chsdbacks Chapter 52 Pork cracklings were distributed to the children in the courtyard.
Chapter 52 Pork cracklings were distributed to the children in the courtyard.
When Wang Feng saw that Master Wu was willing to accept Qin Jingru as his disciple, he smiled, knowing he was in for a treat.
He winked at Qin Jingru, who immediately understood and knelt down, kowtowing three times respectfully to Wu Jing.
"Disciple Qin Jingru kowtows to her master."
"Haha, get up, Jingru. From now on, you are my disciple, Wu Jing's disciple. Come to my house for dinner tonight, and we will hold the formal apprenticeship ceremony."
Wu Jing was also very happy to have taken on a talented and beautiful female apprentice, and now her daughter would have a companion.
Qin Jingru stood up, proudly raising her snow-white neck, and smiled at Wang Feng. She had finally completed the task that Brother Wang Feng had given her.
Once she had mastered her skills, Brother Wang Feng said he could let her work as a head chef at a steel mill, which made her very excited.
In the morning, she heard Aunt Wu say that as long as she became a formal employee, she would be able to transfer her household registration to the city, something she had never dared to dream of before.
Seeing this, Wang Feng handed Master Wu a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes and two bottles of Moutai, saying:
"Master Wu, I apologize for visiting you today. I didn't bring anything with me, so please consider this my gift to Jingru as her apprentice."
Wu Jing smiled and waved his hand: "Alright, I don't need these. Come to my house tonight and have Jingru serve me tea. That will complete the apprenticeship ceremony."
Wang Feng thought Wu Jing was just being polite. He declined several times, but when he realized that Wu Jing really didn't want to accept it, he had no choice but to give up.
"Hehe, you're really lucky, kid. Jingru is so beautiful and has such a talent for cooking. You're lucky to have her. Let me tell you, Jingru is my apprentice now. You can't bully her in the future, or I won't let you off the hook."
"That's right, that's right. I'm usually very good to Jingru. You can ask Jingru if you don't believe me."
As he spoke, Wang Feng winked at Qin Jingru.
"Hehe, Master, Brother Wang Feng is the best to me," Qin Jingru said sweetly.
"That's good. I'll give you my home address. You can come over tonight," Wu Jing nodded.
"Alright, Master Wu, we'll be going now."
"Go."
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Wang Feng and Qin Jingru walked out of Fengzeyuan, and Qin Jingru was still a little excited for no reason.
She made up her mind that she must study cooking skills well. Once she got a job at the steel mill, she could transfer her household registration to the city. After she and Wang Feng had a child, she and her child could also get grain ration certificates, so they wouldn't have to spend money to buy expensive grain like Sister Huai Ru did.
As Qin Jingru thought about it, a happy smile appeared on her face.
Back in compound number 95, Wang Feng said to Qin Jingru, "Jingru, you'll have to learn cooking skills from your master from now on. Once you've learned enough, I'll get you a job as the head chef at the steel rolling mill, understand?"
"Okay, Brother Wang Feng, I understand."
"Brother Wang Feng, why didn't you say before that once I became a full-time employee at the steel rolling mill, my future children and I could transfer our household registration to the city?"
Wang Feng waved his hand and said domineeringly, "What's the difference? Whether you and your future children have urban or rural household registration, I can support you."
Qin Jingru thought about it and agreed. She now eats eight steamed buns per meal, so it seems there's not much difference between having an urban household registration and a rural household registration.
The meager ration of grain is not enough to feed her for a week, given her current appetite.
"Jingru, I bought a few pounds of pork, mutton, and offal at the black market last night, as well as about ten pounds of pork fat. Now that you have time, go and render the pork fat first. Tonight, we'll go to your master's house and bring two pounds of pork, two pounds of mutton, and two pounds of offal with us."
"Okay, Brother Wang Feng, I'll go right away."
Seeing Qin Jingru preparing to press pork fat, Wang Feng suddenly remembered that he hadn't put the pork fat and meat into the cupboard yet.
He quickly walked ahead of Qin Jingru, putting the meat and pork fat into the cupboard first, before saying to Qin Jingru:
"Jingru, I don't like eating these pork cracklings. After you finish pressing the pork fat, please share the pork cracklings with the children in the yard."
"Brother Wang Feng, pork cracklings are a good thing, so... we should give them all, right...?"
Before Qin Jingru could finish speaking, Wang Feng raised his hand to interrupt her.
"Jingru, I beat up Shazhu and his gang in the courtyard before. Everyone in the courtyard is quite afraid of me. Sharing pork cracklings with their children can also improve their impression of me. I don't care, but I'm afraid you'll be isolated in the courtyard."
"Okay, Brother Wang Feng, I'll listen to whatever you say. Brother Wang Feng, you're so good to me."
Qin Jingru smiled sweetly, took a large piece of pork fat, and went to press the oil.
Soon, the aroma of oil pressing filled the entire courtyard.
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The Jia family.
Smelling the aroma, Jia Zhangshi looked at Qin Huairu and asked, "Whose family is pressing oil?"
"Mom, it's Jingru's house. I just saw Jingru washing lard in the sink," Qin Huairu said.
"Grandma, I want to eat pork cracklings! I want to eat pork cracklings!" Bang Geng shouted.
Qin Huairu ruffled the curly hair of Banggeng and comforted him, "Banggeng, wait a while. After your aunt finishes pressing the lard, Mom will take you to eat pork cracklings."
Madam Jia glared fiercely at Qin Huairu and said, "Qin Huairu, after Qin Jingru finishes pressing the oil, go to her house and bring back half of the pork cracklings. This time, I'll see what that wretched girl Qin Jingru has to say."
Qin Huairu rolled her eyes. She wanted half of what the other person wanted right off the bat. She wanted to ask, "Why? Because you're so arrogant? Or because you can eat so much?" But she didn't dare argue with Jia Zhangshi, or she'd get scolded again.
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Qin Jingru finished pressing the lard and was just about to take the pork cracklings to each house to inform them when she saw about a dozen children coming to her door.
Some children even sniffed hard, trying to inhale all the fragrance into their noses.
Qin Jingru smiled slightly and waved to Ya Ya beside her.
Ya Ya toddled over to Qin Jingru, hugged Qin Jingru's long legs, and sweetly called out:
"Sister Jingru."
With a big smile, Qin Jingru took a piece of pork crackling and stuffed it into Ya Ya's mouth.
Ya Ya narrowed her eyes instantly, as if she wanted to remember the aroma of pork cracklings forever.
"Ya Ya, does the pork crackling smell good?"
"Sister Jingru, it smells good."
The other dozen or so children, including Banggeng, kept swallowing their saliva and staring intently at the pork cracklings in Qin Jingru's hand as she fed them to Yaya.
Qin Jingru rubbed Ya Ya's head and said, "Ya Ya, go back and get a bowl. I'll share the pork cracklings with everyone."
"Yes, thank you, Sister Jingru."
After saying that, Ya Ya took her short little steps and went home to get a bowl.
Seeing the children swallowing their saliva, Qin Jingru smiled and said, "You all go home and get bowls. I'll share the pork cracklings with you."
Upon hearing that there would be pork cracklings to eat, more than ten children happily went home to get bowls.
At this moment, Qin Huairu walked up to Qin Jingru and said with a smile, "Jingru, you're Banggeng and Xiaodang's aunt. See, could you give us a little more pork cracklings?"