An ancestral motto passed down by the Chinese since ancient times is that no matter where people go, they must have the same craft. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Yang Huairen's father talked to him about this every day, and passed on half of his life's craftsmanship to him.

At the beginning of the lights of ten thousand homes, Wang Xialian's home arrived.

This is a small dilapidated courtyard five zhang square, pushing open an earthy yellow gate, there is a tiled house on each side of the east, west and north, perhaps because of disrepair, the roof of the west side has collapsed.

An oil lamp was lit in the north room, and a thin figure was reflected in the flickering window, and an old and frail voice came.

"Is Lian'er back? Ahem......"

Walking into the North House, Yang Huaien really understood the idiom he had learned in elementary school - the four walls of the family.

There was really nothing but a clay kang separated by broken linen cloth on the left and right and a bench with a lame leg.

The person who questioned was Wang Xialian's father Wang Mingyuan, who was the shopkeeper of the original Wang Ji soup cake shop. Originally, a family of three ran a soup cake shop without worrying about food and clothing, but an accident three years ago completely changed everything for this family.

Wang Xialian's parents didn't know what disease they were infected, and her mother died of illness within a few days, although her father survived, but the grief of losing his wife completely knocked down the man, and since then he has been depressed, has not known the taste of food, and is getting thinner and thinner.

Thirteen-year-old Wang Xialian's happy childhood has since come to an end. In order to take care of her frail father, she had to take up the burden of the whole family with her young shoulders and began to take over from her parents to run Wang Ji Soup Cake Shop.

But how can she, a Qianqian woman, afford it? The soup cake shop's business is getting worse day by day, but in order to support her father, she has to try her best to maintain it, even if she sells most of the family property, she still owes a lot of debt.

Wang Mingyuan, who was not confused just now, was old like an old man with a sixtieth birthday, while Wang Xialian, who was twenty-eight years old, was thin and looked like she was only thirteen or fourteen years old.

After greeting Wang Mingyuan, Yang Huairen dragged Li Heiniu and Wang Xialian to the courtyard.

"Brother Heiniu, Sister Lian'er, do you two believe me?"

Li Heiniu and Wang Xialian looked at each other, not knowing how to answer. What happened to the scholar-like man in front of him was indeed too difficult for ordinary people like them to figure out with common sense.

When I saw him for the first time after noon, he was still a scoundrel who was abducted and cheated into eating the overlord's meal because he couldn't pay the six-dollar soup cake money, but less than two hours later, he became the life-saving benefactor again.

I only met twice, but this man was very generous and gave each of them a piece of silver cake of twenty taels, and now he in front of him, when he asked such words, his clear eyes were full of sincerity.

"Brother Hei Niu, how much money can you earn a month by relying on your strength?"

Yang Huairen also felt that the first question was too abrupt, and the simple and honest two were really not easy to accept, so they changed their way to make it easier for them to accept themselves.

"Well, the Sprinkle family has a lot of strength since childhood, one person can do the work of three people, when there is a lot of work in the West Market, you can earn forty or fifty wen a day, if you are unlucky, there are times when you can't earn a penny, and there are at least eight or nine hundred wen a month."

"And how much money can you save in a month?"

"Uh...... The family has to support the old lady, and it costs five or six hundred yuan for three meals a day a month, plus some clothes, hats, shoes and socks, where can I save money? ”

Li Heiniu scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly.

"Then you will follow me in the future, ten yuan a month, food and housing, the old mother's living expenses are calculated on the head of the younger brother, is my brother willing?"

"Huh? And such a good thing? ”

"I'll just take you willing." Yang Huairen turned to Wang Xialian again, "Sister Lian'er, I will also give you ten yuan a month, and similarly, I will also cover Uncle Wang's medical expenses, you don't have to excuse yourself." ”

Yang Huairen walked to the cart and opened a copper wooden box, and a large box of neatly stacked silver cakes appeared in front of the two of them.

Li Heiniu and Wang Xialian hadn't reacted from Yang Huairen's words just now, and when they saw a whole box of silver cakes, they were so shocked that they didn't dare to come out, and they almost fainted.

"This, this, this ......"

Yang Huairen patted Li Heiniu's arm, "There are a total of 10,000 taels of silver cakes in these two big wooden boxes, tomorrow we will go to find a better store, and then buy a yard, from now on we will be a family." ”

……

Lying on the grass bunk in the east house, Yang Huairen couldn't sleep.

If it weren't for his habit of being at ease with his encounters since he was a child, it would be really difficult to accept if he encountered such an experience with another person.

Everyone grows up, and I don't know how many times I have been asked "what is your dream".

When Yang Huairen was a naughty child, he dreamed of growing up to be a vendor who pushed a cart and walked the streets and alleys selling popsicles.

But his father slapped him on the little brain, "It's useless!" ”

Xiao Yang Huairen then changed to a dream common to most children, scientists. But Dad was still not satisfied, and slapped it again, "Are you that material?" ”

After being slapped twice in a row, Xiao Yang Huairen learned well, and his grandfather and father were both cooks, so he answered the correct answer: a great chef!

Daddy Yang finally smiled, "A chef is a chef, and there is a difference between great and small?" ”

However, Xiao Yang Huairen still got his father's reward for this answer, a five-cent coin. Five minutes later, Xiao Yang's tongue was licking the cream popsicle.

Because of this dream, Yang Huairen later felt that he didn't have to work hard, and after graduating from junior high school at the age of fifteen, he was admitted to the world-famous Lanxiang Technical School.

Graduated with honors at the age of eighteen, and at the recommendation of his father, he entered the kitchen of a local five-star hotel as an intern, and he apprenticed for three years.

Young people are always vigorous, and once the chef was late, he took the spoon once, obviously praised by the guests, but he also offended the chef because of this.

In the following month, endless little shoes were placed in front of Yang Huairen. Finally, on a sunny day, he put a large winter melon cup carved with a big king eight pattern on the chef's round brain melon seeds.

The evil anger that has been held in his heart for a month can be regarded as a happy one, but he was also kicked out of the kitchen by the security guards.

Walking out of the palatial five-star hotel, Yang Huairen did regret a little, regretting how he forgot to bring a high-resolution digital camera so that he could take a photo with the chef with a big green winter melon.

When I returned to my father's alley restaurant, I still couldn't sit in the chef's position, except for buying vegetables and cutting piers, so a few more years passed.

Lan Xiang's classmates have been in charge of other restaurants for ten years, but he was only allowed to turn the spoon at the age of twenty-eight.

One of the most common words my dad said was, "A good chef is made by grinding." ”

"I'm not a knife, why do you keep sharpening me?"

As soon as this sentence came out, his head was hit by his father's famous stunt - iron sand palm.

"If you win, count yourself ruthless!"

Who let this be their own dad? Yang Huairen glanced helplessly at the winter melon on the pier.