When Song Ci woke up the next morning, Shen Xi was already busy in the study.
He studied briefly during this period, so he made fried eggs for everyone in the morning.
Song Ci looked at him and said with a smile: "That's good. Your cooking skills seem to have really improved. The eggs were fried beautifully!"
Shen Xi scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Compared with your craftsmanship, there is a world of difference."
Everyone had breakfast together and then went their separate ways.
Song Ci came to an old community nearly 10 kilometers away from the recording location.
A tall and thin young man was already waiting for him.
This kid wore a black jacket and jeans that had turned white after being washed countless times.
Song Ci walked up and shook hands with the young man named Sun Shi: "I will follow you to work today. If there is anything I don't understand, you must teach me!"
This young man Sun Shi is only 22 years old this year.
I don’t have any academic qualifications, so I can only earn money by selling my strength by moving wooden boards here.
The camera was pointed at him, so he looked very shy: "Nothing special, just watch me do it again later, and don't bump into it! Because the stairs here are very narrow, especially We must pay attention where we turn.”
So Song Ci looked at the young man, picked up the wooden board that was more than one meter wide and more than three meters long in front of him, stacked three of them and carried them on his back, with his hands stretched straight.
At this time, the young man had taken off his coat, revealing a thin long sleeve.
Song Ci originally wanted to ask this boy if it was cold wearing one like this.
But then I thought that he would definitely be sweating from doing it later, so I didn’t ask.
Although it looks like there are only 5 floors, it took Sun Shi 5 minutes to climb from the first floor to the fifth floor carrying this board.
After this trip, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his head.
Song Ci saw it and felt that this job was really difficult to do.
So on the second trip, Sun Shi still moved three boards, while Song Ci... with his current novice strength, he could only move one.
The length and size of the boards are beyond the normal size of this staircase.
So you have to always pay attention to the angle to transport this board up.
The whole process of carrying requires half-bending and keeping hands straight, which is a great test for the entire person's physical strength.
When Song Ci moved the wooden board up, Sun Shi was already waiting for him here, and Song Ci was already out of breath.
"It's really tiring to move like this." Song Ci complained.
The young man smiled helplessly and said: "There is no way. Most people can't handle this kind of physical work."
They had just moved twice, and Sun Shi's clothes were already stained with water, all from his sweat.
Song Ci also quickly took off his coat.
In this way, I followed Sun Shi and moved up and down seven or eight times.
It started at 8:30 in the morning and moved to 11:30.
Song Ci and Sun Shi finally completed this business trip.
The two of them sat downstairs, panting and wiping sweat frantically.
Song Ci asked the staff to buy two bottles of water, handed one to Sun Shi, and both of them drank.
"How much money can we make from moving so many boards up and down like this?" Song Ci asked.
Sun Shi's body was covered with sweat. His eyes were looking at the camera in front of him absently, while he drank a lot of water, and then said: "Today's order can earn 600 yuan."
Song Ci nodded and said, "That's still okay."
Sun Shi also said seriously: "This is purely physical work, and usually the orders are not as big as today."
Song Ci patted Sun Shi on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner at noon."
Sun Shi glanced at Song Ci, hesitated for a moment, then scanned the camera lens again, and then nodded in agreement.
But before that, Song Ci took two pieces of clothes from the staff.
He changed out of the sweat-soaked clothes he was currently wearing.
At the same time, he handed a piece of clothing to Sun Shi and asked him to get it done quickly.
At noon, Song Ci found a cooking restaurant and treated Sun Shi to a meal.
Moreover, Song Ci didn't ask for the half-day's wages for moving the planks today, and gave them all to Sun Shi.
After 2 o'clock in the afternoon, Song Ci finished the recording of his work and returned to the B&B.
Then because he was too tired, he took a shower and fell asleep.
It was almost 7:00 in the evening when I woke up.
Several other people also came back.
Everyone was already talking and laughing in the kitchen.
As soon as Song Ci came out, he saw Gu Jinghong wearing an apron and cooking. He was surprised and happy and said:
"What day is it today? Sister Jinghong is actually cooking herself! Let me see what you are frying, stir-fried pork with chili peppers? Not bad, this one looks full of color, flavor and flavor. It's really good."
Gu Jinghong flipped the shovel and said to Song Ci: "We saw that you were sleeping so soundly when you came back. You must be tired from moving things in the morning, so we made it for you together."
Li Siyu nodded obediently from the side.
She is going to make two dishes tonight, one is fried shredded potatoes and the other is fried tomatoes and eggs.
These two dishes are ones she has practiced many times.
Especially potato shreds. She felt that her skill in cutting potato shreds was perfect.
So she took out the shredded potatoes she had cut, placed them in front of Song Ci like a treasure, and said cheerfully: "Brother! Look at the shredded potatoes I cut!"
Song Ci glanced at it and saw that the shredded potatoes this girl cut were indeed very good.
So he gave her a thumbs up and said, "It's amazing, it's like a five-star chef."
Hearing Song Ci praising him so much, Li Siyu suddenly showed a shy but polite smile.
Song Hongdou was also cooking ribs at the same time.
She said she would make sweet and sour pork ribs for everyone to eat.
But Song Ci looked at her current operation and realized that if he really made the dish completely, it probably wouldn't be very tasty, so he quickly stepped forward to give instructions.
Suddenly the atmosphere here became extremely harmonious and harmonious.
Half an hour later.
Everyone gathered around the table, and while eating, they complained about the shortcomings of the work they did during the day.
Song Ci and Shen Xi both worked hard today.
So nothing to complain about.
However, Shen Xi looked at everyone very seriously and said something meaningful:
"Do you know? I went to move bricks from 8:30 in the morning to 4:30 in the afternoon. I was completely confused. I didn't know how many bricks I moved, but in the end the boss told me My salary is only 237 yuan, I'm so stupid, I usually order takeout for more than this amount! I can only say that it is really not easy for everyone to make money."
The boy scratched his head as he spoke, and a look of awakening seemed to flash through his eyes.
Song Ci looked at him and nodded.
After everyone had eaten, they naturally gathered together.
Now it's time for Song Ci to tell stories again.
I saw that everyone had already moved the small bench and was waiting for Song Ci to feed him.
Song Ci happily told everyone: "Everyone is tired during the day, so I will tell a brief story. The name of this story is A Bowl of Zhajiang Noodles."
Hearing the name, Tang Shi laughed immediately, with a teasing expression on his face: "Song Ci, I think you really have the talent to be a storyteller, hehe!"
Song Hongdou rolled his eyes, and then said nonchalantly: "Song Ci's miscellaneous sauce noodles are quite delicious. Have you tried them?"
Gu Jinghong glanced at Song Hongdou, and then straightened up.
She was originally holding her left leg and knee with both hands, but she immediately put them down at this time, and her eyes became much sharper: "Indeed... Song Ci's noodles are really delicious."
Li Siyu also nodded and said 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 seemed quite speechless and could only show a polite smile.
Shen Xi and Lin He had never eaten fried noodles made by Song Ci, so they both shouted to see if Song Ci would have a chance to make a bowl of fried noodles for everyone tomorrow morning.
Of course Song Ci agreed wholeheartedly.
The story that Song Ci is about to tell is "A Bowl of Yangchun Noodles" written by the Japanese author Ryohei Kuri.
However, the Song lyrics have been slightly sinicized.
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On New Year's Eve, there was a couple's noodle shop in a corner of Xidu.
Just when it was about to close, a mother and her son arrived, but all three of them only wanted a bowl of mixed noodles.
The boss couple did not discriminate against them, but received them warmly and treated them with great respect.
"Boss, how much is it?"
"Ten dollars."
The next year on New Year's Eve, they came again.
From their conversation, the boss and his wife learned that the reason why the mother worked so hard to save money was to save money to pay off the huge debt owed by her husband during his lifetime.
Every New Year's Eve, the boss and his wife would leave that happy table waiting for their arrival.
But it was not until fourteen years later that the family came to Xidu again.
The mother's eldest son told the boss that it was this bowl of noodles that supported them spiritually.
They later paid off their debt and survived some of the toughest times in their lives.
When he finally left, Zhang Zi asked the boss how much the noodles were.
The boss still smiled and said, ten yuan.
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It took Song Ci about 10 minutes to tell everyone a small and heartwarming story. Several people present were extremely moved.
Tang Shi showed an obsessed look and murmured:
"Actually, I have thought about it many times before, thinking about opening a small restaurant after I retire. I don't need to make any money. I can just open it there every day, especially from 8:00 to 12:00 in the evening, and just give some The guests passing by prepared what they wanted to eat, and watching the family coming and going, I felt like this was fireworks in the world."
Gu Jinghong said: "Your story is very graphic. It feels like it could be made into a short play. It will definitely be welcomed by everyone."
Song Hongdou rubbed her somewhat red eyes and said with emotion:
"This kind of little story can always touch people's hearts. I was particularly moved by this story. Thank you Song Ci. I feel like I will sleep warmly tonight."
Lin He also seemed more emotional at this time. 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, and then said: "Although this story is very simple, I don't know why, I was very moved when I heard it, very special touching, really."
It was already almost 11 o'clock in the evening. Because he promised to make fried noodles for everyone tomorrow morning, Song Ci greeted everyone to have a rest.
And he came to the kitchen, kneaded a ball of dough, and made it directly to eat tomorrow morning.
Li Siyu put on a facial mask, held a thermos cup, and stood obediently in front of him, watching Song Ci knead the dough.
She didn't speak, she just watched quietly.
Song Ci was like a nagging old man, telling Li Siyu some techniques for kneading dough.
Li Siyu, on the other hand, nodded and listened seriously with his ears perked up.
This picture fell in the eyes of Li Weicai and others in the monitoring room. Everyone had aunty smiles in their eyes. They just felt that the picture in front of them looked really beautiful.
Tang Shi also walked out wearing a cute cartoon pajamas. When she saw Song Ci rubbing her face hard, she volunteered and said that she wanted to rub it too.
So Song Ci gave her a piece of white dough.
This surface has been kneaded almost by Song Zi, so Tang Shi still has no difficulty in operating it.
"Damn it! My wrists hurt from rubbing it, but when I think about having something delicious to eat tomorrow morning, it feels like it's worth it now!" Tang Shi said with a smile, showing a row of flawless white teeth.
"That's it, it's almost done. Let's put the noodles here and let it wake up overnight. It will be ready tomorrow morning." Song Ci put the white noodles in the basin and covered it with plastic wrap.
On the morning of the second day, Song Ci got up early. Before everyone got up, he kneaded the dough and started rolling it with his hands.
Shen Xi was the second to get up.
Song Ci asked the boy to take out the meat from the refrigerator and cut it into small cubes, and then stir-fry the fried sauce.
Half an hour later, Song Ci cut the noodles and started frying the fried sauce.
A strong aroma filled the kitchen, and the other women also got up one after another.
Lin He happily stood in front of Song Ci and said: "Although I have praised you many times, I still want to say that it is really a pleasure to eat under Teacher Song Ci. Who would marry you?" , you will be blessed for the rest of your life!"
After hearing what Lin He said, Tang Shi, Song Hongdou, Gu Jinghong, and Li Siyu had different expressions on the side, and they didn't know what they were thinking in their hearts.
Not long after, Song Ci fried the fried sauce and started cooking the noodles.
Then everyone happily ate the noodles made by Song Ci.
There is no need to elaborate on the enjoyment during this period.
During the day today, everyone will mainly be rehearsing for the concert.
In the evening, everyone will go to sing outside the largest electronics factory in the area, 5 kilometers away from the recording homestay.
(End of chapter)
