Siheyuan: Get god-level cooking skills at the beginning

He Yuzhu smiled back and stood up: "What's the matter, Director Chen?"

His lunch breaks were well known, but no one objected, as long as he did a good job.

Secretary Chen explained, "Master He, you promised to cook for Director Zhang of the bicycle factory a while ago, right? His bicycle is already waiting outside.

The factory manager asked me to ask you if you can come over and help if your arrangements are ready.

From that day on, Director Zhang called frequently to ask about this matter, fearing that you might break your promise. "He smiled.

Hearing this, He Yuzhu couldn't help laughing, and then responded: "In that case, I'll pack up a little, and we'll leave in about ten minutes."

"Okay, I've been waiting for you to say that. I'll notify the driver right away." Secretary Chen clapped his hands and left the cafeteria happily.

After Secretary Chen left, He Yuzhu did not delay and changed his clothes and left the kitchen directly.

Outside the door, the off-road jeep, which had been waiting impatiently, was parked there, and Secretary Chen was talking to the driver.

Seeing him, Secretary Chen quickly informed him: "Master He is here!"

The driver immediately got out of the car, opened the door and greeted him: "Hello, Master He."

"Hello, Director Zhang, you are so polite. I already told him to go there by himself, and you even sent someone to pick me up. It's really not necessary." He Yuzhu stepped forward and said.

"Master He, you are too polite. How about we set off now? Director Zhang has been waiting for a while." The driver didn't waste any time and hurriedly urged him to get in the car.

Secretary Chen also looked anxious, and it was obvious that Director Zhang was very worried.

After saying goodbye to Secretary Chen, He Yuzhu got into the jeep and as the vehicle started quickly, he disappeared from sight in an instant.

At six o'clock in the evening, when all the dishes were prepared, He Yuzhu was ready to leave and end his day's tasks.

In the courtyard, a jeep slowly stopped and He Yuzhu got out.

"Goodbye, Master Song." He said hello to the driver, who replied and drove away.

At this time, Third Grandpa Yan Fugui heard the sound of the car and hurried over to check, and happened to see He Yuzhu about to get off the car.

"Hey, Zhuzi, where are you coming from? Why is there a car to take you there?"

he asked with a big smile on his face.

Walking into the front yard, He Yuzhu saw Yan Fugui, who looked puzzled, and smiled and said, "I was helping others prepare meals. It was already late, so they drove me home specially."

Third Grandpa, is the stool in your hand broken again? Over the years, your stool has been repaired almost every once in a while, but every time it breaks because you don't want to put nails in it.

"Hehe, stop making fun of me.

By the way, let me talk about something serious. How is the introduction of a girl that I mentioned before going? You were quite anxious at first, but why is there no reaction now? I want to tell you that the girl I want to introduce is the class teacher of Banggeng, Ms. Ran. She is very beautiful and many people want to pursue her.

Take our new math teacher for example, he follows Teacher Ran around all day long.

If you have this intention, you must hurry up.

If you don't like it, I don't bother to worry about it.

Just tell me, do you want to meet Teacher Ran?"

Seeing the change in He Yuzhu's attitude, Third Grandpa was a little anxious.

In his mind, He Yuzhu would have readily agreed whenever the topic was brought up before, but now he is reluctant to do so.

He felt that he would be at a great loss if he missed out on the matchmaker gift he was entitled to.

He Yuzhu was of course aware of Yan Fugui's inner worries, but he did not have such thoughts about Ran Qiuye. Considering Ran Qiuye's family background, he did not want to cause any unnecessary trouble.

"Uncle, since you said so, I won't hide it.

How can a rough guy like me be a match for the well-educated and cultured teacher Ran?

We have no common topics at all. Do you think Teacher Ran would agree to be with a rough guy like me?

Everyone needs to know their own limitations. After much thought, I decided to just forget it! "

Hearing this, Yan Fugui was stunned and hurriedly tried to comfort him, "Hey, Silly Zhuzi, don't say that.

Although Teacher Ran is a scholar, he is also a person who knows how to live.

Besides, your situation is pretty good, with a monthly salary of 40 yuan plus the position of team leader in the steel plant kitchen.

As the old saying goes, a cook will never starve to death. How could Mr. Ran not agree? "

Seeing that He Yuzhu was still hesitant, Yan Fugui thought that he had made up his mind, so he decided to take over: "I'll make this decision for you. Go back and prepare the betrothal gifts and pick something to give to Teacher Ran. I will bring it directly to her at school on Monday.

If I just try to make peace with him, won't it be resolved?"

Looking at Yan Fugui's eager look, He Yuzhu couldn't help but find it a little funny.

It seems that this Mr. Yan is a person who cannot protect his own interests and he insists on taking this matchmaking gift for himself.

"Uncle, forget it.

I know you're doing this for my own good, but I really don't have that intention at the moment.

I appreciate your kindness, but it's really not necessary! "

Having said that, He Yuzhu was ready to turn around and leave.

"Silly Zhu, think carefully. You are about to turn 30, and you have offended almost all the matchmakers before you.

Besides me, who else would dare to act as a matchmaker for you? Are you planning to be a bachelor for the rest of your life? "Yan Fugui said angrily, feeling that his good words fell on deaf ears and received no response.

He Yuzhu stopped and turned to look at him, and said in a gentle but firm tone: "Third uncle, you don't have to worry about it.

Even if I have to be single for the rest of my life, I am willing to accept this fate."

After saying this, he resolutely left the vestibule.

On the other side, Qin Huairu was hanging clothes in the yard - she always did this, and she didn't know where in her family the clothes were that could never be finished.

As soon as He Yuzhu entered the middle courtyard, Qin Huairu immediately put down the clothes in her hands and asked anxiously: "Zhuzi, I heard you arguing just now. What did the third uncle say to you? How did he speak?"

As she spoke, she looked down at her hands, and when she realized there was no lunch box, a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes.

He Yuzhu noticed her movements, smiled and shook his head and replied, "It's nothing serious, it's just that the third uncle wanted to introduce me to Banggeng's class teacher, but I refused.

Don't you know him? If I don't meet Teacher Ran, won't his matchmaking gift be ruined? "

Qin Huairu understood after hearing this.

"Hey, why are you so confused? Uncle San was kind enough to introduce you to someone, you should at least meet him/her.

Besides, why bother about the little thing of betrothal gifts? If you and Teacher Ran can really become a good thing, that would be perfect! "Qin Huairu chuckled.

Although she spoke in high-sounding terms, He Yuzhu knew very well what she was up to.

In the original novel, how did the relationship between He Yuzhu and Ran Qiuye change? Wasn't it Qin Huairu who played some tricks in it?

"Really? Sister Qin is right. I should meet her again. Maybe the situation will change."

As soon as the words came out, Qin Huairu's expression changed subtly, and then she quickly agreed: "That's right, we should meet."

The change in her expression confirmed that her previous words were just a superficial effort to please herself.

He Yuzhu looked at Qin Huairu with a hint of amusement, and then said as he walked: "Sister Qin, don't worry, if I really get married, your family will definitely receive a lot of wedding candy."

After saying that, he went into the house himself.

In the courtyard, Qin Huairu realized that she was being teased and was full of anger. She wrung out the clothes in her hands and went home angrily.

As soon as he entered the room, he heard Jia Zhang's sarcastic question: "Why, Yuzhu didn't even bring his lunch box home today?"

Qin Huairu glanced at Jia Zhang and responded unhappily: "He came back empty-handed, where can he find a lunch box? Let's just make do with the steamed bread."

"Don't worry, I told you that if you want to move forward, I won't stop you.

But you know that Sha Zhu has changed his mind and his attitude towards you is no longer the same as before. "Jia Zhang said coldly.

Hearing this, Qin Huairu was filled with indignation. It was he who had stopped her in the past, but now He Yuzhu had no such thoughts about her. Instead, Jia Zhang said such sarcastic words. What did she mean?

"Don't pour cold water on me here. If you didn't stop me, I would have said it long ago. Isn't it because you saw that Shazhu has changed recently?"

After saying that, Qin Huairu went up angrily and hung the clothes over the brazier to dry.

Then, when He Yuzhu entered the house, the cat policeman rushed over.

While making a "meow"

She made a sound while rubbing her body against He Yuzhu's feet.

“Sheriff, are you hungry?”

He Yuzhu held the cat gently and asked with a smile on his face.

"Meow."

The cat opened its bright eyes, called softly, and rubbed its head against He Yuzhu's cheek, as if saying coquettishly: Master, I am very hungry, you are finally back, I missed you so much.

He sat on the edge of the bed, letting the cat lie on his lap. He stroked it and whispered to himself, "I'll make you something delicious later!"

The main house in the courtyard is He Yuzhu's home.

He was enjoying the pleasure of petting the cat. He didn't even bother to cook for more than ten minutes because he was concentrating on the pleasant feeling.

"Well, it's so addictive. This feeling is simply fascinating."

After sighing, He Yuzhu put the kitten down and started preparing dinner.

I steamed a few white flour buns, simply heated up some leftover chicken soup from last night, and began to calculate the results of my afternoon food shopping.

"In addition to the 20 yuan in cash, there are actually two kilograms of sugar tickets, 20 kilograms of coarse grain tickets, 10 kilograms of fine grain tickets, one kilogram of pork tickets, and a bicycle purchase ticket. It seems that Director Zhang is quite generous."

After finishing the sorting and making a rough calculation, He Yuzhu found that what he earned today was equivalent to several months' salary or even more.

Especially during the Spring Festival, bicycle coupons are particularly valuable, usually selling for as high as 120 yuan at that time, but as soon as the New Year passes, the price drops sharply.

While putting the cards and money into his personal space, he grabbed a fish from it, cut half into his own porcelain bowl for safekeeping, and put the other half into the sheriff's bowl.

"Sheriff, dinner is ready."

“Hmm~.”

The sheriff jumped to the bowl in an instant, but did not eat immediately. He turned to look at He Yuzhu, as if asking if he could enjoy it now.

“Eat it.”