Siheyuan starts from a good life

"Director Qian, let me guess what your chef's last name is!" Jiang Yan put down the chopsticks in his hand and spoke to Director Qian with a slight smile.

Director Qian was surprised when he heard Jiang Yan's words: "How does Mr. Jiang know his last name?"

Jiang Yan laughed, picked up the wine glass and toasted Director Qian.

"Director Qian will tell you the truth. I came to our city this time for two things. The most important thing is that Director Yang asked me to be the main equipment. The other thing is that I have a man named He. The elder is working in our Baoshi City to earn a living, and by chance this time, his name is He Daqing who works in our cotton spinning factory."

Director Qian was quite surprised when he heard Jiang Yan's words.

"Master Daqing is your elder! Why didn't you tell me earlier? If you see this, please make a fuss. This is not because the flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple. This family doesn't know each other."

"Xiao Liu, go and call Master Qing."

Director Qian greeted the secretary sitting at the door.

After the secretary responded, he stood up and walked outside.

In the back kitchen, after He Daqing arranged for others to clean up the kitchen, he sat there leisurely, humming Peking Opera, and occasionally picked up the big teapot and took a sip of tea. It was really quite comfortable.

"Master He, Master He, hurry up, hurry up, the factory director is looking for trouble."

Secretary Xiao Liu ran over panting and pulled up He Daqing, who was sitting leisurely on the recliner.

"No, Secretary Liu, what did you say? Slow down and wait for me to get up!" He Daqing broke away from Secretary Liu's hand, stood up from the recliner, straightened his clothes, and followed the secretary to the private room. .

He Daqing was already used to this kind of situation, and he would always ask him to come over and see him before he had any guests to eat.

"Boss, this dish is delicious!" Entering the private room, He Daqing's slumped face was filled with smiles.

To be honest, Jiang Yan was immediately amused by his paralyzed face and his smiling face.

Seeing Jiang Yan smile, Factory Manager Qian started laughing. Only He Daqing felt like a monk with two feet in length, confused. He didn't know why the guests who came today laughed when they saw him.

At the stall where He Daqing was thinking, Jiang Yan smiled and said, "Uncle He, you don't recognize me anymore. Take a closer look."

Hearing this title, He Daqing couldn't help but look at Jiang Yan with wide eyes. After a long time, he said with a surprised look on his face: "You are Jiang Yan."

"It's me, Uncle He. Long time no see."

"It's been a long time. If you're not studying in SL, why did you come to our factory?"

Hearing what He Daqing said, Jiang Yan still smiled and said, "I'm not graduating anymore, I'm coming back. Now I work in the steel rolling mill. This time I came to our factory to provide the main equipment at the invitation of Director Qian."

After Jiang Yan said this, he turned to Director Qian and said, "Director Qian, can you give me Uncle He a half-day off in the afternoon? We haven't seen each other for a long time and I want to talk to him."

"No problem, Lao He. I'll arrange dinner for the evening and grant you an afternoon leave. You two can have a good chat. In the evening, Lao He, you can take Mr. Jiang to taste the delicacies we have in the market."

After Director Qian finished speaking to He Daqing, he turned to Jiang Yan and said, "I will ask the secretary to book a few rooms at the Hebei Hotel for the evening, and you will rest there for the night. Let Lao He accompany you tonight."

Logically speaking, every factory basically has its own guest house, but Jiang Yan is a distinguished guest. As long as the eight major factories in Baoshi are expensive, they will usually arrange it in the Hebei Hotel.

"This is your car." After leaving the private room, Jiang Yan took He Daqing to where his jeep was. He was quite surprised when he saw his jeep. He Daqing was surrounded by a large number of people surrounding his jeep.

"Xiaoyan, you've grown up now, and you're much better than my Zhuzhu. I don't know if my stupid Zhuzhu will be able to fit into a car in this life."

Jiang Yan listened to He Daqing's words with a smile on his face and said nothing.

At this time, Xu Damao and his group, who had finished eating in the cafeteria, were walking away to where Jiang Yan parked his jeep.

He Yuzhu had a stinky face the whole time. He just went to the window where he was cooking and asked, and the person in charge of the kitchen was his unreliable father, He Daqing.

When he asked to see He Daqing, he was told by someone from the kitchen that He Daqing had been summoned by the factory director and was no longer in the kitchen.

"Dad" was still more than ten meters away from where Jiang Yan parked his car. Sharp-eyed He Yuyu saw He Daqing who was chatting with Jiang Yan. She yelled and ran over in tears.

He Daqing, who was chatting enthusiastically with Jiang Yan, suddenly heard a familiar voice, paused, and turned to look in the direction of the sound.

"Girl," He Daqing dropped the cigarette butt in his hand and hugged He Yuyu who ran over.

"Dad, I can see you," He Yuyu said and started to cry.

He Daqing was completely panicked now and quickly wiped away the tears of his precious daughter.

"Dad, don't you want us anymore? I haven't seen you back for so long."

Hearing He Yuyu's words, He Daqing said to He Yuyu with a hint of embarrassment: "How could I not want you? Dad has been transferred to work elsewhere, aren't you busy?"

"I have written to you before. Didn't I tell you in this letter? If you miss me, ask your brother to bring you to see me."

"But the letter your brother sent me said that you are busy studying now and don't have time. He also said that you were very sad when I left without saying goodbye and didn't want to see me."

At this time, He Yuzhu also walked up to He Daqing and said to He Daqing with a sullen face: "Now you don't write drafts when you lie. When did you write me a letter? Why don't I write to you? You can dream!"

"Silly Zhu, you are so courageous. You dare to talk about your father like that. I think you really deserve a beating."

After He Daqing finished speaking, he raised his hand to beat He Yuzhu.

However, He Yuzhu stopped him.

At this time, Jiang Yan said, "Okay, Uncle He, Zhu Zhu, let's not talk here. We'll go to the restaurant to talk in detail later."

"Zhuzi, forget what I told you when I came here. Just calm down your temper and speak out later. Please pay attention to me outside, otherwise don't blame the boss and I'll beat you up."

After Jiang Yan said this, he got into the passenger seat of the car. Xu Damao sat in the driving seat with a wink, and He Daqing and his family of four sat in the back seat of the car.

On the way to Hebei Hotel, the atmosphere was quite strange. He Daqing held He Yuzhu and sat there without speaking the whole time. He Yuzhu, who was sitting next to He Daqing, had a stinking face the whole time. Qin Huairu grabbed He Yuzhu nervously. arm.

Jiang Yan, who was sitting on the passenger seat, saw the whole family in this state through the rearview mirror.

Jiang Yan felt that this family was so interesting. It felt like enemies sitting together. Jiang Yan almost laughed out loud several times.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Xu Damao who was driving. He also had a gossipy look on his face.