Siheyuan: Rebirth of He Yuzhu, God of Cooking starts

Xu Damao and his son conspired to miss out on their wedding banquet wages, but...

"Da Mao, are you back?"

"What did He Yuzhu say?"

As soon as Xu Damao returned home, Xu Fugui came up to him and asked.

The day after tomorrow, Xu Damao will get married. Although Xu Fugui and his wife are unwilling to accept this daughter-in-law, they have already received the certificate.

Raw rice has long been cooked.

Xu Fugui and his wife could only admit it.

No, the couple came over to help Xu Damao and his wife clean up the house and tidy up the bedding.

Xu's mother also specially sent over all the new bedding that she had prepared for her son's wedding.

Xu's mother and Wang Chunhua were tidying up the bedding in the back room.

Xu Fugui made the paste and waited for his son to come back to post the couplets.

"Dad, He Yuzhu has something to do over the weekend. He won't come to prepare a wedding banquet for our family."

Xu Damao rode his bicycle hurriedly, hurrying slowly and finally returning home.

Facing his father's inquiry, he opened his mouth and said.

Xu Fugui frowned immediately.

"Oh, I knew that you and He Yuzhu had a deep grudge."

"When you get married, you go and invite He Yuzhu to give you a wedding banquet. It's surprising that he agrees."

Xu Fugui scolded angrily.

Xu Damao chuckled, drank some water, and said quickly:

"Dad, don't be mean to me. Although I have no affection for He Yuzhu, He Yuzhu arranged four of his junior brothers for me."

"He asked his four junior brothers to come to our house on the weekend and cook a wedding banquet for our family."

Xu Fugui's frown deepened.

"He Yuzhu, his junior brother?"

"As far as I know, Zhao Shanhe has many apprentices in Fengze Garden."

"Has He Yuzhu made it clear to you which junior brothers he has arranged to host a wedding banquet for our family?"

Xu Fugui asked.

This is a life-long event related to his son's marriage, so he must not be careless.

If his son Xu Damao hadn't been clamoring to invite He Yuzhu to cook the wedding banquet, Xu Fugui would have used his connections to hire other chefs to cook the wedding banquet.

"Dad, you know all the four junior brothers He Yuzhu arranged for me."

"It's Lu Jiansong and Wang Yihu who are cooking big pots in the No. 1 canteen of our factory."

"The other two handymen are He Yuzhu's chef and master, and Zhao Shanhe's two sons. One is named Dalong and the other is Erhu."

Xu Damao explained to his father.

When Xu Fugui heard this, he immediately became anxious.

"Wang Yihu and Lu Jiansong, they both cook in the cafeteria. Can they cook a wedding banquet?"

"And Zhao Shanhe's two sons. Isn't Zhao Dalong a fitter in the No. 1 workshop? Isn't Zhao Erhu a clerk in the personnel department?" "He Yuzhu arranged for the four of them to prepare a wedding banquet for you?"

"My silly son, He Yuzhu is trying to trick you."

Xu Fugui was like a good man and reminded his son on the spot that he had let He Yuzhu into a trap.

"Dad, please don't get excited yet."

"Take a good look at what this is?"

"This is a list that He Yuzhu personally made for me."

"Buy the ingredients on this list. After buying them, we will ask the four junior brothers He Yuzhu to cook a wedding banquet for us."

"If they do a good job, we will pay them. If they do a bad job, we won't give them any wages, and we will make them lose money."

"Dad, what do you think of this plan I'm considering?"

Xu Damao was not stupid. He asked He Yuzhu to calculate more than ten yuan.

He had to find a way not to pay the more than ten dollars.

Bai Lao, He Yuzhu's four junior brothers asked them to cook him a wedding banquet, but he was picky and refused to pay the sixteen yuan.

After hearing what his son said, Xu Fugui nodded with satisfaction.

"As expected of my good son Xu Fugui, this plan is very clever."

"By the way, Damao, how much does He Yuzhu ask you to pay his four junior brothers?"

Xu Fugui first praised his son a few words, and then asked him the question he was most concerned about.

"Ten yuan for the two chefs and six yuan for the two busboys."

"Sixteen dollars in total."

Xu Damao sneered.

"What?!"

"Sixteen dollars?!"

"Witch! He Yuzhu really dares to ask for it."

"As far as I know, He Yuzhu went out to help people prepare banquets, and his salary was only ten yuan."

"His two junior brothers, who specialize in cooking big pots, came to prepare a wedding banquet for our family. He opened his mouth like a lion and asked our family to charge sixteen yuan?"

"Ah! You can't give them a penny!"

"I'll take care of this, Damao, just watch it."

Xu Fugui vowed to his son.

Xu Damao was so happy.

He was worried that he would come forward and refuse to pay the labor fees to He Yuzhu's four junior brothers, offending He Yuzhu and his four junior brothers.

From now on, when he goes to the canteen of the steel rolling mill to get food, he must not let He Yuzhu's juniors give him a hard time.

Now it's okay, Dad stepped in and took over this difficult role personally.

Xu Damao no longer worried.

Now his father has left the publicity department of the steel rolling mill and entered the Red Star Cinema to show movies.

No matter how long He Yuzhu's elbows are, he can't manage the cafeteria of the Red Star Cinema, can he?

After Xu Fugui and his father conspired for a while, they began to clean up the house.

The two men still didn't know that Liu Guangfu was eavesdropping on their conversation just now.

Liu Guangfu reported Xu Damao once, fearing that Xu Damao would take revenge on him.

No, during this period, Liu Guangfu often hid under the window of Xu Damao's house and eavesdropped on the conversations at Xu Damao's house.

"Xu Damao and his father are not the same thing, right?"

"He Yuzhu sent four junior brothers to cook a wedding banquet for their family on the weekend, and their family actually planned to waste four people's wages." "I have to tell He Daqing about this."

Liu Guangfu murmured a few words to himself, ducked out of the backyard, came to the middle courtyard, and knocked on the door of He Daqing's house.

****

It's early morning on the weekend.

Xu Damao rode the tricycle he borrowed from Uncle Cui's house next door last night to the vegetable market.

Four brothers, Lu Jiansong and Wang Yihu, had already arrived at the vegetable market.

"Xu Damao, are you here?"

"Let's go buy groceries quickly."

Wang Yihu greeted.

Xu Damao nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, Master Wang, I listen to you."

Xu Damao didn't think much and pedaled his tricycle to keep up with the pace of the four of them.

First I bought chicken and fish, then pork and eggs.

When paying, Xu Damao took out the money and Wang Yihu reached out to take it.

"Hey, it's exactly sixteen dollars."

"Xu Damao, our four brothers accepted the sixteen yuan wages first."

With that said, Wang Yihu distributed sixteen yuan to the three brothers.

Xu Damao was dumbfounded on the spot.

"No...Master Wang, how could you do this?"