Siheyuan: I Called the Police at the Beginning

Chapter 32 What a coincidence, I happen to know your Director Yang

Under the solemn guidance of the receptionist, Geng Ping'an came to a private room with an antique style and low-key yet luxurious decoration.

Met my nominal uncle.

Wang Yijun is a fat old man in his sixties with slightly gray hair, but he is energetic and has a ruddy face.

That is the facilitation of the system.

Otherwise, Geng Ping'an really couldn't imagine that the other party was just his uncle.

Not grandpa or something.

At this age, he really thought he was a wonder in the countryside.

You can have a three-year-old grandfather and an eighty-year-old grandson.

Because it was the first time they met, Geng Ping'an was a little hesitant to call him uncle.

Fortunately, Wang Yijun was very close to him.

Seeing Geng Ping'an, he immediately said happily and lovingly.

"It's Ping An, you haven't visited your uncle for a long time, why bring a gift? Be polite to me."

"If you miss your uncle, just come over. How can I not welcome you?"

The system is so magical that it allows Wang Yijun to trust and know his nephew Geng Pingan without any sense of disobedience and unconditionally.

At this moment, Geng Ping'an was seen wearing a thin patched outfit.

A trace of heartache and shame immediately flashed across Wang Yijun's eyes.

Why didn't he think of caring more about his nephew before?

It is obvious that I am not short of food.

Because of the system, Wang Yijun had no doubts about Geng Ping'an's origins.

But he had no idea that a few days ago he didn't even know who Geng Ping'an was, so how could he possibly think of caring about his situation.

Because of guilt.

Wang Yijun said bluntly.

"Ping An, have you encountered any difficulties in your life?"

"If you have anything you want to do this time, just ask. Your uncle still has some respect in the city."

"Oh, look at me, I'm just busy talking. You haven't eaten yet, right? Come with me to the kitchen first to see it for yourself."

"You might as well try your uncle's cooking."

"Then, I'll take you to buy some new clothes."

"Well, I haven't tried my uncle's food yet."

Although he knew it was because of the system, Wang Yijun was so nice to him.

However, as he drew this identity.

The other person is his real uncle, which has become an objective fact.

Being too polite and distant to him will only make him sad.

So Geng Ping'an finally accepted the other party's kindness with peace of mind.

The worst that can happen is that the other person treats you sincerely.

He also truly treats the other person as an elder.

Thinking.

Geng Ping'an said to Wang Yijun.

"Uncle, to be honest, I taught myself Sichuan and Shandong cuisine, and I think my skills are pretty good. Let me show you some of my own."

Wang Yijun had a very high status in Fengze Garden, so he quickly mobilized all the resources in the kitchen.

A sumptuous meal with fish and meat was prepared for Geng Ping'an.

No one would say he was wasteful.

You know, in the outside world, if you want to eat a table full of dishes made by Wang Yijun himself, you will find it hard to believe.

I'm afraid I'll have to make an appointment outside the city.

Moreover, the price was so high that it far exceeded the imagination of Yi Zhonghai and his group of ordinary people in the courtyard.

But for my own nephew, of course he can eat whatever he wants.

Eat as much as you want.

At the same time, Geng Ping'an also took the opportunity to prepare two dishes for Wang Yijun to taste.

It is a classic dish of Sichuan cuisine and Shandong cuisine respectively.

Mapo tofu.

Six happy meatballs.

"Ping An, you really gave me a big surprise."

"It's a big shock!"

"Regardless of the taste, the presentation alone is comparable to that of the most famous chef in Fengze Garden for his knife skills."

At the dinner table, Wang Yijun told Geng Ping'an not to be polite with him and to eat quickly.

On the other hand, he couldn't wait to check two dishes for Geng Ping'an.

My heart was filled with shock.

It can be said that if Geng Ping'an was not too young, his superb knife skills would be beyond common sense.

Even without any personal emotions involved, he dared to say that Geng Ping'an was actually a bit better than the chef of Fengze Garden.

However, facts proved that Wang Yijun was too happy too early and spoke too confidently.

I picked up a piece of extremely fresh and chewy tofu and put it in my mouth.

Wang Yijun's expression froze for a moment.

After a long time, he couldn't believe it and trembled again as he picked up a piece of tofu and put it into his mouth.

Then he stood there for a long time.

Then he extended his chopsticks to another dish, Four Happiness Meatballs.

Then, Wang Yijun slowly chewed and savored the delicious and smooth meatballs in his mouth.

He looked at Geng Ping'an with extremely complicated eyes.

If Geng Ping'an wasn't his own nephew, he would be furious and unable to accept that there could be such a monster in the world!
I spent a long time thinking about what to say.

Wang Yijun then spoke slowly in a hoarse voice.

"Of course, your taste is not much worse than mine. You are just a teenager, but your cooking skills are as good as an old man like me."

He said thoughtfully.

"Ping An, it seems like you don't have any master to teach you."

"That does not work!"

"You are a genius, a true genius."

At this moment, Wang Yijun's tone was extremely lonely and extremely relieved.

"But this is not good. You are far beyond the ordinary. You are a monster. You don't conform to the doctrine of the mean and are not in line with national conditions."

After hearing Wang Yijun's words, Geng Ping'an suddenly understood.

What Wang Yijun said is absolutely right and not groundless.

In this country, especially at this time, it's not a good thing to stand out.

Seniority is important in any industry.

And in this era, respecting teachers is still very important.

It was not like the later trend of being obsessed with money, where many people did not pay attention to their own inheritance, and apprentices were either brave enough to fight or completely give up.

Therefore, he is likely to be suppressed or specially "cultivated" by the so-called seniors.

Still can't lose my temper.

Whatever it is, it is for his own good, Dun Dun Miao.

We can't let him become arrogant and ruin a talent like him.

What's more, when the wind blows in the future.

His situation might be even worse. If he is targeted by someone with ulterior motives or someone with jealous eyes, his family might be destroyed.

Not to mention the streets are filled with unprovoked malice, which is simply overflowing.

Just because there are so many beasts in the house, I'm afraid they would hope that he would die soon and be reborn so that they can divide the house and money.

That is because his uncle would not have any evil thoughts towards him.

Otherwise, Geng Ping'an would never have easily exposed his extraordinary cooking skills.

Geng Pingan said, nodding in understanding.

"Uncle, I understand what you said. I just wanted to show you my real cooking skills. I didn't embarrass you."

"What do you think about me working as a cook in a steel mill?"

Anyone who understands Wang Yijun's status will not be a fool. He will act quickly and know that the policy from above is correct.

So Geng Ping'an took the opportunity to talk about serious matters.

"I heard that the Red Star Steel Mill is expanding its recruitment. I plan to become a cook there, a glorious worker."

"It just so happens that my cooking skills are pretty good. I only need one percent of my skills to gain a foothold in the factory."

"I make sure every worker and even the leader can't live without my food."

Tell Wang Yijun your thoughts.

Geng Ping'an considered the choice of working in the steel rolling mill for some time.

Since he has won the master-level cooking skill, it would be unjust not to let him become a chef.

And being a chef is very easy. At least Sha Zhu in the original novel lived a stable life for many years without any other dirty things or extremely complicated interpersonal relationships to deal with.

At the same time, as a cook, he could also afford the luxury of eating meat every day.

There is also a reason why his face is shiny and greasy, which is obviously different from others.

In the end, what he wants is to be familiar with the plot and replace Sha Zhu's position.

In this way, he can have more advantages in knowing the plot and leave Sha Zhu with no way out.

"You've thought it through very well, and you said it well."

After pondering for a moment, Wang Yijun looked at Geng Ping'an with appreciation.

"It seems that I don't need to worry too much. You have grown up."

"Just say that from now on, and don't reveal your cooking skills too much."

Wang Yijun was both pleased and impressed by Geng Ping'an's unexpected understanding.

Finally he smiled slightly.

"What a coincidence! The food on this table is still hot, and I also happen to know your Director Yang."

"I'll have someone call him over and introduce him to you."

(End of this chapter)