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

When everyone in the kitchen heard what Xiaopang said, they all lamented that Xiaopang was thick-skinned, and at the same time, they all waited to see what He Yuzhu would say.

After all, everyone knows that the position of the foreman was supposed to be the chubby one, but He Yuzhu cut him off halfway.

To say that Xiaopang doesn't have any ideas in his mind is to go to a grave and burn newspapers to fool the devil!

He Yuzhu glanced at Xiaopang with a half-smile:

"Oh, I don't dare to take you for granted. You are Master Huang's disciple. Even if Master Huang retires, you are still a master of cooking."

"Master He, you commend me. With your cooking skills, you can be a chef at Xianfeng Restaurant. From now on, my little fat boy will learn from you. Do you think it's okay?"

There was no trace of embarrassment on Xiao Pang's face, as if He Yuzhu's incident of intercepting his foreman halfway had never happened.

The smile on his face and the tone of his voice are as sincere as you want.

Seeing his appearance, everyone couldn't help but scolded him as "a wolf with white eyes and a bastard" in their hearts.

Xiaopang is Master Huang's apprentice. In these days, the apprentice has to bear half of the burden. In the future, he will be responsible for providing Master Huang with care until he is old and dying, and he will have a share in the filial piety.

Nowadays, Master Huang has just retired, and Xiaopang can't wait to change his family and climb a higher branch. Isn't this a white-eyed wolf?

"Little Fatty, just keep it in your mind. Regardless of whether Master Huang is here or not, you are as good as a cooking master in our kitchen.

Besides, it’s not impossible if you want me to teach you.”

When He Yuzhu said this, he paused deliberately and glanced at Xiaopang.

As expected, the smile on Xiao Pang's face became even thicker, and a trace of imperceptible contempt flashed deep in his eyes.

On the other hand, everyone around him looked strange.

There are even many people who are secretly thinking:

Hey, this silly column is still a silly column. Even if he becomes a chef, he is still a silly column!

Since Little Fatty is Master Huang's apprentice, you, stupid Zhu, teach Little Fatty how to cook without going through his master. Isn't this a clear competition for his apprentice?

If Master Huang found out about this, would he let you go, Silly Zhu?

"That being the case, then my little fat guy will be your apprentice from now on."

Xiaopang didn't care what other people thought, he quickly climbed up the pole and confirmed the matter in one sentence in front of everyone in the kitchen.

"Little Fatty, don't be anxious to hear what I have to say."

He Yuzhu waved his hand and looked at Xiaopang with a smile. Xiaopang's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt a bad feeling.

"You first worshiped Master Huang. Now if you want me to teach you, you have to invite Master Huang here first and ask Master Huang what he means in front of everyone.

If Master Huang agrees, I will naturally not refuse."

When everyone in the kitchen heard He Yuzhu's words, they all nodded in agreement and couldn't help but think to themselves:

Hey, this stupid Zhu, no wonder he became a chef, he turned out to be smarter!

Xiaopang suddenly turned pale. He originally wanted to dig a hole for He Yuzhu, but he ended up burying himself in it:

Now, everyone knows that after Master Huang retired, he was ungrateful and wanted to find another career.

Not to mention other people, Master Huang alone will not let him go if he finds out.

"How about you help me out again?"

He Yuzhu pointed at the cooking pot with a spoon and asked with a smile.

"Snapped!"

Xiaopang felt as if an invisible big hand slapped him hard.

"Well, Master He, I, I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable..."

Even though Little Fatty had a face that could be compared to a corner of a city wall, he couldn't resist the disdainful and contemptuous looks of so many people present. He left the kitchen before he could even finish his words.

At noon, before the workers entered the canteen after get off work, they smelled the fragrance:

"Hey, what are you having for lunch today? It's so delicious?"

"Hey, Silly Zhu has a good idea. We're not even in the cafeteria yet, and we're already smelling..."

"This smells like potato shreds, right? It smells so damn good!"

small canteen

Factory Director Yang, Deputy Factory Director Li, Office Director Huo and others all lost their previous leadership style, and they wolfed down their food like a wolf.

"Xingguo, where did you hire such a chef, who can fry these simple shredded potatoes so fragrantly?"

Director Yang leaned back on the chair, subconsciously touched his round belly, and asked.

"Director Yang, is this dish good?"

Deputy Director Li also touched his belly and responded with a smile:

"Master Huang in the cafeteria retired yesterday. I remembered that when Master Huang was the foreman, Director Yang personally hosted a cooking competition. Master Huang stood out from the other senior chefs and became the foreman.

Therefore, I also followed the example of Factory Manager Yang and held a cooking competition in private.

Unexpectedly, Comrade He Yuzhu, who has always been unknown, conquered everyone's stomach with his simple fried bean sprouts."

"Well, yes, he is a good comrade. Wei Guo, go and invite him over."

Director Yang looked at the canteen director Wang Weiguo and motioned for him to call someone.

After get off work, He Yuzhu distributed the leftover food in the kitchen to everyone, even Xiaopang got a share.

As the saying goes, if the cook does not steal, the grain will not be harvested.

As long as it doesn't go too far, the people above will turn a blind eye and not care.

In this era, life is very difficult for everyone, and hunger is the norm.

Let’s not talk about others, but He Yuzhu himself. In the past year, all the food he brought back from the cafeteria went into Qin Huairu’s family.

There are so many children in the courtyard, but only three of her children are fair and healthy. The other children of the same age are all sallow and thin, and cannot eat a few mouthfuls of fine food all year round.

As soon as He Yuzhu entered the courtyard carrying his lunch box, he saw the third uncle Yan Bugui squatting in front of the door and wiping his bicycle.

There are more than 20 families living in the courtyard. The three uncles are three highly respected people elected by the residents. They usually help mediate neighborhood conflicts and cooperate with the work of the street office.

"Hey, Zhu Zhu is back. I heard that you have become a chef? Your salary has also been increased to 37.5 yuan, right?"

The third uncle, Yan Bugui, is a teacher at Hongxing Primary School. He believes in one sentence most in his life: "If you don't have enough to eat, you won't have enough to wear. If you don't calculate, you will suffer from poverty."

Even if his son Yan Jiecheng wants to use a bicycle, he has to pay for it.

"Hey, third uncle, you are really well-informed. You are worthy of being the third uncle in the courtyard. Are you going to go fishing tomorrow?"

He Yuzhu knew that tomorrow was Sunday, and the third uncle would ride his bicycle to go fishing in the river if he didn't go to work.

"That's not true. If you can catch one or two, you can also supplement your family income a little."

The third uncle chuckled, and He Yuzhu greeted several aunts and entered the middle courtyard.

In the middle courtyard, Qin Huairu was washing clothes. When he saw He Yuzhu coming back, his eyes lit up and he smiled:

"The pillar is back."

"Well, is Sister Qin doing the laundry again?"

He Yuzhu responded casually and was about to walk back when he saw Bangge running over from the house and reached out to take the lunch box in his hand.

If it were in the past, He Yuzhu would definitely give Banggeng his lunch box, touch his head and praise him.

But, today...

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