Chapter 47: The Canteen of the Kitchen Team [Seeking Follow-up Reading]

the next day.

Fan Town Market, because today is also the day of "going to the market (the second tone of chang in the dialect)". In Lu Yang's hometown, every third day (the third, thirteenth, and twenty-third day) is a day for going to the market.

According to custom, the common people in the countryside would carry things that were not needed at home, such as woven bamboo baskets, leftover vegetables, or chickens and ducks from captivity, or game they hunted in the mountains but were reluctant to eat, to the market in the town, where they would set up stalls on the ground to sell them for some money, which they would then use to buy some urgently needed farm tools, fertilizers, seeds, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, etc.

In fact, the market already existed before liberation.

After that, for some reason, there was a long period of depression.

After the reform and opening up, the household contract responsibility system was implemented, the small peasant economy revived, and the farmers had surplus grain again. The market in Fan Town began to become lively again. At first, the market was only held on the third day. In the mid-to-late 90s, the third, sixth, and ninth days became market days. Then in the new century, especially after 08, when the Chinese economy entered the fast lane, the market was held almost every day without any special days.

Squeezed in the crowd, Lu Yang and his cousin arrived at a small courtyard with red bricks and green tiles as agreed.

On one side of the gate outside the courtyard, a large iron nail was deeply inserted into the wall, and five words were hung on a wooden board.

【Cooking Class Canteen】

When I opened the door, I saw Officer Wei, who I had an appointment with a few days ago, was already standing in the yard, watching the host slaughter a goose and drain its blood. There was also a big pot in the yard, with firewood burning brightly underneath, and the water in the pot was already boiling.

Heard movement at the door.

Seeing that it was Lu Yang and his eldest cousin Lu Youren, Wei Zheng came forward to greet them warmly, "Boss Lu really kept his promise. Please come in quickly. Just treat it like your own home. This is the canteen opened by our director's brother-in-law. We all come here occasionally to get together. Don't be polite to him."

After leading Lu Yang and his cousin in.

Wei Zheng pointed at the young man who was removing the feathers from the goose and said.

The young man was about 1 meters tall, which was considered tall even in the South at that time. He wore a somewhat worn military coat with an apron on the outside. He had a short flat head, a resolute face and sharp eyes. He was very skilled in removing the feathers from the goose and his hands were very fast. It was obvious that he was not a novice.

Is this man a cook?

The first impression in Lu Yang’s mind was disbelief.

He’s almost as handsome as me.

Apart from his height difference, he would definitely be a male god in the short video apps of later generations.

But I soon thought of the sign outside the door.

The canteen of the kitchen team, could it be that this person is a retired cook?
Wei Zheng, who was standing next to him, saw that Lu Yang had a look of sudden enlightenment on his face, so he laughed again and said, "Do you understand? I said that Boss Lu, you are a wise man. Although Xiao Gong is a cook now, half a year ago, he was patrolling and guarding the country's border with a gun in our southwest. He had a second-class merit and a third-class merit in his hands. If it weren't for... uh..."

He seems to talk too much.

Besides, the young man turned around and gave him a sharp look, so he quickly stopped talking.

He said guiltily, "Xiao Gong, um...you do it first. I'll take the two Mr. Lus in first. We'll have goose stewed in an iron pot for lunch today. You can prepare some other dishes. I won't drink the wine. I have to go to the countryside to deal with some disputes among villagers in the afternoon. The roads there are not easy to ride a bicycle on, so don't fall into the pit."

Say it.

He gave Lu Yang and his eldest cousin a look, then led the way towards the house at the back of the yard with a smile.

The young man turned a deaf ear and continued working with his head down.

Only when Lu Yang walked past him did he raise his head, narrow his eyes, and look at Lu Yang.

Lu Yang's muscles tensed instantly.

This person is very dangerous!
His eyes can be as sharp as steel needles, piercing people's hearts. If you can't become friends, it's better to stay away from such people. If you get too close, you may not be able to fight back.

Lu Yang thought to himself. At this moment, he suddenly became curious and thought that it would be interesting to call the army and let these two soldiers fight face to face. He didn't know who was more powerful.

Make a note of this.

Lu Yang has already decided in his mind that next time he must bring his army to have a stew, and they will have the same iron pot stewed goose as today.

Entered the house.

I realized that the furnishings in this room were very simple, with only a few tables in total.

The key is that there are no waiters.

Officer Wei, who was acting as a waiter, took off his police uniform, took a rag in his hand, bent down and wiped a table and a bench near the door. Then he took out half a bag of tea from somewhere, carefully took out a little, poured it into the three cups on the table, and brought the kettle in the corner of the room.

soon.

Steaming hot.

At the same time, the aroma of tea is also overflowing.

I fanned the teacup with my hand, and the hot steam from the tea spread.

Wei Zheng took a deep breath and showed an intoxicated expression.

Then he called Lu Yang and his eldest cousin and said, "Come, come, have a taste. This is the Wuyi Mountain Da Hong Pao that the director gave me. I have kept it for half a year. I usually don't drink it and only give it to the most precious guests."

Wuyishan Dahongpao?

If it is really the Wuyishan Dahongpao of this era, it is really worth a drink.

Lu Yang also showed interest on his face.

As far as he knows, there are actually two types of Wuyishan Dahongpao in this era. One is the traditional salt tea with small packaging, which is also very popular among Chinese people. Some of the fine products are called Wuyishan Dahongpao.

But it is not produced from the real Wuyi Mountain.

It was not until 1985 that the Wuyishan Tea Research Institute successfully developed Wuyishan's first product, Dahongpao, and launched it on the market in small packages, which became an instant hit.

Unfortunately, the output has not been high.

Soon, fake Wuyishan Dahongpao appeared on the market and quickly flooded the market.

Lu Yang smelled the tea.

I don’t know whether the cup contains fake Wuyishan Dahongpao, the rock tea that was previously popular on the market, or the real Wuyishan Dahongpao produced on the top of Wuyi Mountain.

不过管它呢。

It smelled quite fragrant. Lu Yang picked up the tea bowl and drank it all in one gulp. He licked his upper and lower lips and said, "It tastes good."

In fact, I can't tell the difference between this tea and ordinary tea at all.

"Hahaha, what a delicious drink, comrade Wei Zheng, this friend you brought here today is just what I like."

Before the people arrive, the sound comes first.

A burly man walked in from outside, also wearing a police uniform. He strode to the middle of the group and snatched the small bag of tea that Wei Zheng was guarding like a hen guarding her food. "Here, you are so stingy. I even finished my own half bag, and you still have so much left of this half bag for you. I'll help you finish it all today."

(End of this chapter)