Siheyuan: promoted to director, sub-district office to send wife

After pondering secretly for a long time, I finally figured out one thing.

Big brother is comforting sister-in-law!
My sister-in-law is new to Forty-Nine City, so she must not be willing to eat and wear, even eating eggs has to be calculated.

So the eldest brother who loves his wife deliberately talked about his salary to relieve sister-in-law Jiayun's psychological burden.

Thinking of this, He Yushui thought that his elder brother was a good man, but he also felt sorry for his sister-in-law who had suffered in the countryside.

I completely forgot that some time ago, her living standard was much worse than that of her sister-in-law!

On the dining table, there are only two small pots.

A pot is full of eggplant boxes, filled to the brim, golden and crisp.

A bowl of steamed buns soaked in egg liquid and deep-fried, with a tangy aroma.

"start!"

Not to mention that He Yushui and Song Jiayun were too greedy, even He Yuzhu couldn't hold back his saliva.

Because the taste is so fragrant, it whets the appetite!

With a shout, the three stretched out their chopsticks.

Take a bite of the mantou first, the mantou is fragrant and crispy.

After Song Jiayun ate one slice, she felt even hungrier, "It's strange, I wasn't too hungry at first, but I didn't expect to be more and more hungry."

"Sister-in-law, I feel the same way."

He Yushui smiled, and stretched out his chopsticks to pick up another slice.

The two seemed to have forgotten that there was another dish.

"The eggplant box is the most delicious, are you two stupid?"

Two eggplant boxes fell into the two bowls, and He Yuzhu said helplessly, "The steamed buns are finished, and there is still one eggplant box."

Song Jiayun would not refuse anyone who came, she bit off half of the eggplant box, and said pleasantly, "The meat stuffing inside is really tasty, I like it so much!"

He Yushui didn't care about talking, so he quickly stuffed it into his mouth and nodded vigorously.

"Bang bang bang!"

Hearing someone knock on the door, He Yuzhu opened it, revealing Yan Bugui's cunning and cunning face.

"Zhuzi, have you finished your meal yet? I'm here to help you clean up the pot again."

As he spoke, the third master's nose twitched wildly, and his whole body slipped in through the crack of the door, heading straight for the dining table.

"I... haven't finished eating yet! Oh, this is not meat, fried eggplant? How are eggplants made?"

Yan Bugui directly reached out and grabbed one, pretending to hold it up in the air to check it, and licked his lips, "It should be fried, right? There is still meat stuffing in the middle!"

"Ha ha."

After waiting for a while, no one responded, and the third master smiled awkwardly.

He Yuzhu turned around, pointed at the door, with a look of displeasure on his face, "Third Master, you have to be lucky that the one you took is from the rainwater bowl.

If I took it directly from the basin just now, I will chop off one of your hands today. "

Yan Bugui glanced at the eggplant box in his hand, he hesitated for a long time without saying a word.

"I'll clean the pot myself and go out."

"Hey, I'll go, I'll go."

Yan Bugui, who responded repeatedly, was still holding the eggplant box tightly before leaving.

Seeing that he finally left, He Yushui pursed his lips and muttered, "Third Master is really annoying. He always goes to other people's houses to play the autumn breeze during meals, and now he wants to clean up our house? He must be sick!"

Song Jiayun was also curious, what kind of eccentricity is it to come to the door and ask to clean the pots and pans?
He Yuzhu finished the ins and outs of the morning, guessing that he should have drunk his own pot water.

"Alas--"

Hearing this, Song Jiayun grinned, frowned in disgust, and shook her head feeling that the actions of the third master really insulted the integrity of scholars!

Known by the nickname Yan Laoxi, he is notoriously budget-friendly. "

Then, He Yuzhu talked about some of the most classic stingy past stories of the third master, raised his brows, "If you can't afford to eat, you can't afford to be poor."

"Li'er is such a rationale, but his behavior is too shabby, how can he plot others to enrich his family."

Song Jiayun said "tsk tsk tsk" three times, disapproving of the third master's way of life.

Because of the poverty of her family, she has been exposed to it since she was a child.We must learn to calculate and plan carefully and keep a steady stream of water.

But it didn't reach such an exaggerated level, not to mention drinking other people's pot water, but directly grabbing it!

"So stay away from this kind of person. If you don't pay attention, you will be tricked by him."

There were still a few eggplant boxes left, and He Yuzhu divided them into two bowls.

...

The next day, according to the agreed time, He Yuzhu Zaozhuang arrived at the gate of the rolling mill.

After a while, I ran into an old acquaintance.

Xu Damao squinted his eyes and looked around He Yuzhu, puzzled, "Silly Zhuzi, it's not time for work yet, what are you doing here so early?"

What's more, she was dressed like a dog, and she wore a pair of big leather shoes, which were well polished!
At this time, there were no workers at the gate of the factory, only the two of them were staring at each other.

He Yuzhu flicked his head to the other side coldly, not letting him smell his fart.

"Hey, let's take a look at your dead virtue, who cares about you?!"

Xu Damao, who was ignored, also shook his head violently and walked into the factory.

The machinery and equipment for showing movies are all in the small warehouse, and he will go to the house with the equipment.

He Yuzhu, who stayed where he was, sneered, wondering if Xu Damao could still laugh later.

"Master He, get in the car."

A car stopped on the side of the road, and the driver rolled down the window and shouted.

When He Yuzhu got into the car, Director Yang was already sitting on the other side.

"When you get to the place later, don't say what you shouldn't say, don't ask what you shouldn't ask. Do your job well, and don't meddle in the rest."

It can be seen that Director Yang is very nervous, holding the corners of his clothes with both hands, and repeatedly reminding He Yuzhu of some precautions.

"Don't worry, the factory manager, I'm just a dumb cook today."

He Yuzhu patted his chest and assured, "I will definitely not lose the chain to the factory manager."

The car went straight all the way, turned a few more turns, and finally stopped in front of a small western-style building.

Director Yang wiped the sweat from his brow, looked up at the building through the car window.

"It's time to arrive, Master He, you must cheer up!"

This sentence seems to be said to himself, straightening the collar, patting the pockets, and tugging at the hem of the clothes.

In the end, he turned his head to He Yuzhu solemnly and said, "Come on, let's get out of the car."

He Yuzhu nodded, he didn't have anything, he just had to follow the factory director's instructions.

At the entrance of Xiaoyanglou, a young man was already standing.

The most noticeable thing is the hair, which must have been smeared with more than half a can of oil!
As if licked by his mother's calf, it's wet and sticky...

What's more terrible is that he combed a shocking hairstyle, with big middle points!
He has all the oily noodles and sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks!