When Lu Jiadong returned to the dormitory, his stomach was already roaring. When he pushed open the dormitory door, a rich aroma of meat came to his nose. Lu Jiadong couldn't help swallowing his saliva:

"Fatty, you'll improve your life so quickly!"

"You forgot? Tomorrow is Sunday!"

After Fatty Luo said this, Lu Jiadong remembered that when they were in the B-country Aid Team, they had to improve their lives every weekend. This was the rule set by Fat Luo. In addition to his own preferences, he also regarded cooking as a hobby.

However, in Lu Jiadong's memory, Fatty Luo's dishes were not delicious. The main reason was that Fatty Luo lacked ideas about cooking, and all the routines were copied by his previous masters, so the dishes he cooked were about the same as the aunt who had worked hard in the kitchen for half his life, which was far from the title of chef.

But Fatty Luo didn't know this. On the road of constantly exploring his hobbies, he often thought about his unique tricks. Then, in the name of improving food, he used Lu Jiadong as a guinea pig on weekends. These new dishes were often very difficult to cook because of Fatty Luo's lack of skills. However, even so, Lu Jiadong didn't think anything before. After all, in that era of scarcity of supplies, it was already very good to have something to eat.

But now Lu Jiadong has the advanced thinking of the 21st century, and his taste and understanding of the dishes are far beyond the reach of people of this era. If Fatty Luo followed the usual teachings and did it step by step, Lu Jiadong would reluctantly accept it. But if he went to eat Fat Luo's new dish, Lu Jiadong would feel a little embarrassed. So when Fat Luo said "Sunday!", Lu Jiadong knew that the dishes tonight would not be eaten, so Lu Jiadong looked at Fat Luo vigilantly.

“What to eat today?”

Fatty Luo did not answer Lu Jiadong's words, but looked at Lu Jiadong in front of him with a smile, just like looking at the little white mouse in the laboratory. This made Lu Jiadong's body suddenly become sweaty, and his originally croaked stomach didn't feel hungry at this time:

"Come on! Try it!" Fatty Luo took out two pieces of colorless slices from the pot with a spoon, handed them to Lu Jiadong.

Lu Jiadong did not pick up the slices of meat as Fatty Luo imagined, without hesitation, put them in a large cloud in his mouth, but wrinkled it and pointed at the slices of meat and said:

"Fatty, you didn't put poison here, right?"

"Just talk nonsense, I have put ginger slices, scallion slices and salt here, how can I put poison!"

"Just let these go?"

"There are also water and meat!" Fatty Luo continued to answer with a smile, and then said to Lu Jiadong just as Meng Po on Naihe Bridge advised people to drink soup:

"Eat it, you will know its benefits after eating!"

Lu Jiadong didn't have to eat it, and heels could figure it out. This piece of white meat was plain and unique. If it were an ordinary person, he would eat it when he saw the meat. After all, there was a shortage of supplies in this era and there was very little meat. However, Lu Jiadong was a person who traveled through time and had never tasted anything that flew in the sky and the ground, so he had long been immune.

So when Fatty Luo put the spoon containing the sliced ​​meat in front of him, Lu Jiadong stopped him with his hands: "Fatty, you are boiled sliced ​​meat in white water. I know that it doesn't have to taste it. The taste is dull!"

Fatty Luo was stunned when he heard Lu Jiadong's words, but before he could react, Lu Jiadong's voice sounded again: "It's very simple to make it well. Don't you have spicy sauce, chili peppers and peppers? Why don't you use these, refine them with oil, cook the slices of meat, and pour the oil on the slices of meat..."

"Yes! Why didn't I expect it?" Fatty Luo slapped his thigh. He liked cooking, but his ideas were a bit rigid. After Lu Jiadong reminded him, he directly opened up Fat Luo's ideas. So before Lu Jiadong finished speaking, he threw the spoon into the pot.

Turning around to his suitcase, Fatty Luo is a chef himself and prefers to cook. He saved up a lot of seasonings and took out the hot sauce, chili and pepper he put in his suitcase, ran to the edge of the chopping board, and started making it with a twitch.

Lu Jiadong was not idle either, and was pulled in by Fatty Luo. In addition to Lu Jiadong's idea of ​​being a good person to provide on-site guidance to Fatty Luo, he also made a match for Fatty Luo, and what Lu Jiadong said was the classic famous dish boiled meat slices in later generations.

Of course, Lu Jiadong just had ideas and was incomparable to Fatty Luo in specific operations. Fatty Luo's chef has a solid basic skills, but lacks ideas. When the two of them combine, a bowl of shiny and hot boiled meat slices are freshly released.

Fatty Luo used chopsticks to hold a piece of meat and put it in his mouth. While eating, he said, "Well! Not bad, spicy and fragrant, very different from the dishes in the past, it's really delicious!"

"It's delicious, just eat more!" Lu Jiadong replied with a smile.

"Of course!" Fatty Luo ate all over his mouth: "By the way, Jiadong, who did you learn this method?"

"This..." After hearing Fatty Luo's question, Lu Jiadong was suddenly stunned. He couldn't say that this boiled meat slice was a new dish that appeared in the 1980s. Fortunately, Lu Jiadong reacted quickly:

"I got inspired by Chongqing spicy hotpot!"

"Oh, why didn't I expect it? This style is really similar to Chongqing spicy hotpot. Haha, Jiadong, you are so amazing, you can even think of this!"

After hearing Fatty Luo's words, Lu Jiadong smiled and touched his nose: "Isn't it just a boiled slice of meat! It's no big deal..."

"Okay, don't be modest!" Fatty Luo waved his hand, interrupted Lu Jiadong, and then frowned and looked at the boiled meat slices in front of him: "Boiled meat slices? Well, this name is very appropriate, Jiadong, you have even thought of the name, it's so amazing!"

"Uh!" Lu Jiadong didn't know what to say. In fact, Lu Jiadong was not modest. In his era, boiled meat slices were home-cooked dishes that everyone in the streets and alleys could cook. In Lu Jiadong's opinion, ordinary people could not be ordinary. Besides, what he did was just to provide some ideas for Fatty Luo. If he really wanted him to make them, it would probably be as delicious as the boiled meat slices before Fatty Luo.

However, Lu Jiadong did not continue to worry about being modest or not. He pointed to the boiled meat slices in front of him and said to Fatty Luo: "I said you have such solid basic skills and like to cook. Not being able to be a chef is a waste of talent. Why do you have to be a worker!"

"How can a chef compete with workers? Workers are the vanguard of the proletariat and the master of the country. As a chef, he has been fumbling for a day. Not to mention the suffering, his salary is not high, so how can the workers be better than those of workers!" After Fatty Luo said that, he grabbed the slices of meat and ate a few bites of rice.

Lu Jiadong originally wanted to tell Fatty Luo about the next form, but after thinking about it, he gave up. Fatty Luo retained the deep-rooted thoughts of everyone in this era. This change of thought cannot be accomplished overnight. Just like at the end of 1977, at this time, let alone ordinary people, even if he told the top leaders of the country that class struggle would be terminated in another year, he would not believe it.

So Lu Jiadong did not continue to persuade Fatty Luo, changed the topic, and asked with a smile: "Why are you thinking about making meat slices today?"

It should be because Lu Jiadong knew that if Fatty Luo made meat, he liked big pieces. This can be seen from his fat figure that this thin piece of meat was not his style at all.

"You also said, if you didn't call me for dinner, how could you eat sliced ​​meat?"

"This..." Lu Jiadong then remembered that he had forgotten the time for the Chen brothers and sisters to repair the machine tools and did not go to Fat Luo who had been sleeping soundly in time.

"Hmph! Can't say it!" Fatty Luo saw that Lu Jiadong couldn't speak, and lit Lu Jiadong with chopsticks: "Just because you didn't call, the supply and marketing cooperative closed down. The meat could only be bought in the village outside the factory. A pound was 30 cents more expensive! It would be nice to eat some slices of meat."

"Uh..." Lu Jiadong knew that the meat in the supply and marketing cooperative costs 50 cents per pound and needs to be purchased with meat tickets. Murakami's meat does not require meat tickets, but it costs 80 cents per pound.

In the era when the average monthly income of only 30 yuan was only 40 yuan, it was indeed much more expensive in many places. Because of this, when Fatty Luo spoke, his facial features were squeezed together, and the trembling fat meat seemed to be not slices of meat in the bowl, but cut from him.

Although Fatty Luo felt very distressed, he immediately changed his mind and said with a smile: "Although I didn't eat big pieces of meat, these boiled meat slices are really good. In the future, I will marry my wife and eat this dish at the wedding wine. You kid can be considered as making up for your merits, and your merits and demerits are worth it!"

"Tsk! Have your wife saved enough? She just wanted to get married!" Lu Jiadong asked with a smile.

Fatty Luo showed a proud look on his fat face: "Of course, I have saved up enough of three turns and one sound and thirty-two legs in the past few years. Now I'm waiting to find a good girl, haha..."

Thirty-two legs and three-turn and one-sound are synonyms for wedding betrothal gifts in the 1970s and 1980s. Thirty-two legs refer to furniture, each set of four legs, a total of eight sets. Three-turn and one-sound refers to bicycles, watches, sewing machines and radios. Such a configuration costs at least five or six hundred yuan, so it was quite respectable to be able to give such a betrothal gift at that time.

Fatty Luo knew about his wife's strong desire for Lu Jiadong. When he was twenty years old, his family cast a few girls for him. They all blew up because of his poor background. In a flash, Fatty Luo was almost three years old and was a bachelor like Lu Jiadong. People like Fatty Luo who had no wife in his twenties might not be anything in his era, but at this time, they were definitely a super-old left-hand man. Since he had a bad background, Fatty Luo thought of another way, which was to work on the betrothal gift.

Therefore, when the Aid Team of Country B was in the country B, in addition to spending some money occasionally when improving the food, they basically saved all their wages and additional subsidies in Country B over the years, which was at least seven or eight hundred yuan. This was already a great fortune at that time. Even so, it was still unknown whether Fatty Luo could find a wife. After all, people in this era did not value money and material things as they did in later generations, but they valued class background very much.

Of course, Fatty Luo understood this, so after showing off his wealth in front of Lu Jiadong, the proud expression on his face gradually dissipated, and his fat face drooped, looking helpless:

"We have a bad background, that girl can fall in love with us!"

Looking at the somewhat discouraged Fatty Luo, Lu Jiadong patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Don't worry! With your wife's fortune, the girls who want to marry you must queue up in less than three years!"

"Three years? Do you know what happened three years later?"

"Uh..." Lu Jiadong didn't know how to answer. He couldn't say that he had traveled through time. Fatty Luo just thought Lu Jiadong was kind and comforted, and did not continue to ask, but pointed to the boiled meat slices in front of him and said:

"Okay, eat it quickly. It will be no good when it gets cold later!"

So the two of them squinted their heads and ate them all in a while.
Chapter completed!