Siheyuan: I'm a fool, I'm not a dog licker!

The next morning, as soon as He Yuzhu went to work, he was invited to Deputy Factory Director Li's office by Director Zhou.

Deputy Director Li put down the pen and notebook in his hand, looking as if he had just returned from a meeting.

"Comrade He Yuzhu is here, sit down."

"Hello, Deputy Director Li, I wonder what you want to see me for?"

Although He Yuzhu had already guessed the reason why Deputy Director Li was looking for him, he still said hello very respectfully.

Fifteen minutes later, he came out of Deputy Factory Director Li's office. His salary had been increased from 37.5 yuan to 45 yuan.

It was only after He Yuzhu repeatedly expressed his loyalty and emphasized his ideological consciousness that Deputy Director Li was willing to let him go.

Deputy Factory Director Li knew that Lou Jingzhai would definitely recruit people, and his monthly salary would be at least one hundred yuan.

Compared with others, the only advantage the steel rolling mill has in retaining He Yuzhu is the attention paid to him by the leadership.

On Saturday afternoon, when He Yuyu came back from school, He Yuzhu had already finished get off work and prepared meals.

In fact, it wasn't freshly cooked, but the steaming stir-fry dishes that he had served in advance when Deputy Director Li was entertaining guests and put them on the table.

He also took out five freshly steamed white flour steamed buns from the space, plus a piece of mushroom and old hen soup.

These dishes were fried by He Yuzhu himself. Even Deputy Director Li and Lou Jingzhai couldn't suppress their greed, let alone everyone in the courtyard.

As soon as the dishes were put on the table, the rich aroma wafted throughout the courtyard. Aunt Jia next door was nibbling the steamed buns in her hand. As soon as she smelled the aroma, her face immediately dropped.

Banggan glanced at the Erhe Noodles steamed bun in his hand, and dropped the chopsticks in his hand with a "bah" sound:

"Mom, milk, I'm going to Shazhu's house for dinner. His house must have meat and white-flour steamed buns.

I don’t want to eat Erhe noodle steamed buns, I don’t want to eat pickles, I want to eat meat, I want to drink chicken soup..."

Qin Huairu hugged her son and couldn't help but sigh secretly:

I don’t know what happened to Shazhu in the past month or so. Lunch boxes have not been delivered to home. What should Bangge do if this continues?

It’s the time when children are growing up, and they can’t grow taller without some oil and water!

In the backyard, the second uncle Liu Haizhong and his family were eating. Smelling the sudden fragrance, the second uncle suddenly felt that the white-faced steamed buns in his hand no longer smelled good.

"Hey? Whose rice is so fragrant? It smells like meat!"

Liu Guangtian looked at the dough head that was as hard as a stone in his hand, and his throat hurt when he swallowed it.

"If you can't stop your mouth after eating, get out if you don't want to eat!"

The second uncle glared at his second son Liu Guangtian, picked up the enamel jar and took a sip of tea brewed with jasmine powder. He felt a little better:

At the very least, I can still have some jasmine tea.

"That's right, your dad is right, if you don't want to eat, get out!"

The second aunt also glared at Liu Guangtian, who immediately shrank his neck and said nothing.

Front yard, the third uncle’s house

"What delicious food does this silly Zhu eat at home? It tastes so good?"

The third aunt glanced towards the middle courtyard. She had never smelled such fragrant food in most of her life.

"There must be oil and meat."

Yan Jiecheng glanced at the third uncle and muttered in a low voice: "I don't know when our family will be able to eat meat."

"Whenever you stop eating me, you can eat meat whenever you want."

Yan Bugui glared at his son, didn't he know the smell of meat?

Doesn't he want to eat something good?

But with such a small salary a month, it is necessary to support such a large family.

"Wow, brother, have you cooked so many delicious things today?"

He Yuyu was stunned. He didn't expect to have hot food as soon as he came back, and it was so delicious.

"You are already in your second year of high school, and you are still sallow and skinny, and you don't look like a big kid. From now on, I will go home every week, and I will give you a good supplement."

He Yuzhu touched his sister's head and got on the kang table. The brother and sister immediately started a big sweep.

After finishing the meal, He Yuyu helped his brother clear the dishes on the table.

"Yu Yu, what do you think of the deaf old lady in the backyard?"

He Yuyu was stunned for a moment, not knowing what his brother meant by suddenly asking this, but he still said:

"It's a good old lady. Although I always want you to be his grandson, I still love you from the bottom of my heart."

"She said she would take you to Baocheng to see the old man when I have time. What do you think?"

He Yuzhu finished clearing the dishes on the Kang table, took a rag, wiped the Kang table clean and stood it behind the door.

He Yuyu stopped washing the dishes, and a hint of darkness flashed deep in his eyes:

"Why mention him properly?"

He Yuzhu walked to the stove and helped his sister clean the dishes and put them away. The brother and sister sat on the kang again, and he spoke slowly:

"Yu Yu, although you are in the second year of high school, you are still a big girl. Let us two brothers and sisters close the door and say a few words today."

He Yuzhu's serious attitude surprised He Yuzhu, but when he thought that his brother had finally come to his senses these days, he put away the smile on his face and waited for the next step.

"My father, my father and I all cook Tan's food, you know that, right?"

He Yuyu nodded. Of course she knew this. She also learned many crafts from her father when she was a child.

“Do you know what Tan’s cuisine is?”

He Yuzhu asked seriously.

A trace of doubt flashed across He Yuyu's face, she really didn't know this.

"Tan's cuisine is a government dish. Ordinary people can't afford it. Even apprentices who don't have any family background can't even get enough dishes to practice.

Can you understand?"

As soon as He Yuzhu said these words, He Yuzhu's expression changed instantly.

They are now middle peasants. If both grandfather and father cooked Tan's food for officials, then they should at least be rich peasants.

Even though one is a middle peasant and the other is a rich peasant, there is only one word difference, but the social status is vastly different.

"But……"

He Yuyu frowned, she wanted to say that their brother and sister were middle peasants now.

"I guess this is the reason why the old man left us and ran away with the white widow, and it was the uncle who sent him off in the first place.

The uncle or the deaf old lady must know something."

He Yuzhu is just making a rough guess now:

"Moreover, over the years, I feel that Mr. Yi must have played some disgraceful role here."

He Yuyu's body trembled violently, and tears fell "thumpingly".

When He Yuzhu said this, she also remembered that when her father taught her and her brother how to cook, all the people who came in and out were wealthy families.

"This, this...he is not...he is..."

He Yuyu was incoherent and burst into tears. He felt that the grievances he had suffered for so many years were like being trapped in a dam and the flood suddenly burst.

"Rainwater, as long as you are clear about this, you will have to do whatever you want in the yard from now on.

When I have the opportunity, I will take you to Baocheng to see the old man."

He Yuzhu patted Yuyu's shoulder and wiped her tears for a while before comforting her. He Yuzhu was about to get up and go back to his room when he heard a knock on the door:

"Zhuzi, are you at home? It's me, Sister Qin."

He Yuyu looked at his brother's suddenly frowning, couldn't help but smile, and asked silently:

"Didn't you like her the most before?"

He Yuzhu immediately lost his mind and waited, got off the kang and opened the door.