When Song Ci got up on the morning of the second day, Shen Xi, the kid, was already busy in the study.

He studied briefly during this time, so he was omelette for everyone in the morning.

Song Ci looked at him and said with a smile: "Yes, your kid's cooking skills seem to have really improved, and this egg is fried well!" ”

Shen Xi scratched his head quite embarrassedly and said, "Compared to your craftsmanship, I am a world apart. ”

Everyone had breakfast together and went their separate ways.

Song Ci came to an old community nearly 10 kilometers away from the recording site.

A tall, thin-looking young man was already waiting for him here.

This kid has a black jacket and a pair of jeans that have been whitened after I don't know how many times I have washed.

Song Ci walked up and shook hands with this young man named Sun Shi: "I'll follow you to work today, if I don't understand something, you must teach me!" ”

Sun Shi is only 22 years old this year.

I don't have any academic qualifications, so I can only make money by moving planks here and selling my strength.

The camera was pointed at him, so he looked very shy: "There's nothing special to pay attention to, just watch me do it later, don't bump into it!" Because the stairs here are very narrow, we must pay attention to the corners in particular. ”

So Song Ci looked at the young man, picked up the wooden plank in front of him, which was more than one meter wide and three meters long, and the three of them were stacked together and carried on his back, his hands stretched straight.

By this time, the young man had already taken off his coat, revealing a thin long sleeve.

Song Ci originally wanted to ask if this kid was wearing a cold one like this.

But after thinking about it, he would definitely sweat later, so he didn't ask.

Although it looks like there are only 5 floors, Sun Shi carried this board and it took 5 minutes to climb from the first floor to the fifth floor.

After this trip, fine sweat oozed from his head.

Song Ci saw it in his eyes, and only felt that this job was really difficult to do.

So on the second trip, Sun Shi still moved three boards, and Song Ci ...... With his current raw strength, he can only move a piece.

The length of the board is beyond the normal size of this staircase.

Therefore, it is necessary to always pay attention to the angle to be able to transport this plank.

The whole process of transportation requires half-bending and straightening hands, which is a very big test for the physical strength of the whole person.

When Song Ci moved this plank up, Sun Shi was already waiting for him here, and Song Ci was already out of breath at this time.

"It's really tiring to move like this." Song Ci complained.

The young man smiled helplessly and said, "There's no way, this kind of physical work is really unbearable for ordinary people." ”

It's just been two trips, and Sun Shi's clothes have already appeared water stains, all of which are wet from his sweat.

Song Ci also hurriedly took off his coat.

If so, he followed Sun Shi up and down seven or eight times.

It started at 8:30 a.m. and moved to 11:30 a.m.

Song Ci and Sun Shi finally finished this business.

The two of them sat downstairs, panting and wiping sweat frantically.

Song Ci asked the staff to buy two bottles of water, handed Sun Shi 1 bottle, and both of them drank it with a grunt.

"Just move up and down, so many boards, how much money can you make in total?" Song Ci asked.

Sun Shi was covered in sweat, his eyes were a little distracted looking at the camera in front of him, while drinking water heavily, and then said, "Today's order can earn 600 yuan." ”

Song Ci nodded and said, "That's still okay." ”

Sun Shi also said very seriously: "This is purely physical work, and under normal circumstances, it is not as big as today's list." ”

Song Ci patted Sun Shi on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, I'll invite you to dinner at noon." ”

Sun Shi glanced at Song Ci, hesitated for a moment, and then swept the lens of the camera again, and then nodded in agreement.

But before that, Song Ci took two pieces of clothes from the staff.

He changed the sweat-soaked clothes he was wearing now.

At the same time, he handed a piece of clothing to Sun Shi and asked him to hurry up.

At noon, Song Ci found a stir-fry restaurant and invited Sun Shi to eat.

And today's half-day wages for carrying wooden planks, Song Ci didn't ask for it, and gave it all to Sun Shi.

After 2 o'clock in the afternoon, Song Ci finished the recording of his work and returned to the homestay.

Then because he was so tired, he took a shower and fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was almost 7:00 p.m.

Several of the others also came back on their own.

Everyone was already talking and laughing in the kitchen.

As soon as Song Ci came out, he saw Gu Jinghong actually frying vegetables with an apron, and he said with surprise and joy:

"What day is it? Sister Jinghong is actually cooking herself! Let me see what you fry, stir-fried meat with chili? Yes, this one looks like it's full of color and flavor, it's really good. ”

Gu Jinghong turned the shovel and said to Song Ci: "We saw that you slept so soundly when you came back, you should be tired of moving things in the morning, so we will cook it for you to eat." ”

Li Siyu also nodded obediently on the side.

She is going to cook two dishes tonight, one is fried shredded potatoes and the other is scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

These two dishes are what she has practiced many times.

Especially the shredded potatoes, she felt that her skill in cutting shredded potatoes had become superb.

So she took out her cut shredded potatoes, put them in front of Song Ci like a treasure, and said happily: "Brother! Look at the shredded potatoes I cut! ”

Song Ci looked at it at a glance, and the shredded potatoes cut by this girl were indeed very good.

So he gave her a thumbs up and said, "It's amazing, it's the level of a five-star chef." ”

Hearing Song Ci praise himself like this, Li Siyu suddenly showed a shy and polite smile.

Song Hongdou is also making pork ribs on the side.

She said she was going to make sweet and sour pork ribs for everyone to eat.

But Song Ci saw that she was doing this now, if this dish was really completely made by him, it was estimated that it would not be very delicious, so he hurriedly walked up and commanded.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere here became extremely harmonious.

Half an hour later.

Everyone gathered around the table together, and while eating, they complained about the slots they did during the day.

Song Ci and Shen Xi both worked hard for a long time today.

So there's nothing to complain about.

However, Shen Xi looked at everyone very seriously and said something meaningful:

"You know what? I went to move bricks today, from 8:30 in the morning to 4:30 in the afternoon, I was confused, I don't know how many bricks I moved, but in the end the boss told me that the salary is only 237 yuan, I am dumb, I usually order a takeout for more than so much money! It can only be said that it is really not easy for everyone to make money. ”

The kid scratched his head as he spoke, and a look of awakening seemed to flash in his eyes.

Song Ci looked at him and nodded.

The meal that everyone had eaten naturally gathered together.

Now it's Song Ci's storytelling time again.

Seeing that everyone had already moved the small bench, they were waiting for Song Ci to feed them.

Song Cile said to everyone: "Everyone is tired during the day today, so I'll tell you a relatively short story, the name of this story is a bowl of fried noodles." ”

Hearing this name, Tang Shi immediately laughed, and a ridiculous expression appeared on his face: "Song Ci, I think you really have the talent to be a storyteller, hehe!" ”

Song Hongdou's eyes rolled, and then he mentioned casually: "The mixed sauce noodles made by Song Ci are quite delicious, have you ever eaten them?" ”

Gu Jinghong glanced at Song Hongdou, and then straightened up directly.

She was originally holding her left leg knee with both hands, but at this time, she also put it down directly, and her eyes became a lot sharper: "Indeed...... The fried noodles made by Song Ci taste really good. ”

Li Siyu also nodded, indicating that he had also eaten fried noodles made by Song Ci.

Seeing that everyone had eaten the fried noodles made by Song Ci, Song Hongdou was quite speechless, so he had to show a polite smile.

Shen Xi and Lin He have never eaten the fried noodles made by Song Ci, so they are clamoring for tomorrow morning to see if Song Ci has a chance to make a bowl of fried noodles for everyone.

Of course, Song Ci agreed.

The story that Song Ci wants to tell is "A Bowl of Yangchun Noodles" written by the Japanese author Li Liangping.

However, Song Ci has made some small sinicizations.

……

……

On Chinese New Year's Eve, in a corner of the Western Capital, there is a husband and wife noodle restaurant.

When it was about to close, the mother and son ushered in the three, but the three of them only needed a bowl of mixed sauce noodles.

The owner couple did not discriminate against them, but received them warmly and treated them with great respect.

"Boss, how much?"

"Ten pieces."

The next year on Chinese New Year's Eve, they came again.

From their conversation, the boss and his wife learned that the reason why the mother worked hard to save money to pay off the huge debts owed by her husband during his lifetime.

Every year on Chinese New Year's Eve, the owner and his wife will leave that happy table waiting for them to arrive.

But it wasn't until fourteen years later that the family came to the Western Capital again.

The mother's eldest son told the boss that it was the bowl of noodles that mentally supported them to survive.

They paid off their debts and survived the hardest time of their lives.

When he finally left, Zhang Zi asked the boss how much the fried noodles cost.

The boss still smiled and said, ten yuan.

……

……

A small and relatively warm story, Song Ci spent about 10 minutes to tell everyone, and several people at the scene were so moved that they didn't want to.

Tang Shi showed an obsessive look, and she muttered:

"In fact, I have thought many times before that I will open a small restaurant after I retire, and I don't need to make any money, so I open it there every day, especially from 8:00~12:00 in the evening, to prepare what they want to eat for some passing guests, watching everyone come and go, I feel that this is the fireworks in the world."

Gu Jinghong said: "Your story is very graphic, I feel that you can make a short drama, and it will definitely be welcomed by everyone." ”

Song Hongdou rubbed his somewhat red eyes and said with emotion:

"This kind of little story can always move people's hearts, I am particularly moved by this story, thank you Song Ci, I feel that I will sleep with warmth tonight."

Lin He also seemed more emotional at this time, and she was even moved to tears by Song Ci's little story.

She took out a tissue and wiped the corners of her eyes, then sobbed a little, and then said: "Although this story is very simple, but I don't know why, I listen to it very touched, very touched, really." ”

At this moment, it was almost 11 o'clock in the evening, because I promised everyone that I would make fried noodles for everyone tomorrow morning, so Song Ci beckoned everyone to rest.

And he came to the kitchen, kneaded a ball of noodles, and ate it directly tomorrow morning.

Li Siyu put on a mask, held a thermos cup, and stood in front of him obediently, watching Song Ci knead the dough.

She didn't speak, just watched quietly.

Song Ci was like a nagging old man, telling Li Siyu some skills in kneading noodles.

Li Siyu pricked up his ears and nodded his head seriously to listen.

This picture fell in the eyes of Li Weicai and others in the monitoring room, and everyone's eyes showed a smile from their aunt, and they only felt that the picture in front of them looked really beautiful.

Tang Shi also walked out in a cute cartoon pajamas, and when she saw Song Ci rubbing her dough vigorously, she volunteered to say that she wanted to rub it too.

So Song Ci gave her a white dough.

This noodle has been almost kneaded by Song Zi, so Tang Shi still has no difficulty in operating.

"Damn! It hurts my wrist when I rub it, but the thought of having something delicious tomorrow morning makes it worth it! Tang Shi said with a smile, revealing a row of white and flawless teeth.

"Alright, put the noodles here, let it wake up for the night, and tomorrow morning it will be all right." Song Ci put the white and clean noodles in the basin, and then put on plastic wrap.

On the morning of the second day, Song Ci got up early in the morning, and when everyone hadn't gotten up yet, he kneaded the dough and began to make hand-rolled noodles.

Shen Xi was the second to get up.

Song Ci asked this kid to take out the meat in the refrigerator and cut it into small cubes, and fry the fried sauce when the time came.

Half an hour later, Song Ci cut the noodles and began to fry the sauce at the same time.

A rich aroma sounded throughout the kitchen, and the other women got up one after another.

Lin He happily stood in front of Song Ci and said: "Although I have praised me many times, I still have to say that it is really a pleasure to be able to eat under Teacher Song Ci, if this person marries you, he will be blessed for the rest of his life!" ”

Hearing Lin He say this, Tang Shi, Song Hongdou, Gu Jinghong, and Li Siyu on the side had different faces, and they didn't know what they were thinking in their hearts.

After a short time, Song Ci fried the fried sauce and began to cook the noodles.

Then everyone finished eating the fried noodles made by Song Ci together.

Naturally, there is no need to elaborate on the enjoyment in the meantime.

Today, during the day, we will mainly rehearse for the concert.

In the evening, everyone will go to sing outside one of the largest local electronics factories 5 kilometers away from the recording homestay.

(End of chapter)