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When Lu Jiadong returned to the dormitory, his stomach was already growling, and when he opened the dormitory door, a rich smell of meat came to his nose, and Lu Jiadong couldn't help but swallow his saliva:

"Fatty, it's been a good time to improve your life so soon!"

"You forgot, tomorrow is Sunday!"

As soon as Luo Fatzi said this, Lu Jiadong remembered that when they were in the Assistance Mission of Country B, they had to improve their lives every weekend, which was a rule set by Luo Fatzi, in addition to his own likes to eat, he also regarded cooking as a hobby.

However, in Lu Jiadong's memory, Luo Fatzi's food is not delicious, mainly because Luo Fatzi lacks ideas about cooking, and all the routines are copied from what his previous master taught, so the dishes he makes are almost the same as the aunt who has been fighting in the kitchen for half her life, which is far from the title of chef.

But Luo Fat Man doesn't know this, on the way to explore his hobbies, he often thinks of some tricks that he thinks are ingenious, and then on weekends in the name of improving food, take Lu Jiadong as a guinea pig, these new dishes are often difficult to eat due to Luo Fatzi's lack of skills, but even so, Lu Jiadong didn't feel anything before, after all, in that era of scarcity of materials, it was already very good to have food.

But after all, the current Lu Jiadong has the advanced thinking of the 21st century, and the taste and understanding of the dishes are far from being comparable to the people of this era, if Luo Fatzi follows the usual master's teachings and does it step by step, Lu Jiadong still reluctantly accepts, but if he goes to eat Luo Fatzi's new dish, Lu Jiadong will be a little grateful and insensitive, so when Luo Fatzi said "Sunday!", Lu Jiadong knew that tonight's dish was inedible, so Lu Jiadong looked at Luo Fatzi vigilantly

"What are you going to eat today?"

Luo Fatzi did not answer Lu Jiadong's words, but looked at Lu Jiadong in front of him with a smile, just like looking at a guinea pig in the laboratory, which made Lu Jiadong can't help but have hairs on his body, and his originally rumbling stomach doesn't feel hungry at this time:

"Come, taste!" Luo Fatzi took out two colorless, slightly pale slices of meat from the pot with a spoon and handed them to Lu Jiadong.

Lu Jiadong did not follow Luo Fatzi's imagination, did not hesitate to pick up the meat slice, put it in his mouth with a large cloud, but wrinkled, pointed to the meat slice and said:

"Fatty, you didn't put poison here, did you?"

"Pure nonsense, I put ginger slices, green onions and salt here, how can I put poison!"

"That's all?"

"And water and meat!" Luo Fatzi continued to reply with a smile, and then said to Lu Jiadong just as Meng Po on the bridge persuaded people to drink soup:

"Eat it, eat it and you'll know its benefits!"

Lu Jiadong doesn't need to eat, he can figure it out with his heels, this white meat slice is plain and featureless, if it is an ordinary person, he will eat it when he sees it, after all, there is a shortage of materials in this era, and there is very little meat, but Lu Jiadong is a person who has crossed over after all, and he has not tasted anything running in the sky and on the ground, and he has long been immune.

So when Fat Luo put the spoon containing the meat slices in front of him, Lu Jiadong stopped him with his hand: "Fat man, you are boiled pork slices in white water, I know if you don't need to taste it, the taste is bland!"

Luo Fatzi couldn't help but be stunned when he heard Lu Jiadong's words, but before he could react, Lu Jiadong's voice sounded again: "If you want to do it well, it's very simple, don't you have hot sauce, chili peppers and peppercorns, why don't you use these, refine them with oil, cook the meat slices, and pour the oil on the meat slices."

"That's right! Why didn't I think of it!" Luo Fat slapped his thigh, he himself likes to cook, but he is a little rigid about his thinking about cooking, after Lu Jiadong's reminder, he directly opened Luo Fatzi's thinking, so when Lu Jiadong didn't finish speaking, he threw the spoon into the pot.

Turning to his suitcase, Luo Fatzi himself is a chef and prefers to cook, so he saved a lot of condiments, took out the hot sauce, chili pepper and pepper he was packing in the suitcase, ran to the side of the board, and made it with a clang.

Lu Jiadong was not idle, and was also pulled in by Luo Fatzi, in addition to Lu Jiadong's idea that he could give on-site guidance to Luo Fatzi, but also because he himself was a cut match for Luo Fatzi, and what Lu Jiadong said was the classic boiled pork slices of later generations.

Of course, Lu Jiadong just has empty ideas, and there is no comparison with Luo Fatzi in terms of specific operation, and Luo Fatzi's basic skills are very solid, but he lacks ideas, and the two of them are so combined, a bowl of oily and hot boiled meat slices is so freshly baked.

Luo Fatzi held a piece of meat with chopsticks, put it in his mouth, and said while eating: "Yes, it is spicy and fragrant, it is very different from the previous dishes, it is really delicious!"

"It's delicious, you can eat more!" Lu Jiadong replied with a smile.

"Of course!" Luo Fatzi ate with a mouth full of oil: "By the way, Jiadong, who did you learn this method from?"

"This" After listening to Luo Fatzi's question, Lu Jiadong was suddenly stunned, he couldn't say that this boiled pork slice was a new dish that appeared in the 80s, but fortunately, Lu Jiadong reacted quickly:

"I was inspired by Chongqing spicy hot pot!"

"Oh, why didn't I think of it, this style is really similar to Chongqing spicy hot pot, hehe, Jiadong, you are so powerful, you can even think of this!"

Listening to Luo Fatzi's words, Lu Jiadong smiled and touched his nose: "Isn't it just a boiled pork slic!

"Okay, don't be modest!" Luo Fatzi waved his hand, interrupting Lu Jiadong's words, and then frowned and looked at the boiled pork slices in front of him: "Boiled pork slices? Well, this name is very appropriate, Jiadong, you have even thought of the name, it's amazing!"

"Uh!" Lu Jiadong didn't know what to say, in fact, Lu Jiadong was not modest, boiled meat slices were a home-cooked dish that everyone on the streets and alleys would make in his time, in Lu Jiadong's opinion, ordinary can't be ordinary, and what he did was to provide Luo Fatzi with some ideas, if he really wanted him to do it, it was estimated that it was not as delicious as the white boiled meat slices before Luo Fatzi.

However, Lu Jiadong did not continue to dwell on the matter of modesty or immodesty, and pointed to the boiled meat slices in front of him and said to Luo Fatzi: "I said fatty, you said that your basic skills are so solid, and you like to cook, if you don't become a chef, it's a waste of talent, why do you want to be a worker!"

"How can a cook be compared with a worker? A worker is the vanguard of the proletariat, the master of the country, and after being a cook for a day, he has suffered a lot of crimes, and his wages are not high, so how can a worker be good!" After Luo Fatzi finished speaking, he grabbed the meat slices and took a few bites of rice.

Lu Jiadong wanted to talk to Luo Fatzi about the next form, but he gave up after thinking about it, Luo Fatzi retains the deep-rooted thoughts of all people in this era, and this kind of change in thinking can not be completed overnight, just like the end of 1977 now, at this time, let alone talking to ordinary people, even if he said to the country's top level that in another year, he would stop taking class struggle as the key link and carrying out reform and opening up.

So Lu Jiadong didn't continue to persuade Luo Fatzi, changed the topic, and asked with a smile: "Why are you thinking about getting meat slices today?"

It should be known to Lu Jiadong that if Luo Fat Man makes meat, he likes that kind of big pieces, which can be seen from his fat figure, and this kind of thin slices of meat is not his style at all.

"You also said that if you hadn't called me for dinner, how would you have eaten sliced meat?"

"This" Lu Jiadong then remembered that he forgot the time to repair the machine tool for the Chen brothers and sisters, and did not go to Luo Fatzi, who had been sleeping soundly, in time.

"Hmph! I can't say it!" Luo Fatzi saw that Lu Jiadong was speechless, and pointed at Lu Jiadong with chopsticks: "Just because you didn't call, the supply and marketing cooperatives were closed, and the meat could only be bought in the village outside the factory, and it was three cents more expensive for a catty! It would be good to eat some meat slices." ”

"Uh" Lu Jiadong knows that the meat of the supply and marketing cooperatives is 5 cents a catty, and it has to be purchased with a meat ticket, while the meat in the village does not need a meat ticket, but it costs 8 cents per catty.

In the era when the per capita monthly income was only thirty or forty yuan, three cents was indeed much more expensive in many places, and because of this, when Luo Fatzi spoke, his facial features were crowded together, and the trembling fat was added, as if the meat in the bowl was not sliced, but cut off from him.

Although Luo Fatzi said it very distressed, he immediately changed his words and said with a smile: "Although I didn't eat a big piece of meat, this boiled meat slice is really good, I will marry a daughter-in-law in the future, and I will eat this dish at the wedding wine, and your kid will make up for it, and the merits will be offset!"

"Cut! Your wife has saved enough, just thinking about the wedding wine!" Lu Jiadong asked with a smile.

Luo Fatzi showed a proud look on his fat face: "Of course, in the past few years, I have saved enough of three turns and one sound and thirty-two legs, and now I am waiting to find a good girl, hehe"

Thirty-two legs and three turns and one ring are the synonym of the wedding dowry in the seventies and eighties of the last century, thirty-two legs refer to furniture, each set of four legs, a total of eight sets, three turns and one ring refers to bicycles, watches, sewing machines and radios, such a configuration is five or six hundred yuan, so at that time to be able to come up with such a dowry, it is quite face-saving.

Luo Fatzi's strong desire for his daughter-in-law Lu Jiadong knows, when he was twenty years old, his family gave him a few girls, all because he was not from a good background, all of them were blown, and Luo Fatzi was a person who was fast running to three, and he was the same as Lu Jiadong, a person like Luo Fatzi who did not have a daughter-in-law in twenty-six or seventeen, may not be anything in his time, but at this time, he is definitely a super-old leftover man, since his background is not good, Luo Fatzi thought of another way, that is, to work the dowry.

So when I was in the Aid Mission of Country B, in addition to spending some money on occasional improvements in food, I basically saved all the wages and additional subsidies from Country B over the years, not to mention seven or eight hundred yuan, which was already a lot of wealth at that time, even so, it is still unknown whether Luo Fatzi can find a wife, after all, people in this era do not value money and material things as high as in later generations, but they attach great importance to class origin.

Of course, Luo Fatzi understood this, so after showing off his wealth in front of Lu Jiadong, the pride on his face gradually dissipated, and his fat face drooped down, looking helpless:

"We don't come from a good background, that girl can take a fancy to us!"

Looking at the fat man Luo who was a little disheartened, Lu Jiadong patted him on the shoulder and comforted: "Don't worry! With your wife, in less than three years, the girl who wants to marry you will definitely have to line up!"

"Three years? Do you know what happened three years later?"

"Uh" Lu Jiadong didn't know how to answer, he couldn't say that he had crossed over, and Luo Fatzi just thought that Lu Jiadong was kind and comforted, so he didn't continue to ask, but pointed to the boiled pork slices in front of him and said:

"Okay, let's eat it quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold!"

So the two of them ate with their heads bored, and after a while, a large bowl of boiled meat slices was eaten by the two of them.

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