Quick Travel System: Age Strategy

"I don't know. Today is my first day at work."

Secretary Zhou had never told her how to cook a few dishes. When she first came, she was a nobody and no one told her how to cook the dishes. They only told her to wash the vegetables cleanly.

"Dalong, ask me about this. I know." Secretary Zhou said while washing vegetables in the basin with his hands.

Qian Dalong was not so gentle to his best friend Secretary Zhou, "How many dishes do you want to cook?"

Secretary Zhou said, "This year is the sixth anniversary of our factory. The factory director said that we should cook six dishes to symbolize good luck. We also hope that our towel factory will win the title of the best towel factory in the province next year."

"Your factory director is really ambitious." Qian Dalong said, and then asked, "How many chefs do you have in your cafeteria now?!"

Secretary Zhou: "Just one. He had an argument with the person in charge of the kitchen today and both of them were injured."

Qian Dalong: "This is called a master chef, but he is so unstable when doing things. I think the canteen should hire a master chef like Chunhua."

Secretary Zhou: "You just said it without thinking. Liu Chunhua just came today and you asked her to be the master chef. How can you convince others?!"

Qian Dalong disagreed with him and said, "How can she not obey the crowd if she is capable? If you don't want Chunhua to be the chef, I will lure her to a state-owned restaurant."

"Hey kid, you're here to poach my people, right? No, Chunhua, don't even think about it. I won't give it to you. We're desperately short of people here, how can I let you take it away with just a few words?" Secretary Zhou was not a pushover and refused immediately.

After hearing what the two said, Cheng Cheng felt that it didn't matter to her where she went. She came here just to conquer the male protagonist, so she would just take whichever route was effective for her strategy.

Qian Dalong suddenly realized that the protagonist didn't care about what he said, so the conversation stopped. He then used the excuse of cooking to borrow seasoning from Chengcheng.

"Chunhua, I can't find the vinegar here. Can I borrow some from you?"

"Well, here you go."

Handing him the vinegar, Cheng Cheng took a step closer to Qian Dalong and said, "Can you help me carry the pot? The washing water inside hasn't been poured out yet."

"Okay, let me help you."

Qian Dalong rolled up his sleeves, picked up the iron pot and poured it into the dirty water bucket.

As he moved as smoothly as water, the muscle lines in his arms became more and more obvious, revealing his strong upper arm muscles.

Chengcheng looked at him a few more times with a slightly appreciative look. It didn't cost any money to look at him more. This man would be hers in the future.

Qian Dalong felt a tingling sensation when he felt the woman's gaze, and an indescribable joy welled up in his heart.

At this time, Qian Dalong, who had been single all his life, did not know that this feeling was a vague love.

He just felt that he had a good impression of Liu Chunhua when he first met her and wanted her to notice him.

……

The cafeteria kitchen returned to calm, and it seemed that everyone was doing their own thing.

In fact, Qian Dalong was so busy peeking at Chengcheng that he didn't care about the food in his pot.

After Chengcheng finished cooking the dish she was cooking, she smelled a burnt smell. She turned around and saw that the dish cooked by Qian Dalong was almost burnt!

"Please take care of this, your food is about to get burnt!"

"Hey!!" Qian Dalong reacted and turned the pot over with a spatula, thus saving the food that was almost wasted.

Secretary Zhou noticed what was happening by the stove, "Dalong, what's wrong with you?"

It was the first time that I made the mistake of burning the pan while frying a dish. My friend's mother was a master chef in a state-owned restaurant. I grew up under the influence of her and cooked for myself and brought my own meals to school when I was in school.

He has both the skills and talent for cooking, which is why I called him for help.

"It's okay. I just didn't notice it in the pot. Don't worry if it's not burnt."

After the little accident, Qian Dalong perked up and focused on cooking. The vegetables in the pot were quickly fried and served in a bowl.

Chengcheng had just finished washing the pot and was about to ask him to help her pour some washing water.

The man grabbed the pot from the stove without saying a word and poured the water directly into the dirty bucket.

The pot was brought back to the stove, and Cheng Cheng said with a smile, "Thank you, Brother Dalong."

"You're welcome. By the way, Chunhua, you had already cooked two dishes when I first came, and now you've cooked another one. Sit on the stool and take a rest. I'll do the rest."

As soon as Qian Dalong finished speaking, Secretary Zhou made arrangements, "There are still some cold dishes that haven't been prepared. Chunhua, go and prepare the cold dishes."

"Don't tell others to do that. I'll just prepare the cold dishes."

Secretary Zhou: "Then you come, Chunhua, go and have a rest."

He also realized that his classmate took such good care of Liu Chunhua because he liked her, but he still didn't understand it.

But even though he knew all this, he didn't plan to give Dalong any advice. He was still single, so how could Dalong get out of singlehood before him?

Secretary Zhou lowered his head with a wicked smile on his face and didn't tell him, letting him miss her on his own.

Chengcheng sat on a stool and watched the three grown men preparing meals, and from time to time turned to look at the large stage built in the cafeteria.

There was a red curtain hanging on the stage with a few words taped on it, warmly celebrating the sixth anniversary of the towel factory.

There is a row of stools and tables, just like the podium for award ceremonies when I was in school.

More than 200 workers, leaders and newspaper reporters will come to this canteen at the beginning.

It’s hard to imagine that such a small cafeteria can accommodate so many people.

……

When Qian Dalong finished preparing the remaining dishes and had not yet had time to prepare the cold dishes.

At the entrance of the cafeteria, there were sounds of footsteps of varying density, along with the voices of the workers.

It seems that the time has come and people have come.

Secretary Zhou immediately responded, "Dalong, you continue with your work inside, Chunhua, you two should get dressed and go to the stall to greet them first."

"it is good."

"it is good."

The three responded, followed the instructions and did their respective jobs well.

Qian Dalong stopped joking and quickened the pace of mixing the cold dishes. This time he prepared five basins for mixing the cold dishes. More than 200 workers participated, as well as leaders and outsiders.

Cold dishes are also an indispensable item, and preparing enough of them will make the factory look more grand.

By the time pot after pot of cold dishes were ready, most of the workers from the factory had arrived. They were all wearing the same grey work clothes and brought their lunch boxes to find a place to sit down.

Secretary Zhou followed the factory director and sat on the stage.

The reporters who came to report had already set up their cameras and were taking pictures in front.

Qian Dalong, wearing an apron and a hat, stood beside Chengcheng. He saw her staring at the factory director who was speaking on the stage, and he stared at her profile intently.

Cheng Cheng quickly noticed that he was being watched and turned to stare at Qian Dalong.

Qian Dalong smiled at Cheng Cheng and said, "I haven't eaten the meal you cooked today. Can you make a separate portion for me later?"

"Okay, but I want it to be paid."