On February 4, 1981, Chinese New Year's Eve finally arrived.

On this day, the people of the capital woke up in the morning to find that the ceiling was illuminated by the reflection of the heavy snow.

Dare to love God, it has been snowing since last night, and it is getting heavier and heavier.

Even though I still have to go to work today, for most people, it's the last day before the long holidays.

The important thing is that this is the case, and the flavor of the year is more sufficient.

Coupled with the sound of scattered firecrackers, joy and auspiciousness filled everyone's hearts at once.

So even though the snow is falling heavily, the weather is cold and the road is slippery.

People who go out to work are all in a good mood, and whenever they see acquaintances on the street, they all say a word to each other with joy.

"It's snowing well, Ruixue is a good year!"

This is also true for Ning Weimin.

When he rode into the alley, he saw the neighbors in this alley, and his mouth was not idle.

The left sentence "Aunt Zhang, you slow down, the road is slippery, be careful".

Another sentence: "Second Brother Li, go to work? There is ice at the mouth of the alley, you pay attention." ”

The only difference is that others are at work, he is off duty, who let him work the night shift.

But if you really want to be honest, it's worth it for him to work this big night shift.

Even if he still has to go to the unit to be on duty tonight, on the surface, it seems that he can't even spend Chinese New Year's Eve at home, which seems quite miserable.

But in reality, that's not the case.

Because the hotel industry is more and more economical the year.

As soon as the twenty-third day of the lunar month passed, there were few guests staying in the Chongwenmen Hotel.

So in addition to the cheap restaurant is still doing brisk business, the catering department can't slack off, and the logistics department still has a lot of things to do.

For the rest of the Chongwenmen Hotel, it's like taking an early holiday.

What kind of work is there?

In addition to holding meetings and writing year-end summaries, most employees go to work, that is, they drink tea, chat, and eat melon seeds.

The leader doesn't care when he sees it, and the employee doesn't even need a leave note to ask for leave.

No matter who you are, as long as you talk to the team leader and deputy team leader who have a good relationship with you, you can be busy with your own family affairs with peace of mind.

Whoever didn't take a break in advance and stayed here would be called a fool.

Especially for Ning Weimin and Zhang Shihui.

Now not only can I be free to seek "welfare" for myself outside, even if I work night shifts, I don't need to take turns to go to the guest room to rest.

Every day, you can blatantly leave your post together and go to sleep.

As long as one of the two of them shows his face when he is a child.

Hey, where can you find a nice and affordable job like this?

That is, it really can't be put on the table to discuss.

Otherwise, the name of the "working emperor" will really not be the turn of the person surnamed Tang in the future.

So because this class is so moisturized, at eight o'clock in the morning that day, Ning Weimin, who had slept and eaten breakfast, pushed his bicycle into the yard, and he had no intention of being tired.

On the contrary, he watched the snowflakes fluttering from the sky, covering the roof, eaves, toon trees, small houses, and coal piles of the entire courtyard into a piece of snow white, he was poetic.

As soon as he leaned the car against the outer wall of the small kitchen, locked the car, he recited aloud with emotion.

"The snowflakes in Yanshan are as big as a seat and fall in my compound. The sky is white, the ground is white, and the trees are white, and I want to eat stewed chicken ...... today."

However, his expression of feelings did not last long.

Because as soon as the voice fell, it didn't take two seconds to provoke a fuss from the house.

Dare to love Kangshude, so he bowed down to the fire in the house.

When I heard his poem in the house, the old man held the fire chopsticks in his hand and taught him a lesson through the glass.

"Stinky boy, okay you, it's snowing, don't scatter virtue in the yard. ”

The first sentence is copied from Li Bai, the second sentence is a white vernacular, the third sentence is plagiarized Zhang Dayou, and the last sentence is your own true temperament, but after all, you didn't leave to eat. You're really good. ”

"It's not that I'm talking about you, just your crooked poetry, which is exactly the same as Zhang Zongchang, it can be seen that you are also the level of a dog meat general. ”

To say this is a real crowd.

Fortunately, Ning Weimin didn't care at all.

Because the two of them are used to teasing coughs like this, such ridicule is frequent.

Ning Weimin pursed his lips nonchalantly.

I took down two aluminum lunch boxes from the back seat of the car, opened the door and entered the house, but I was full of words.

"Old man, you are biased in saying this. To be honest, in my opinion, Zhang Zongchang is much more honest than those 'Zi Yue'. ”

"Let's talk about people's song "Yongxue", something flies in the sky, a pile in the east and a pile in the west. Could it be that the Jade Emperor built a golden palace and sifted lime and sifted lime. How simple and easy to understand this poem is, and it is quite graphic, can you say that it is not vivid? So General Dog Meat is also a little talented, and I love his poems. ”

"Besides, what's wrong with the love of food? It's useless? Besides, you're the real expert at it. ”

Ning Weimin was happy, quite conceited, and continued to talk like a string of beads.

"You haven't forgotten what you told me, have you?"

"What is the mutton shabu in Zhengyang Building, the braised oven duck in the cheap shop, the roasted steamed buns in Tongheju, the mullet eggs in Dongxing Building, and the braised duck strips in Zhimeizhai. ”

"Small places, like the rotten meat noodles in the stove temperature, the fried gnocchi in Mujiazhai, and the soup belly in Jinjialou, all in one place. ”

"So much so that Yueshengzhai's sauce mutton, Liubiju's pickles, Wang Zhihe's stinky tofu, Xinyuanzhai's sour plum soup, Sanmiaotang's Hewan cheese, Endeyuan's steamed buns, Shaguoju's white meat, Xinghuachun's Huadiao ......"

"If you hadn't told me about these famous foods in the capital, how would I have known that they are so complete? Said that there was no shopkeeper you were not familiar with, there was no one who was in charge of the stove, ran the hall, and you didn't know who stood at the counter. ”

"But what's the matter? Don't you still have a belly of knowledge, and you still make me a master? I really don't have any money, I can't rely on anything else, I can only rely on you. As the saying goes, what kind of master teaches what kind of apprentice. Isn't that reasonable?"

As soon as he said this, Kang Shude couldn't cry or laugh, so he simply gestured with the fire chopsticks and glared.

"Good boy, are you waiting for me here? Isn't it okay to gag me with my words?

But Ning Weimin still has a backhand.

He was happy again, and quickly put the two lunch boxes he had brought into the house on the table and opened them.

That's all ostentatious seduction.

"Don't be angry, old man, look at my filial piety. Three taels of pork and green onion buns, a big bowl of fried liver from Tianxingju, specially brought back for you...... Otherwise, let's talk about how I should be able to do something. Why don't you eat it sooner?"

I saw the steamed buns steaming hot.

The smell of fried liver still jumps straight to the nose and eyes.

Where can Kang Shude, who gets some jasmine tea and shabu shabu in the morning, still bear it?

"Fart, don't eat, don't eat that bad thing, and it'll be cold after a while. ”

The old man smashed his mouth and sat directly next to the Eight Immortals table with a big grin.

But as soon as he showed a satisfied look, he slapped the table at Ning Weimin.

"I said you have a little eyesight, can you see it? Why are you stupid, you don't want to eat my fire chopsticks, so bring me wooden chopsticks to ......."

"Well, you wait. ”

Seeing Ning Weimin running around to open the cupboard.

Kanshud leaned over and sniffed the bun.

"Well, the taste is okay......"

Then I made up for it.

"I said get me some more vinegar in the bowl, otherwise I won't have your stewed chicken at night......"