Siheyuan: Rebirth of He Yuzhu, God of Cooking starts

This meeting discussed how to put the refrigerator into production next, where to choose the factory site, who will be responsible for this, and a series of other issues.

He Yuzhu felt a headache when he heard it.

He felt that he was not qualified to be an official and was not suitable for meetings to discuss such profound and complicated things.

He still likes to do his old job, chef.

The meeting finally ended, and He Yuzhu was granted amnesty.

He stretched and walked out of the conference room, but was stopped by Deputy Director Li again.

"Zhuzi, you have to hurry up about the job quota I gave you."

"Recently, the workshop has reported that the production plan is too large and there are not enough workers. You need to implement the job quota as soon as possible.

He Yuzhu nodded quickly.

"Okay, Deputy Director Li, don't worry, within three days, I will definitely secure that job quota.

Deputy Director Li nodded with satisfaction.

This time, Yi Zhonghai was demoted and assigned to a machine repair factory. Jia Dongxu was assigned to a vegetable market and was immediately removed from the steel rolling mill, leaving two job slots vacant.

Among them, one job quota has been taken by a master who was transferred from the machine repair shop, and there is also an apprenticeship quota that has not been secured.

He Yuzhu was very convinced that there were probably many people who, just for that quota, gave gifts through the back door and used connections to find friends, but they couldn't get them.

They would never have dreamed that in fact, Li Huaide had given him that job quota half a month ago.

However, He Yuzhu has never thought about who should give this quota to, or how much should it be sold for?

Forget about those beastly neighbors in the compound. If you sell it, you must sell it to a suitable person.

You must know that this is a job quota in a steel rolling mill. It is an exaggeration to say that it is hard to find, but it is definitely very, very precious.

If you want to sell it, you must find a family whose parents or relatives work in a steel rolling mill, and you must have substantial financial resources.

Such candidates are hard to find.

After thinking about it, He Yuzhu had no clue.

After get off work, I habitually ride my bicycle to pick up my sister from school.

It's been a while since I visited Master and Mistress. He Yuzhu passed by the supply and marketing cooperative and bought a bottle of Sanlouzi. Master Zhao Shanhe loved this one.

The white rabbit toffee prepared for the junior brothers and sisters can be taken out from the system space at will.

Passing by a state-owned restaurant, He Yuzhu went in and bought two sausages.

Sanlouzi and grilled sausage are enough for Master to drink a pot.

The brother and sister arrived at Zhao Shanhe's house. Before they entered the courtyard, they heard their master's wife, Ma Dongmei, making a fierce move.

"You bastard, if you don't learn cooking from your father, you sneak out to go fishing. Don't you have stiff wings? Do you want to fly solo?

Ma Dongmei held a small stick and gestured at Dalong. While scolding Dalong, she also threatened him with the weapon.

"Mom, I don't like being a chef. Being a chef is too tiring. It's smoky and hot all day long. It's also a job of waiting on people. I don't want to learn it.

Dalong frowned and protested stubbornly to his mother.

"What? You don't like chefs anymore? Your father is a chef! So many of the apprentices your father taught are chefs!"

"What's wrong with chefs? They still serve people? Which industry and industry doesn't serve people now? Now is the new society. That's not called waiting, that's called service. Do you understand? It's called service.

"Look at your senior brother Zhuzi. He has a lot of potential. He is young, less than twenty years old, and is only one year older than you. He is also a chef, and he was a chef taught by your father. He is now working in the steel rolling mill. be popular.

"Your father is a cook and your senior brother is a cook. Do you still look down on cooks?"

"If you are good at studying and can pass into high school, your father and I will help you continue to go to school. But if you don't pass into high school, just learn cooking from your father and strive to become an apprentice as soon as possible. By making money, your father and I will no longer have to worry about you not having any skills and starving to death.

Ma Dongmei persuaded her son earnestly.

Alas, this dead child is so annoying.

There are so many people out there who want to learn cooking from your father, but your father doesn't even look down on them.

"But...Mom, I really hate learning to cook. I..."

Dalong cried in grievance.

"You damn kid, do you want to piss me off to death?"

The stick in Ma Dongmei's hand was raised high, and it was about to fall on Dalong.

He Yuzhu walked over quickly and reached out to grab the stick that was about to hit Dalong.

"Master Wife, what are you doing? Why are you so angry? Stop being angry and calm down."

He Yuzhu grabbed the stick, threw it aside, and helped his wife to sit down.

Ma Dongmei burst into tears.

"Zhuzi, you came just in time. Look at your unsatisfactory junior brother. Oh! He is so angry.

Me. "

"After junior high school, he didn't pass the high school exam. You asked him to learn cooking from your master, and he sneaked out.

Fishing, and he kept saying that he didn't like the job of a cook.

"You see, if you give him the ability, he still doesn't look down on the cook? He is so capable, why doesn't he go to heaven?

ah?!"

Ma Dongmei is really angry. As a parent, what parent doesn't want their children to have a bright future and achieve a successful career.

But their Dalong, he doesn’t want to be a chef at all.

Zhao Shanhe was in the house and heard his disciple's voice. He stood at the door and said cheerfully to He Yuzhu: "Zhuzhu, you haven't been here for a while. Come in quickly. You're a good boy. You've even brought Sanlou Zi. It's good to know the master." Take a sip. Let's have a nice drink tonight.

"Drink, drink, drink, just drink!"

"You don't care about your son. I'm going to make your son angry to death."

Ma Dongmei crossed her chest with her hands, her chest rising and falling with anger.

He Yuzhu smiled and said hello to his master, came over and pulled Dalong to sit down.

Although Dalong is one year younger than He Yuzhu, he is obviously still a child. He actually started crying after being scolded by his mother.

"Dalong, don't cry. A man is a true man. He bleeds and sweats but not sheds tears."

"Just now, the master said that you don't want to learn cooking from your father, right?"

He Yuzhu asked this crying junior brother with a smile as usual.

Dalong nodded heavily.

"Senior Brother Zhuzi, that's right, I really don't want to learn cooking. I get irritable when I smell the smell of cooking fumes, let alone cooking.

"Your brother and I are really not the type to learn cooking skills."

Dalong wiped away his tears and confided in his most admired senior brother Zhuzi.

"If you don't learn cooking, what do you want to do in the future?"

He Yuzhu asked with a smile.

"I don't know. I want to work on my own strength."

"Why don't you go to the subdistrict office to register first and see what odd jobs the subdistrict office has. I'll go there and do this first. It'll be a waste of time.

"If it doesn't work, I'll carry the big one. I know it's tiring to carry the big one, but I'll persevere. I've heard people say that as long as you persist for a week, your body will adapt and you won't feel tired anymore.