Siheyuan: Sizhu starts blindly and takes a new path

"Zhuzi, don't mind it. My mother is just worried about me. You are a man, and it is inevitable for you to socialize outside. Just go for the socializing in the future and don't worry about me." After seeing her mother go out, Yu Li took a towel to wipe Sha Zhu's face and spoke to express her support for Sha Zhu.

"Good wife, I know. I will go to any social events that are necessary in the future. If there are no social events, I will postpone them if I can." Sha Zhu was relieved. "Mom just said she would go back in a few days. Does she feel uncomfortable staying at our house?"

"No, I guess she's missing my dad and sister. It's okay. My mom accompanied me to the hospital the day before yesterday and said the baby is doing well now, the fetal phase is stable, and the critical period has passed. My mom is here with us, so it's okay. She was here just because she was worried that the first few babies would be unstable. If anything happened, more people would be able to help. Now that everything is stable, I have my colleagues at work and you at home, so there's nothing to worry about."

"Do you still go out for patrols during work?" Sha Zhu suddenly thought of this question.

"I haven't been out on patrol since I got pregnant. The method you taught me before about picking capable people to assist me in management is very useful. Now they come to me before work in the afternoon, one to report the previous situation, and the other to ask if there are any new arrangements. This way they can work in a targeted manner without having to mess around with useless things, which is also easy and saves trouble. So they are all very happy and take care of my inconvenience during pregnancy, so they take the initiative to come to the street to find me. But now that I am stable, I still have to go out for a walk from time to time in the future, just as exercise, so as to avoid people's complaints."

"Does anyone have any objections?" Sha Zhu heard the problem, "Who?"

"I just realized that I was blocking someone else's way by coming to the subdistrict office. If I hadn't come, that person would have been promoted from a temporary worker to a clerk. It's a pity that Mr. Ren arranged for me to be in, so he didn't have a chance."

"After talking for a long time, no one said who it was."

"I told you that you don't know him. Even if you do, what else can you do? You don't want him to give you advice?" Yu Li said with a smile, "It's okay. I can handle it. When I can't handle it, I will naturally ask you to give me advice, or even ask you to stand up for me."

"Okay, if you have something to say, please don't hesitate to ask." Sha Zhu said, "I will be at your service at any time without hesitation."

"You're so unruly." Yu Li cursed with a smile but her heart didn't match.

Ever since that day when he drank, Xu Damao was no longer as relaxed as before. Whenever there was a movie showing, it would be in the suburbs. Every time, Xu Damao was exhausted and his legs were almost broken from pedaling the bicycle. When he finally arrived at the place, he found that the place was really poor. The reception meal consisted of steamed buns made of two grains of flour and corn porridge, which was saved by the village and was something that the family usually couldn't afford to eat. Since they were poor, there was nothing for Xu Damao to bring to the city.

After a few times, Xu Damao realized that he was being targeted. So he wanted to find an opportunity to exchange positions with other projectionists, but they refused. He went to see Section Chief Jin, who said that the shifts were rotated like this, and it just happened that it was his turn.

Xu Damao couldn't figure out how he had offended the head of the Propaganda Section. He wanted to ask him out for dinner and chat, but he refused.

He had no choice but to endure it. Could he go to the factory to complain? To be honest, Section Chief Jin was waiting for him to complain. If he really made a scene at the factory and attracted the attention of Director Yang, Xu Damao might return to the boiler workshop again. It was because Xu Damao remembered his father's advice, kept a low profile and didn't cause trouble that he escaped the disaster and didn't waste the small yellow croaker.

By the end of 62, supplies began to become increasingly abundant, and learning and exchanges between various units began to resume.

At noon that day, just as Sha Zhu finished cooking the big pot of food, the canteen director came over and said, "Sha Zhu, the leaders are coming tonight. The secretary and the factory director will be with them. You have to show your best skills."

"No problem, Director. But there are several people here. Do they have any food taboos or preferences?" Sha Zhu needs to first understand the needs of the guests so that he can arrange the dishes in a targeted manner and achieve twice the result with half the effort.

"By the way, I haven't taken over for a long time, and I forgot such an important question. Wait for me to ask it now." The director said and left.

"Don't be impatient. Don't forget to ask which unit the person is from, whether it's our direct superior or a unit of the same level."

"Yes, yes, yes. Alas, I am old and not as good as you young people." The canteen director sighed to hide his embarrassment.

Sha Zhu quickly flattered him: "No, you are in your prime now, I still need your care, you can't just ignore me."

When the director told Sha Zhu that the people coming that night were the leaders from the district, Sha Zhu started to make arrangements. Since the people coming were the superiors, and they were in the factory, he had to prepare some high-quality dishes. Some of these dishes needed to be stewed in advance, such as braised pork elbow; some needed to be fried first and then boiled, such as braised chicken and four-happiness meatballs. In the end, the main dishes included fried double crispy, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, four-happiness meatballs, boneless braised chicken and braised pork elbow. The other vegetarian dishes were braised tofu, stir-fried winter bamboo shoots with mushrooms, hot and sour cabbage stalks, and vinegar-fried potato shreds.

Sha Zhu was teaching his apprentices while cooking, telling Ma Hua and Liu Lan what to pay more attention to and which dishes must be marinated for enough time to release the flavor. The two listened to the reporter and carefully watched every move Sha Zhu made while cooking.

In addition to learning how to cook, Liu Lan also had the task of serving dishes. When each dish was served, she listened carefully to the conversations at the table. The leaders' comments on the dishes would be transmitted to Sha Zhu's ears through Liu Lan's mouth at the fastest speed.

After the last dish was served, the leaders were delighted with the meal and asked to call the chef in for a toast. Sha Zhu was invited over by Secretary Feng.

After entering the room, Sha Zhu lowered his head slightly and glanced at the leaders at the table. Suddenly, his eyes lit up: Isn't this Mr. Ren? He's here too? What level of rank does he have to be able to eat at the same table with these people? It seems that his seat is not low.

Uncle Ren winked at Sha Zhu, meaning that he should stop talking nonsense. If it was the old Sha Zhu, he would have blurted out the words "Uncle Ren" by now. But the current Sha Zhu knew that they should keep their concern a secret without Uncle Ren winking.

A group of leaders praised Sha Zhucai for his good cooking. Not only was the cooking good, but the arrangement of the dishes was also reasonable. The combination of meat and vegetables, and sweet, sour and spicy was refreshing and appetizing, very comfortable, especially the boneless roast chicken, which was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and there was no need to worry about the bones irritating your teeth. It was really thoughtful.

The leaders' praise for Sha Zhu made the secretary and the factory director feel proud. Although they said that the leaders were praising him too much, they praised Sha Zhu to the sky in their hearts. They had such a great chef under their command. When they asked their superiors to allocate funds or do something in the future, they could use Sha Zhu to win the leaders' stomachs. Wouldn't it be easier to get things done? Why did Sha Zhu's dishes taste so good in the past?

Sha Zhu didn't have time to tell the two leaders that he had studied cooking with his master some time ago and was still making continuous progress.