twenty three

"You find a place to stay," Duan Feifan put the pot on the stove, "I'm done."

"Yes." Jiang Kuo responded and retreated to the wall.

The dough passage is very busy. Duan Feifan is busy with his uncle and aunt, and his uncle is chopping meat. The aunt is pouring the spices from the bag into pieces.

It seems that the workload is quite large today. Two large stoves and a one-piece stove truck that looks like a dining car, with fires rising from all four holes.

The beef in the pot was already being cooked, and the white water vapor kept turning out of the pot brought out a strong fragrance.

Beef with Beef Sandao’s sauce is good, but you will know it’s very expensive when you smell it.

He hasn't eaten yet.

Forgot this.

But when everyone was busy, he couldn't say he wanted to find me some food. He went to find food first but didn't know where to go. He had never eaten near the farmers' market.

To relieve the awakened hunger, he stretched out his feet and hooked up the small stool beside him and sat down by the wall.

When the old aunt came out of the shop, she saw Jiang Kuo sitting next to her and shouted: "Duan Feifan! Find him a stool!"

Only then did Jiang Kuo realize that in the busy workplace, Zhang's stool without work could not be allowed to be placed in the middle of the road.

He quickly stood up, and this should be what the old aunt wanted to use.

Duan Feifan went into the house and took out Zhang Xiaozhu chair and placed it on his legs: "Sit down here."

"Have I been causing trouble?" Jiang Kuo asked, "I came to the kitchen when I was at home and I didn't know where I stood."

"That's it," Duan Feifan pointed at his feet, "You don't know wherever you stand, you dare to come to work?"

"Say it casually." Jiang Kuo said, "It can't be said to be too boring."

"Is there no one in the dormitory?" Duan Feifan got up.

"Well, just Ma Xiao," Jiang Kuo sighed, "and he is busy going to work. Uncle Zhao is counted as the dormitory in the building. There are only seven people in total, and five are still sleeping."

"Who doesn't sleep, would you go to other dormitories to chat?" Duan Feifan said.

"Let's just make a sound," said Jiang Kuo, "No sound is enough, it's more boring than sticking here."

"Don't worry," Duan Feifan turned around and put the meat cut by his uncle into the second pot. "I won't let you just stick it like this today. I've come here. I can't let you leave without doing some work."

Jiang Kuo sat down on the chair, took out his cell phone and watched it for a while. Da Cannon posted a video on his Moments. Benben was digging wildly in a pile of sand wearing a fiery red hooded sweatshirt.

"Look." Jiang Kuo held his phone and shook it at Duan Feifan.

Duan Feifan came over and was amused when he saw it: "Don't like digging. It turns out that it would stand in the ditch to dig water when it rains."

"It's pretty good to follow the cannon," Jiang Kuo knew that Duan Feifan couldn't bear to leave the dog. After all, he was fed by hand. "He takes him wherever he goes, and he will walk twice a day as you said."

"Yes." Duan Feifan nodded.

"Are you very hot?" Jiang Kuo looked at his scar, "I feel cold even if the wind blows. Are you shirtless or showing off?"

"Long, right?" Duan Feifan looked down at himself.

"Yes." Jiang Kuo nodded.

"Come on, I think you're very idle," Duan Feifan waved at him, took the plastic bag next to him, and took out a piece of stacked cloth from it, handed it to him, "work."

"...What is this?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Apron, new." Duan Feifan shook the cloth with this piece of cloth. A bright yellow apron appeared in front of him, with four big characters printed on it, Haitian Oyster Sauce.

"Get out!" Jiang Kuo quickly retreated in shock, "I don't want this."

"It will be oil and water that will collapse you." Duan Feifan shook his apron again.

"It will collapse if it collapses," said Jiang Kuo, "It's not that it collapses meat, what are you afraid of when you collapse your clothes?"

"I can't wash it off!" said the old uncle, "That's all sauce, if it's dipped, it can't wash it off."

Jiang Kuo looked at Duan Feifan firmly and shook his head.

"." Duan Feifan nodded, put his apron on his body, and tied a bow on his head with his backhand.

Jiang Kuo looked at him and couldn't speak for a long time.

"Come here," Duan Feifan turned his head at him, "I said you do it."

"Why?" Jiang Kuo finally realized that he had just found an excuse to come over and didn't really think of this job.

"It's up to you." Duan Feifan pointed to the pool next to him, "Wash your hands and wash it clean."

Jiang Kuo looked at him and did not move.

"Hurry up," Duan Feifan said, "When you are working, you are stunned by this little time, you will be fired."

Jiang Kuo waited for three times to fire before slowly walking to the faucet and began to wash his hands.

Also, experience how it feels like to whistle off the horse. Compared to sweeping and throwing garbage, making beef sauce is not that hard.

When he rubbed his hands a few times and was about to squeeze some hand sanitizer, he found a bucket of two liters of dishwashing liquid next to him.

"Where is the hand sanitizer?" Jiang Kuo turned his head and asked.

"Just that," Duan Feifan raised his chin, "Dishwashing liquid."

People who have never washed a bowl like Jiang Kuo probably won’t know that in this kind of scenario, the hand sanitizer is far less useful than dishwashing liquid.

Duan Feifan watched him squeeze some dishwashing liquid, washing his hands carefully with the desire to experience the freshness of ordinary workers' life. When he turned around, his face was even a little happy and expectant.

Duan Feifan sighed a little. He had never been through Jiang Kuo's current novel mood, because these things were part of his life with Duan Ling.

When I was a child, I wanted to throw things up every time I was brought to work. Duan Ling was against him and wanted the other party to surrender and do more. I don’t know when it started, and they no longer had any thoughts on these things.

It is inevitable that happiness is impossible, but both anger and irritability are gone. In short, it is a life that cannot be escaped, which is a part of life.

It's different for Jiang Kuo. This is an "interlude" song. His life is to eat relatives and he doesn't recognize him. He is racing, parachuting, shooting, and riding a horse.

"Put the beef into the pot and add water." Duan Feifan started teaching.

"Where is the glove?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Give it." Duan Feifan gave him two "sex" long gloves.

The old uncle who was cutting meat next to him turned to look here and said, "You have to let him do these things, I see he will eat them."

"I really know how to eat it," Jiang Kuo wore gloves. "I knew the beef was good when I smelled it."

"If the pot is ready, you can try it." said the old uncle.

"He is here to work, not to eat," Duan Feifan said.

"I don't think he can do it," said the old uncle, "he doesn't look like he works."

"Then I look like it!" Duan Feifan shouted, "I look like it!"

Uncle got up.

"Not like it! Only your uncle is like it," said the old aunt, "we are very beautiful when we are very young."

"Get the meat!" Duan Feifan directed Jiang Kuo, "put it in the pot."

Jiang Kuo picked up two pieces of meat cut by his uncle: "Is it ice?"

"This is the ice that was pickled yesterday," Duan Feifan said, "It's just cut it and cook it today."

"What do you want ice?" Jiang Kuo put the meat into a very high pot.

"It's easier to taste." Duan Feifan said.

Jiang Kuo looked at his gloves covered with soy sauce: "I haven't grabbed a large piece of raw meat like this."

"Continue, put all the pile of cases in," Duan Feifan commanded, "I promise to get enough of you today."

"...I'm not expressing regret." Jiang Kuo shook his hand.

Duan Feifan looked down at the apron on his body, and several drops of soy sauce.

"It's not easy to think about." Jiang Kuo said.

"I think you're very considerate," Duan Feifan put a bullet in the soy sauce point, "Quick."

After putting the meat in half a pot, Duan Feifan pointed to the buckets of pure water placed there: "Pour water."

"Can you take it?" the old aunt asked worriedly.

"...Not." Jiang Kuo was speechless, "can handle it."

Duan Feifan was happily around.

Jiang Kuo took off his gloves and prepared to carry the pot next to the bucket to pour water.

"Put the pot over, pour the water and then move it over, it will take two trips," Duan Feifan said. "Pick the bucket over and pour it in and put it in directly. Which one is easier?"

"Absolutely." Jiang Kuo looked at him.

Duan Feifan didn't say anything and made a gesture of your request.

Jiang Kuo hesitated and went to bring a bucket of pure water.
To be continued...