Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

Seeing that this brat Li Weijun actually set his sights on the cicadas that he had worked so hard to get, Sha Zhu hurriedly took a few steps back holding the jar.

With a vigilant look on his face, he said, "My grandson, as long as Deputy Director Li likes the dishes in the canteen, we can agree to anything that is on the surface, but not this cicada monkey. This thing is salted and fried, and the taste is so delicious. It is crunchy when chewed, and it is a rare good thing."

Li Weijun laughed, his face looking gloomy.

The canteen director Sun Debao noticed something and broke out in a cold sweat.

His face darkened. "Silly Zhu, what are you talking about? Who is your grandson? Wei Jun is a projectionist in our factory. He is from the same clan as Director Li. You are saying such nonsense. Where do you put Director Li?"

"Li Weijun has become a projectionist? What about Xu Damao?"

Sha Zhu was stunned for a moment, looking at Li Weijun with an expressionless face.

After realizing that something was wrong, he hastily turned a blind eye and grinned, "Brother Weijun, don't take it seriously. This is just a catchphrase. I don't mean anything else."

As he said that, he stepped onto a stool and hid the can of cicada monkeys in the upper cupboard, muttering, "You know about our courtyard. Your sister Qin just gave birth to Sophora japonica. Jia Dongxu's mother even kept nagging her daughter-in-law for eating more pumpkin. How can I not take care of her?"

I heard that Sha Zhu ran under the tree to catch cicada monkeys in the scorching summer in order to nourish Qin Huairu's body.

Li Weijun was stunned for a moment, and he actually felt a little amused in his heart: "After all this trouble, this cicada monkey still wants to eat me in the end. Come to think of it, Qin Huairu really needs to replenish her milk these days. Her milk supply has shrunk. If she doesn't replenish her milk, Huaihua will be crying with hunger."

After giving Sha Zhu a pitiful look, Li Weijun was too lazy to pay attention to the cook who was held tightly in Qin Huairu's hand.

After explaining the time for serving the dishes to Sun Debao, Li Weijun glanced at Sha Zhu who was rolling up his sleeves, preparing to kill the chicken, bleed it, and remove its feathers.

Under the other party's puzzled gaze, he said slowly.

"Silly Zhu, I'm your daddy, and this is my catchphrase, nothing else to say."

After saying this, Li Weijun walked away. He also wanted to take advantage of this time to report the purchasing point to Li Huaide in a timely manner, so there was no need to waste time in the canteen kitchen.

The reason why I did this to Shazhu was to make him know clearly who is the big and small king.

The original owner was dull and timid in the courtyard, and anyone could step on him. That was in the past. Now, if I don’t bully others, they will thank me for it.

Sure enough, when Sha Zhu heard these weird words, even he, who always had a foul mouth and spoke harshly and hurtfully, was stunned.

"Hey, Li Weijun, what's wrong with you?"

When I reacted, I was about to mutter a few words.

Sun Debao interrupted him and said angrily, "Silly Zhu, don't you understand now? Director Li is planning to cultivate Li Weijun. He can't write two Li characters in one stroke. You are a foreigner, why are you interfering? Besides, you always call him grandson, it's time to change your catchphrase."

"But usually, everyone in the courtyard calls me like this, why are you so angry today..."

Sha Zhu scratched his head, looking indignant.

I made up my mind to hide more meat when cooking later.

A egret chicken has two claws and two legs. How much meat can be chopped off after stewing it into soup depends entirely on Sha Zhu's conscience.

As for the bacon, there is no fixed amount. You can't just weigh it after frying it.

According to the jargon in their industry: If the cook doesn't steal, the crops won't be harvested.

If you meet a conscientious chef, he will serve as many dishes as he wants. If you meet a less conscientious chef, he will hide some of the dishes, saying that he is tasting the saltiness of the dishes, but in fact, what you eat is much more than what is served on the table.

Obviously, Shazhu is not a conscientious cook.

He and Xu Damao are birds of a feather. In the old society, he followed He Daqing to sell buns on the street, and came into contact with all kinds of people.

Under the influence of his surroundings, although he is not a vicious villain, he is not a good person either.

I just picked up the egret chicken and prepared to sharpen the knife.

Sha Zhu noticed that the canteen director Sun Debao was following him closely, staring at him intently.

Sha Zhu was puzzled: "No, Director Sun, why are you following me when I kill a chicken? You should drink tea or read the newspaper. I'll call you when the meal is ready."

Sun Debao shook his head and said with a smile, "It's okay, it's okay. Silly Zhu, just do your job. I'm just free, so I'll be here to help you. If you need anything, just call me."

No matter how Sha Zhu tried to persuade him, Sun Debao was just like a dog-skin plaster, fanning himself and staring at him with a smile.

It was hot, and Sha Zhu thought that Sun Debao was tired of seeing him, so he would naturally go to where it was cooler.

He never expected that this old guy would stare at him closely even though he was sweating profusely from the heat.

From sharpening the knife, killing the chicken, to plucking the feathers and lighting the stove, Sun Debao actually kept on watching patiently.

This made Sha Zhu search for a long time, but he couldn't find a good opportunity to take action.

How could he know that Li Weijun had specifically greeted Sun Debao in order to guard against his dirty deeds.

Sun Debao was now worried that he had no chance to curry favor with Li Weijun, so he naturally agreed happily.

Even if the heat is unbearable, we will grit our teeth and persevere.

Liu Lan, who was in charge of cooking at the side, was stunned and couldn't help but murmur in her heart.

What kind of magic potion did Li Weijun give Sun Debao?

You have to know that Director Sun lives a life of luxury on weekdays. As for cooking in the kitchen, as long as the kitchen is not set on fire, the cook Sha Zhu has the final say.

For a egret chicken, after cleaning it, it is considered good if you can cook half of it. The remaining half is basically put into a lunch box and taken home to make soup.

As a result, today, Liu Lan gained a lot of knowledge.

During these days of cooking for Sha Zhu, it was the first time she saw a chicken that was exactly the right weight when put into the pot by Sha Zhu.

Seeing Sha Zhu scratching his head anxiously and at a loss of what to do, Liu Lan felt so happy.

But his happiness did not last long, as he thought about going to the small warehouse at night and wondered whether it would be good or bad.

Liu Lan felt so uneasy that she couldn't even concentrate on cooking.

"What is Li Weijun, that bastard, doing here by asking me to come to the small storehouse? Is he thinking about women? It turns out that none of the people with the last name Li are good people."

Thinking of this, Liu Lan felt both embarrassed and annoyed.

Although she is not stunningly beautiful, she is already married and has several children.

But the advantage is that it works well and has a lot of room for operation.

In addition, she has a good figure and is at the age of charming. Moreover, most of the female comrades working in the canteen kitchen are old-fashioned.

Among the tallest short people, Liu Lan can be considered a beauty.