Siheyuan: Starting with one acre and three fen of land

The secretary pulled out a chair for him, and Director Fang sat down. Looking at the familiar dishes on the table, he couldn't help but think of the past.

When he came to his senses, he turned to the people at the same table and said, "Seeing this familiar thick soup and side dishes reminds me of the days in the Soviet Union. Everyone, don't be shy, let's eat!"

Secretary Zhu took the bread basket from the table and handed him the bread: "Leader, please try it and see how it tastes."

Seeing that he wanted to help add more dishes, Director Fang smiled and waved his hand: "Comrade Zhu, I can do it myself. I am much more familiar with it than you."

After hearing his words, the atmosphere at the table became relaxed.

Director Fang picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful of beetroot soup, and ate it with bread.

The familiar taste instantly awakened the memory of his taste buds, and a satisfied smile spread across his face.

At this time, He Yuzhu held the tray, divided the cake on the plate, and placed the plate on the table.

Director Fang took a few bites and saw He Yuzhu standing nearby distributing the cake. He waved to him to come over.

Seeing this, He Yuzhu quickened his movements, quickly divided the cake, and walked towards the dining table with the plates.

He placed the cake on the table, bowed and asked in a low voice: "Boss, what do you want? But the food is not to your taste?"

Upon hearing this, Director Fang shook his head and said, "Young comrade, today's dishes are very good. Are you the chef today?"

He Yuzhu shook his head: "Boss, I didn't do anything today. It was all done by Chef Yang in the kitchen. I just gave some instructions."

"Oh, so you are the chef they invited! You are very good." Director Fang showed admiration and patted his arm affectionately.

When He Yuzhu heard him say that, he chuckled and said, "You're flattering me! I'm still a disciple of my master and I haven't graduated yet."

"I wonder which master you learned from?" Director Fang asked curiously.

"Master Wu of Emei Restaurant!" He Yuzhu showed respect on his face, clasped his hands together, and his eyes were full of respect for the master.

Director Fang thought for a moment and then realized, "A famous Sichuan restaurant in the city, right?"

"You're right, hehe!" He Yuzhu noticed the atmosphere from the corner of his eye and said at the right time, "Boss, I won't disturb you while you're having your meal. If you need anything, just come and help me."

"Okay, go ahead!" Director Fang had a good impression of him and took note of it.

After leaving the room and walking through the corridor, He Yuzhu returned to the kitchen.

When Master Yang saw him come in, he hurriedly stood up to greet him, with an expectant and nervous expression on his face.

"Master He, what do the leaders think of the taste of today's dishes?" There was a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.

He Yuzhu looked at Master Yang and said with a smile: "Master Yang, don't worry. There will be no problem this time. The big boss just said that the food is good."

When Master Yang heard his words, all his worries disappeared and a bright smile appeared on his face.

He excitedly held He Yuzhu's hand tightly, his voice trembling: "Master He, you are really my benefactor. I don't know how to repay this kindness."

His voice was a little choked up, and he didn't know how to express his gratitude.

Master Yang is middle-aged and has no hope of achieving higher levels in traditional cooking skills. He is at an awkward level and can only work in the factory canteen for a stable life.

I didn't expect that this time I would be able to receive He Yuzhu's instruction and embark on a different path.

Even though we can't be the best, it is unique in this factory and very different from the past.

"Master Yang, the master can only lead you to the door, but the practice is up to you. I am just giving you a push, and your future is up to you."

He Yuzhu may not be older than Master Yang's son, but when he said this in terms of cooking, there was no sense of transgression.

Master Yang also knew that this was a pertinent remark, and he bowed to express his deepest respect.

He Yuzhu accepted the gift calmly, reached out to help him up, and smiled: "Master Yang, we still have some time today. If you have any questions, let's discuss them."

"Okay! Master He, please come in!"

The two men walked aside, and Master Yang took out his little notebook and began to write down the questions as he asked them.

During lunch, there were no requests for additional dishes from the reception room.

Master Yang wrote down a lot of tips in his notebook, and admired He Yuzhu even more.

"Brother, why are you staying here?"

Lu Qiufu's voice suddenly rang out, interrupting their conversation.

When Master Yang heard the voice, he quickly stood up and greeted: "Director Lu, you are here!"

Lu Qifu smiled and said to Master Yang: "Old Yang, you did a good job this time. I will give this to you from now on, you must perform well."

"Director, don't worry, I will ensure that the task is completed." Master Yang agreed with a happy look on his face.

He Yuzhu stood up and turned around: "Brother, is lunch over?"

"It's been over for a while, and the leader called the secretary and others to go to a meeting. I came over to look for you." Lu Qiufu's face was flushed at this time, and he smiled at He Yuzhu.

Seeing this, He Yuzhu knew that he should be praised, and said jokingly: "Brother, you have double happiness this time!"

Lu Qifu laughed loudly, then changed the subject: "Brother, go to my office and sit for a while. I'll ask Xiao Feng to take you back."

"Okay! I'll follow your instructions and let's go." He Yuzhu clapped his hands and followed Lu Qiufu out.

Arriving at the office of the logistics department, Lu Qifu instructed Feng Wenlong who was standing beside him, "Wenlong, Brother He and I will have some tea. Ask Xiao Feng to prepare the car and take Brother He back later."

"Okay, leader." Feng Wenlong nodded in agreement.

Lu Qiufu pushed open the office door and the two of them walked in together.

"Brother, I'm sorry for the poor hospitality. Have some tea to moisten your throat." Lu Qiufu picked up the teapot and poured tea for He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu took the teacup and took a sip: "Brother, I heard you calling me Chief in the corridor before. What a shitty luck you have."

"Haha! I didn't expect this to happen. The chief used to be our political commissar, but was later transferred. He should have been transferred to the Steel Bureau not long ago." Lu Qiufu said as he sat down.

"Oh? Don't Lao Guo and the others know each other?" He Yuzhu asked curiously.

Lu Qifu took a sip of tea and shook his head: "Old Guo and the others didn't know each other. We were all separated and assigned to different units at that time. By the way, speaking of this, brother, you are good at Sichuan cuisine, right?"

"Of course! Don't you think about where I work?"

Lu Qifu patted his forehead, with a hint of apology in his tone: "Look at my brain, it's starting to talk nonsense. When there's a chance, I recommend you to cook Sichuan cuisine for the leader."

He Yuzhu looked surprised and looked at him puzzledly: "If you want to eat this, can't you just come to our store?"

Lu Qiufu shook his head when he heard this, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

"Brother, the old leaders are focused on their work. They won't waste time going to a restaurant just for a bite of food. I have to choose the right time to make this recommendation. Otherwise, I will be criticized."

He Yuzhu thought cooking was a piece of cake, so he nodded and agreed: "Brother, just let me know when the time comes. I'm sure there will be no problem with that."