Spy Wars: I can get rewards by being a bully!

Chapter 1091 Spring Chapter (1)

Everyone first looked at the tall, extraordinary young man with a mixture of eagerness and fear, admiring Master Lin's demeanor, and then looked expectantly at the cafeteria chef who was sharpening his knife.

The head chef, feeling a little embarrassed, called to his apprentices, "Hurry up and lift the pig onto the chopping board. Where's the basin? Where's the basin I asked for?"

An apprentice brought over a large basin containing scallions, ginger, and various seasonings; this was for collecting pig's blood.

A large white pig was tied to the chopping board and held down by several people. The head chef was very skilled; he stroked the back of the pig's head, and the pig stopped struggling. Then he raised his hand, pressed a point under the pig's neck, and pushed the knife in. The pig let out a short, muffled groan, and then the knife was pulled out, and a large amount of pig blood gushed out.

"My God, what superb swordsmanship!"

"This butcher must have slaughtered quite a few pigs; he's so efficient!"

The head chef smiled smugly.

He used to be both a cook and a traveling butcher in the countryside.

He doesn't charge people for slaughtering pigs, but he has to take the offal with him. Some he keeps for himself, and some he sells to braised pork stalls. He makes a decent living.

They say a cook won't starve during a famine, but who would have thought that the famines of last year and this year would actually starve him!

In his hometown in northern Shandong, there was already a large population and little land. When the harvest failed, hunger followed, then bandits, and then the Japanese and puppet troops launched mopping-up operations.

He took all the rich and poor people in one go, and no one asked him to slaughter pigs. Instead, someone asked him to organize a banquet. However, it was the local head of the local government who specifically requested a Manchu-Han Imperial Feast, and not only did he want to eat it, but he also refused to pay for it.

The master craftsman fled overnight with his family and, by sheer chance, was recruited by the port construction site, which can be considered a great stroke of luck in his life.

Several pigs were quickly butchered, and the master chef gave a live demonstration of butchering a pig. The small knife was as easy as an extension of his arm, and he easily cut open the pig skin, took out the offal, then used an axe to chop the pig in half, and then switched to a small knife to dissect it again.

Finally, he asked his superiors present, "How should this meat be cooked?"

Unexpectedly, this request was reported up and down the chain of command to Lin Ze.

Lin Ze pondered for a moment, "Braised pork and cabbage with vermicelli, steamed buns made from a mixture of wheat and water, all you can eat!"

Cheers erupted from the crowd!

Lin Ze then called out to everyone, "It's Chinese New Year! We all value family reunion. Although we all suffered a disaster not long ago, it's precisely because of this that we should celebrate this New Year well! Who says we can't have family reunions? This is your home, and everyone here is our brother! Let's have a reunion dinner today!"

Yang Congxuan said a lot in the morning, which had an effect, but ultimately could not completely eliminate the low spirits in these people's hearts.

But Lin Ze's words stirred a wave of excitement, emotion, gratitude, and warmth in the hearts of the refugees...

Master Lin is right, this is home!

The many managers present could tell from the refugees' expressions how effective Lin Ye's words had been, and they all looked at Lin Ze with admiration.

Why don't our words have this effect?

Lin Ze: Don't be envious, I have a cheat code.

It was already completely dark when the pork stew with vermicelli was ready, and baskets of steamed buns made from a mixture of wheat and water were brought over.

The head chef shouted, "Line up for your food! Everyone gets plenty!"

The training these days had instilled a sense of order in the refugees, who quickly formed long queues, holding their bowls and waiting in line to get their food.

After the fight, no one went back to the wooden house to eat. They either sat on the benches in the small square, or simply squatted or sat on the ground.

Lin Ze also stepped forward and got a dish.

The chef's hand was trembling as he held the spoon. Lin Ze laughed and said, "Don't shake it off! You've already shaken half of this spoonful of food off!"

The head chef forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. "Master Lin, this, this, I didn't know you wanted this. This is a large pot of stew, and it's cooked like this..."

"The food from the big pot is the most fragrant. Hurry up and give me more meat, and two more steamed buns!"

After getting his food and two steamed buns, Lin Ze squatted down on the ground like the refugees and slurped them down.

Someone was watching him, and as they watched, tears dripped into the bowl.

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In Beiping, Mr. Hou, the owner of a wonton stall, and his wife wiped the table clean, moved it to a small shed by the roadside, stacked it up, and covered it with an oilcloth.

Today is the last day he'll be setting up his stall. Tomorrow is Chinese New Year, and the day after tomorrow is the first day of the Lunar New Year. He won't be able to continue selling breakfast until the third day of the Lunar New Year.

The old man was a little anxious. She hadn't bought all the ingredients for the New Year's Eve dinner yet. Not only was grain in short supply, but non-staple foods were even more scarce. Their business had done well this year, and they had some money in hand, but they didn't know if they could buy anything.

"I wonder if there's any frozen fish left at the Dong'an Market. I heard everyone's been buying big carp these past few days, but I don't know if there are any left. If there aren't any fish left..."

Boss Hou remained calm and smiled, saying, "A lucky person doesn't need to rush. My wife, I've booked a table at Zhengyanglou Restaurant, and they'll deliver it to our home!"

His wife was startled. "Why are you spending that money? It's not like we can't cook it ourselves. Besides, we run a food stall; we still have to order vegetables from outside..."

“I’m telling you, how can we, as wonton sellers, be compared to those running fancy restaurants? You’ve been working hard all year, getting up at the crack of dawn to buy meat and vegetables at the black market, and then helping me chop the filling when you get home. You have to set up your stall before dawn. We’ve made quite a bit of money this year. After paying for the children’s schooling, we still have some left over. I want to buy you some new clothes, and also…”

His wife interrupted, "Honey, I know you feel sorry for me, but aren't you tired too? That's how life is. I have clothes to wear, so let's get some for our son. He needs to go to school, and people will laugh at him if he's not dressed properly."

Boss Hou smiled and didn't say anything. "Then I'll take another piece of cloth and make two more outfits!"

The next day, the child learned that his father had ordered a feast from outside and had been looking forward to it since morning.

The child is also sensible. He studies after school and does housework when he has time. Occasionally, his parents leave him some wontons to cook and eat by himself, but he is reluctant to do so.

These will all make money when they're sold!

As evening approached, the waiter from Zhengyanglou arrived with a food box. The meal cost 1.5 yuan and included eight dishes, a large plate of steamed cakes, and a bowl of soup.

Mr. Hou's son has never seen such a sumptuous meal since he was a child!

Firecrackers were set off in the evening, and the family sat down to eat.

"Dad, Mom, this is delicious!"

"This fish is delicious!"

"Mom, try these ribs!"

"Dad, here's some crispy fried shrimp for you, it'll go well with your drinks!"

Boss Hou laughed and said, "Good lad, you even know how to have drinks with you! You should have a small cup too!"

He took a small three-qian cup, poured a cup, and his son wasn't intimidated at all. He was already fourteen, and in the countryside, people his age were already getting married.

Raising his glass, he said, "Father, Mother, you have provided me with food and clothing, and sent me to school. Your son will definitely work hard to repay you. Today, on New Year's Day, I wish you both good health!"

Mr. and Mrs. Hou were so happy that their eyes welled up with tears!