Siheyuan: Breaking up with Shazhu at the beginning

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(After Yang Jun sent Yang Mei and the other two to the factory gate, he went back to work to pick up Yi Qiushui.

Perhaps influenced by Yang Jun, Yi Qiu Shui's personality gradually became as lazy as his, and he often came to work late and left early.

He no longer does everything himself, and often leaves the work of the medical department to his deputies, while he leisurely stays in Yang Jun's office to enjoy his leisure time.

This is human nature. The greater the power and the higher the status, the greater the freedom one has.

Why do people pursue power and status? It is to escape the constraints of norms and do what they want.

Yang Jun and Yi Qiu Shui are such people.

Some people say that modern society should promote a simple and selfless spirit, but this is nothing more than an idealistic statement.

In reality, we can only say that the world we see on TV is not the whole picture.

At any given time, social rules divide people into three categories: makers, breakers, and followers.

Yang Jun and Yi Qiu Shui are the rule challengers. They cleverly find more private time by understanding the regulations of the steel plant without affecting their daily work.

Yang Jun is a time traveler from the future who longs for freedom, while Yi Qiu Shui is a woman with an international vision. The two have similar ideas and interests, and can be said to have shared interests.

They have common hobbies and unique personalities, so they get along naturally and harmoniously.

On the way to work, Yi Qiu Shui briefly left the infirmary and went straight to Yang Jun's office to enjoy a warm afternoon tea time.

There is heating here, the best Biluochun tea, and a pot of tea, two people can while away the entire afternoon.

Hearing Yi Qiu Shui say, "I'm hungry, I want to go to the cafeteria to buy something to eat," Yang Jun looked down to check the time - lunch was almost time.

"It's so cold, I'll go buy some, what do you want to eat?"

Yang Jun cleared the enamel cups and chopsticks on the table and asked for her opinion.

After Yi Qiu filled the cup with water, he made sure the water was at just the right temperature for him to drink when he returned.

She came forward, put her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe to be level with Yang Jun, pouted and asked:

“Can I order food?”

Yang Jun smiled and replied: "Of course, have you forgotten? Your husband is the 'chief chef' of our family!"

Yang Jun gently put his arms around Yi Qiu Shui's slender waist and announced his thoughts in a domineering manner.

Ever since Yi Qiu Shui tasted Sha Zhu's cooking many times, her taste has become picky and the bland food in the cafeteria can no longer stimulate her appetite.

"Don't talk about Master He like that. He has cooked so many dishes for us." Yi Qiu Shui said, lightly hitting his chest.

"Okay, just tell me what you think." Yang Jun said helplessly.

"Anything that Master He makes is fine."

"ok, I get it."

After letting her go, Yang Jun returned to his desk, opened the drawer and took out money and tickets.

After being with Yi Qiu Shui, he carefully concealed things about his space and often thought about how to avoid suspicion. For example, he always had seven or eight enamel jars on his desk and some banknotes and tickets in the drawer. He also made an agreement with Sha Zhu that whenever Yang Jun told him to do something, he would say that he had done it for him.

Naturally, Sha Zhu was willing to help not only because of their friendship, but also because of a bicycle ticket given by Yang Jun.

Asking Sha Zhu to cook is not a free job. He always brings enough ingredients and sometimes even gets to share one or two leftovers.

Now that he has the connection with Ran Qiuye, even if he doesn't need to go to find Sha Zhu, Sha Zhu will privately cook two dishes and send them to her every day.

He walked out of the building with the enamel pot and came to a deserted place. After making sure that there was no one around, he took out the bicycle from the private space.

After losing Wang Dashuan, the bicycle was found, but he did not use it immediately, but put it into the space.

From then on, he realized that his previous anxiety was about the ticket, not the bicycle itself. Only after he got the bicycle back did he realize that he could copy his own belongings.

If a bicycle is lost, he only needs to get a replacement from the space. Even if the two bicycles look exactly the same, they will not be recognized because both bicycles are his according to the household registration, and the rest are imitations.

In the future, Yang Jun plans to not only keep the bicycle for himself, but also make a replica for Yang Mei.

As his calf injury had not yet healed and he could not walk long distances, and driving a vehicle would be conspicuous, Yang Jun decided to ride a bicycle to a canteen, which was about a few hundred meters away from his workplace.

He could have chosen to bring ready-made space dishes, but he chose to quietly take out a pound of pork, half a pound of beef and a handful of Chinese cabbage from the space to avoid attention, because in the cold northern cities, logistics are inconvenient and non-seasonal vegetables are not easy to buy.

He found these green vegetables with great effort in the pigeon market - an old man grew them in a greenhouse. As soon as they appeared, they caused a frenzy in the market. The price of green vegetables was even more expensive than meat, as high as two yuan per catty.

Stepping into the cafeteria, Yang Jun put down his bicycle and walked towards the kitchen with the ingredients.

Ma Hua recognized him at the first sight, "Director, do you want to ask Chef He to cook for you?" his eyes were full of flattery.

"That's right, Master Ma." Yang Jun smiled.

“Please don’t call me that, Director. I’m still in the internship stage and it’s not time for me to cook yet.

Just call me by my name."

MCA was pleasantly surprised by Yang Jun’s people-friendly style and his low-key attitude.

Every time Yang Jun comes, there are many benefits for me to follow him.

Almost everything that was left over after Sha Zhu packed for others became his food.

The canteen staff have long been accustomed to the upper class enjoying special meals, especially senior leaders like Yang Jun, who always come to enjoy it once in a while.

Although they will pay the fees on the surface, they know in their hearts that this is to go through the procedures for public accounts.

The factory gives preferential treatment to the senior management team, allocating additional funds each month as subsidies and reserving additional entertainment expenses for them.

Don’t say that this was a simple era and there were no such things. It’s just because you are at the grassroots level and cannot understand the thoughts of people at the top.

Rules and regulations have always been formulated by senior management to regulate lower-level personnel.

(Ma Hua took the materials from Director Yang Jun.

"Director Yang, the chef is serving the food in the front. Let me help you clean up."

Yang Jun didn't mind, as he always cooked the ingredients with Ma Hua, and finally let "Qiong Zhu" take the lead in cooking.

"Doesn't your master never serve his own food? Why is he so different today?" Sitting on the chair that Qiongzhu usually sat on, he picked up Qiongzhu's teacup and observed the remaining tea in it. There was a full cup of foam, probably more than one or two ounces, almost undrinkable.

The tea leaves are covered with foam, and it is obvious that new tea has not been replaced for a long time.

Qiongzhu usually likes to pretend to be a cultured person and learn to appreciate tea. However, due to financial constraints, he can only be satisfied with soaking the tea with full tea dregs. After drinking, he is reluctant to throw it away and just adds some water to enhance the flavor.

"It's because they had a quarrel with Xu Damao!" Ma Hua said on behalf of his master as he chopped the meat skillfully: "That grandson spread the story of Master and Qin Huairu everywhere, making Master very angry."

Hearing this, Yang Jun chuckled, knowing that it was time for Qiong Zhu to put on his self-written and self-performed Parkinson's disease performance.

Qiong Zhu and Xu Damao grew up together, and bickering and fighting were commonplace for them. Vicious slander today, violent counterattacks tomorrow, the two have been competing with each other for decades.

Sure enough, after a while, I heard a noise coming from the front.

"Silly Zhu, do you believe that Brother Mao can calculate the meal expenses of your greedy co-workers and let you solve the problem before your job goes to waste?"

Qiongzhu tapped the vegetable bowl with a soup spoon and shouted nonchalantly, "Xu the thief, if you don't dare to attack me, you should call me Qiongzhu!"

Hasn't he been criticized for complaints? Senior leaders would like him to take extra care of everyone, so why would they let him leave his management position?

"Qiong Zhu, you..."

Xu Damao was so angry that he was speechless. He often reported the matter to the higher-ups, but was always ignored. As for Qiong Zhu, he really had no idea what to do.

"Qiongzhu, I won't leave unless I give Grandpa Mao enough food!" Angrily, he threw the lunch box towards the window, blocking the way for those who were left behind.

"Boss Xu, I'll give you a special treatment tonight. Enjoy my big...melon." With a sly flicker in his eyes, Qiong Zhu threatened.

In the original drama, he once summoned the ladies in the workshop to look after Xu Damao and hid his clothes, which triggered a large-scale criticism of Xu's work style in the entire courtyard.

According to the original process, Yang Jun expects to hold a general staff meeting tonight to deal with this matter.

In this regard, Yang Jun really didn't want to be involved too much in the chaos, so he stood up and walked to the front, snatched the spoon from Qiong Zhu's hand, and scooped two large spoonfuls of food directly into Xu Damao's box.

"Xu Damao... Director Yang, I, Shazhu, coveted employee benefits and withheld our food rations!" Another voice refused to be outdone.

Director Yang interrupted him with a dark face, "Stop bothering me, I won't allow personal grudges to interfere with our meal.

Are you sick from being idle? There are so many cafeterias, but you chose to come to this one? Are you looking for trouble?"

"No, really not... because this place is closer to me." Xu Damao forced a smile, then arrogantly shouted to Qiongzhu: "With Director Yang presiding over justice, if you still want to covet my food in the future, I'll see if you dare."

Director Yang's words hit home directly with him.

"Sun thief, you look like you deserve a beating. If it weren't for Director Yang's face, I..."

As Zhuzi spoke, he took off his apron and prepared to teach Xu Damao a lesson in the kitchen.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Xu Damao ran out immediately, and did not forget to make some harsh remarks before leaving.

"Silly Zhu, just remember this..."

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Return to the back kitchen.

Zhuzi added some coal to the stove and fanned the fire.

Then he heated the pan, added oil, and put the marinated pork into the boiling pan. A sizzling sound was heard, and soon the whole house was filled with the tempting aroma of meat.

Ten minutes later, three dishes: beef with green peppers, pork slices with vinegar and stir-fried vegetables were ready.

Zhuzi was not polite at all and directly divided the dish into two portions. He put the large portion into Director Yang's enamel pot and the small portion into his own lunch box.

This has been the practice these days, and Director Yang has no objection to it. After all, asking someone to cook for you is always a token of appreciation, and it also makes him feel more at ease - he is not afraid of being taken advantage of by Zhuzi, but is only afraid of his impartial attitude towards work.

After packing, Zhuzi took a piece of cotton cloth used to cover the steamed buns in the cafeteria and wrapped the lunch box tightly. After giving some instructions to Ma Hua, he walked out of the kitchen.

Director Yang covered his three enamel jars, then went to the front and brought back five steamed buns.

When he returned to the kitchen, he couldn't help but look surprised.

"Silly Zhu! I'm not done with you!..."

After dinner, Yang Jun lazily lay on the sofa, lit a Zhonghua cigarette, took a deep puff, and then half-closed his eyes to enjoy it.

As for washing the dishes, that was naturally left to Yi Qiu Shui and Yang Mei.

Ever since Yi Qiu Shui and Yang Mei met, they have been as close as sisters, talking about anything and are inseparable no matter where they go.

Even Yang Jun felt a little jealous when he saw this scene.

After washing the dishes, Yang Mei returned to her office to work, while Yi Qiu Shui made a cup of tea and brought it to Yang Jun.

Just as Yang Jun was making plans in his mind, the door of the room suddenly opened and Sha Zhu came in with a mess of hair.

"Oh, my sister-in-law is here too, sorry to bother you.

"

Brother Zhuzi said politely, glanced at Yang Jun and left. Yi Qiu Shui greeted him with a smile, winked at Yang Jun, and left reluctantly.

Sha Zhu threw the keys to Yang Jun and sat down next to him.

"Junzi, the bicycle tickets you promised...haha, I saw the news from the factory, there are three of them!"

Shazhu had an envious expression on his face and even made a three gesture with his fingers.

Yang Jun rolled his eyes at him and didn't say anything more. He just went straight back to his desk, opened the drawer, took out a bicycle ticket from the space, and handed it to Sha Zhu.

Of course, you cannot go back on your promises made before.

“There are only a few days left until the Chinese New Year, so let’s go buy a car for Yuqing.

"Yang Jun said in a bad tone.

Recently, Sha Zhu has been focusing on his relationship with Ran Qiuye, and his younger sister at home has been neglected. She even stopped cooking and just keeps around Ran Qiuye all day long.

According to Yang Liu, he has been eating at Ran Qiuye's table every day recently.

Sha Zhu hesitated and refused to speak, obviously he had something to hide.

"Junzi, I think Yuqing's bike can still be ridden for a while..."