During the lunch break, the logistics department sent ten broiler chickens to a canteen, saying that they were ordered by deputy director Lu Weidong with money. Everyone looked at the bulging row of chickens placed on the long table, and they were all happy.
Master Zhu personally inspected each one and after weighing it, he felt relieved.
After the clerk from the logistics department left, Master Zhu came to Sha Zhu, threw a cigarette to Sha Zhu, and said: "Master He, it's up to you to make the chicken. I fought for this specially!" Silly Zhu put the cigarette to his ear, looked at Master Zhu and frowned: "Come on! What are you talking about? Are you trying to fight for it? Are you trying to find something for me to do?"
"Hey! Don't you understand? Now, Master Xiao Lu is no longer comparable to ordinary cooks like us! He is a model worker, an inventor! He is also a leader! He has a bright future! I am here to give you and Master Xiao Lu
The step to reconciliation! Master He, you have to understand this. I, Lao Zhu, will retire soon, and I don’t want to see you accomplish nothing in the future." Master Zhu looked at Silly Zhu and said meaningfully.
"Retiring? So soon?" Silly Zhu was stunned, looking at Master Zhu with some astonishment.
Perhaps, Shazhu never thought that Master Zhu would retire one day.
"Hehe! After working for most of my life, I don't want to live in a good life for only ten years, and I don't want to! However, as people get older, they are no longer able to take advantage of it! It's time to refund it! Besides, there is a monthly retirement fee for retirement! It's very good!
If we were in the old society, wouldn't we cooks be kicked out by our employers? Where would we get retirement benefits? The new society is better! The old people are good!" Master Zhu sighed.
Shazhu had no choice but to nod after hearing this. He was silent for a moment and reluctantly agreed: "Okay! I'll make spicy chicken!"
Spicy chicken is a famous Sichuan dish, and Master Zhu took it because he thought Sha Zhu could cook Sichuan cuisine.
Of course, he is about to retire, and Master Zhu is still optimistic about Sha Zhu’s position as chef.
After the replacement of old and new, Master Zhu hopes that Shazhu can stand firm and pass on the skills from generation to generation.
This is a craftsman’s idea, and it’s actually very simple.
No one wants to bring their skills into the coffin. The only thing that is hard to find is a good successor.
"That's good! Master He, I'm optimistic about you!" Master Zhu patted Silly Zhu on the shoulder and went to prepare the accessories.
Time disappeared bit by bit, the last wave of climax in the cafeteria dissipated, and it was almost time to get off work.
Master Zhu ordered his apprentices to start cleaning and chopping the chicken.
When making spicy chicken, Master Zhu still only knows that the chicken pieces should not be too big or too small, and must be even, so as to retain the flavor.
Chopped a pot of chicken, Master Zhu marinated it with salt, and put a big iron lid on it.
He waited patiently for Sha Zhu to rest and then started cooking spicy chicken.
"Master, it's not good! Silly Zhu has gone home from get off work. He asked me to tell you that there is an emergency and the food can't be cooked." An apprentice ran over from the back door and reported to Master Zhu.
Master Zhu heard this and hurriedly chased him out of the door, but there was no trace of Shazhu in the backyard.
"Oh! Silly Zhu! Silly Zhu! You! Let's stay like this for the rest of our lives!" Master Zhu muttered to himself, and he suddenly felt a little bored.
This stupid Zhu is so dishonest and has betrayed his good intentions!
That’s it! That’s it! I’ll just do it myself!
Master Zhu turned around and walked back, but after taking just a few steps, he staggered and fell to the ground.
The apprentice who was following him hurriedly stepped forward to help him out of fear, "Master! You... you are..." The child's face turned pale with fright, and there was a sense of fear deep in his eyes.
Master Lao Zhu leaned on this disciple and said feebly: "I'm sick! Alas! I'm so ashamed! I can no longer teach you anything! I've let everyone down."
After saying that, Master Zhu started coughing violently.
Just as Lao Zhu said himself, his body has collapsed!
He is suffering from lung cancer and will be retiring from the disease in the next two days. The procedures have been completed! We are waiting to notify him. So before leaving, I made up a reason and said that I would retire normally.
He wanted to make good friends before leaving, but Silly Zhu let him down so much.
Even if there is an emergency, you should tell him Lao Zhu!
What does it mean to leave secretly?
"Ahem!" Lao Zhu coughed violently, and soon there was phlegm on the ground, with blood in it, which was shocking.
"Master!" This disciple was so frightened that he hugged Lao Zhu and cried bitterly.
No matter how stupid he is, he still understands that Master's health is in danger and his life has come to an end.
"Xiangyang! Go..." Master Zhu was about to continue.
Suddenly, Chen Xiaobing ran out from the back door. Seeing the scene in front of him, he shouted into the kitchen: "Master! Something happened to Master Zhu!"
Soon, a figure rushed out from the back door, Lu Weidong.
He hurriedly helped Master Zhu up.
Everyone from Master Wang, Ma Hua, the cooking room, and the noodle room came out, and everyone surrounded Master Zhu with anxious expressions.
"MCA, soldier, bring someone to prepare a stretcher, quickly!" Lu Weidong ordered.
Ma Hua and Xiao Bing heard this and hurriedly organized people to make a simple stretcher. Everyone was busy carrying Master Zhu and ran towards the hospital.
At this time, it was already evening.
The sunset filled the entire sky, and half of the sky in the west was red.
The sunset falls on Master Zhu's face. This crepey old face is as old and deep as the bark of an old tree.
Master Zhu felt that he was flying, and the wind was buzzing in his ears.
He turned his head in front of Lu Weidong with difficulty and said intermittently: "I...my apprentice Xiangyang, Weidong!" As he said that, Master Zhu's withered hands clenched Lu Weidong's palm, and the depths of his eyes were full of pleading.
color.
The regret of a craftsman is that he failed to teach his apprentice well and left first.
The tragedy of a craftsman is that even if he teaches his apprentices, his job will be gone.
Master Zhu belongs to the former group, and he can't worry about his apprentice Xiang Yang.
Lu Weidong immediately understood. He nodded heavily and said: "Comrade Lao Zhu, don't worry! I will help your apprentice."
"No! No! Let him worship...become...your master! I...don't deserve to be a master...not worthy. No...not qualified." Master Zhu gasped, his whole chest rising and falling, and his tone became more and more...
It's getting weaker.
Lu Weidong paused, and then comforted Master Zhu: "Don't worry, everything will be fine."
"No! No! You...you must...promise...promise me!" Master Zhu's eyes became anxious, and his whole body seemed to be struggling.
"Understood! I agree! I agree!" Seeing that Master Zhu was too excited, Lu Weidong said hurriedly.
After Master Zhu heard what Lu Weidong said, a smile appeared on his face, and his eyes were filled with gratitude.
Under the sunset, a layer of light enveloped his face.
This scene seems to have stopped.
"Lao Zhu!" Lu Weidong shouted, but what responded to him was a gust of wind.
The wind blows, the flags flutter, and the sunset shines on you and me. We have been here, walked through, and existed!