.
"Doctor Ding! This movie is good. I'll go to Director Liu's house after I watch it." Lu Weidong said with a dry smile.
Just now, after chatting with Ding Qiunan for a while, Lu Weidong felt that the familiar power in his body suddenly broke out. After this power was absorbed by Jin Shu, the second page opened.
One of the eighteen famous Kyushu noodles: hot dry noodles...
This discovery.
It’s real!
Ding Qiunan was the walking helper for customs clearance, so Lu Weidong was naturally reluctant to leave immediately.
Ding Qiunan looked at Lu Weidong carefully, his eyes seemed to be able to read his thoughts, which made Lu Weidong a little nervous.
After a while, I heard Ding Qiunan pointing out something: "What a pity! You don't have a stool."
"It doesn't matter! I like to stand and watch." Lu Weidong smiled.
Ding Qiunan listened to the music, shook her head, and went straight back to her seat.
"Qiu Nan! Who is that person?" a woman next to her asked.
"A comrade from the machine repair shop came to see Director Liu." Ding Qiunan explained.
"Oh!" Everyone around them understood and no longer paid attention to Lu Weidong behind him.
Watching Ding Qiunan chatting and laughing with the people around him, Lu Weidong's fiery heart gradually calmed down.
It was the original owner’s body that was to blame!
Lu Weidong thought about it and sighed in his heart.
At this moment, his IQ is online.
Withdrawing his gaze, Lu Weidong turned around and walked towards the compound where Director Liu was.
"Hey! Young man, are you looking for someone?"
"Yes! I'm here to see Director Liu."
"Oh! Look for Xiao Liu! He lives in the main house in the backyard." The old man in the courtyard gave Lu Weidong some guidance and left with his hands behind his back.
Lu Weidong passed through three doors and finally arrived at the door of Factory Manager Liu's home.
At this moment, Liu Feng was filling charcoal and boiling water at the door, seemingly very busy.
"Director Liu, are you busy?" Lu Weidong hurriedly came forward to say hello and took the big kettle for Liu Feng.
When Director Liu saw it was Lu Weidong, he looked surprised.
"Weidong! You..."
"Alas! I came here to thank the factory. If you hadn't taken me in, where would I have had an easy job? This is fine tea, I honor you." Lu Weidong said with a smile.
"Hey! The sun has come out from the west. Did you, Lu Weidong, also know how to give gifts? But, I'm so ashamed! Your grandfather did all your work, and I don't dare to take the credit." Liu Feng waved his hands repeatedly and declined politely.
This is contradictory to what the old man said!
Lu Weidong's heart changed. He paused and said with a smile: "Uncle Liu! You're out of town. I know you live here, so I came here for a walk. Nothing else. I just came here to acknowledge the door. I won't bother you in the future." "Haha! You are very happy! Is there really nothing wrong?" Liu Feng smiled slightly and said seriously.
"Really not!" Lu Weidong shook his head.
"Okay! I've accepted this tea. You don't know, but just now I was thinking about how to get the tea tickets? You have solved my urgent need." Liu Feng took the tea and immediately started to prepare tea. p>
After a set of procedures, Lu Weidong knew that Liu Feng was a tea lover.
Lu Weidong facilitated Liu Feng to chat about the tea ceremony. During the chat, time disappeared bit by bit.
At this time, a childish voice came from outside, "Grandma, I want to eat fried noodles for lunch."
"Good grandson, grandma doesn't know how to do it." An old woman's voice advised.
"No! I want to eat! I want to eat!" the childish voice shouted.
"Pah! Pah!" After the sound of patting, the middle-aged woman's educational words came, as well as the children's cries of grievance, and the blaming voice of the old woman.
A rush of thoughts rushed to Lu Weidong's ears, and then the three of them walked into the house side by side, and the sound suddenly stopped.
The two adults didn't expect there was a guest in the house, and they were a little embarrassed.
The little boy glanced at Lu Weidong to confirm that he didn't recognize him. He glanced at his father Liu Feng, curled up the corner of his mouth, and slowly began to cry.
Liu Feng had already heard what was said outside, and he looked at his youngest son with a somewhat angry expression.
Lu Weidong's heart moved, and he hurriedly said to Liu Feng: "Fangzi, the child wants to eat noodles with soybean paste, what's the problem? I'm the cook! I can make it."
When Liu Feng's wife and mother heard this, they were immediately surprised.
The two looked at Liu Feng, their eyes full of expectation.
To be honest, the sound of the child's shouts aroused the appetite of both of them in their memories.
"It's a pity that there is no pork." Liu Feng spread his hands and said helplessly.
He is an upright person, so his life is tight.
"It doesn't matter! You can use other things instead. The soul of fried noodles lies in the sauce. Just stir-fry the sauce until fragrant. The taste is not weaker than that made with pork." Lu Weidong explained immediately.
"Ouch! Then I'll trouble you, young man!" Liu Feng's old mother said immediately, she made the decision directly on Liu Feng's behalf.
"No trouble! No trouble! I was originally the cook in the factory canteen, this is my job." Lu Weidong smiled and waved his hand, and asked about the location of the kitchen.
Liu Feng's wife immediately took Lu Weidong to the kitchen.
Time passed quietly, and half an hour later, a strong aroma of sauce came from the kitchen.
This made Liu Feng, who was sitting on the sofa, slightly surprised.
"You still say that this young man doesn't have this ability? I'm afraid even the chefs of big hotels would be ashamed of this aroma." The old mother Liu Feng next to her glared at her son Liu Feng, complaining a little.
In her opinion, it is clear that her son does not want to trouble others.
"This... this is the first time I know that this guy can make fried noodles. Originally, he has been making steamed buns in the cafeteria!" Liu Feng said awkwardly.
"Haha! This young man is so humble! He knows how to keep a low profile." Liu Feng's old mother curled her lips. She was too lazy to scold her son anymore and went directly into the kitchen with her impatient grandson.