Siheyuan: Starting with one acre and three fen of land

It was late at night and the cafeteria was pitch black, with only a small light bulb in front of the food window emitting light.

Xie Shihai raised his wrist, looked at his watch, and felt that it was about time.

He turned his head to look at the food window and shouted to the kitchen helper who was dozing off in front of the window: "Da Linzi, stop sleeping!"

Dalin was awakened by his shouting. He habitually reached out to wipe the corner of his mouth and replied in a daze, "Okay! Thank you, Master."

Xie Shihai was preoccupied with something at the moment and had no time to scold him.

Seeing that Dalin had woken up, he continued, "I have something to do and I'll leave first. You take care of the rest."

Dalin came to his senses at this time, and when he heard that he was in a hurry to leave, he subconsciously glanced at the wooden basin on the table.

"Master Xie, don't worry, I will definitely get it done. But what about these leftovers?"

Xie Shihai was in a hurry to leave, so he turned around, waved his hand, and walked straight out of the kitchen.

Seeing this, Dalin laughed, immediately found his lunch box and put the leftovers in the bowl into it.

People who work overtime at night basically do mental work, so they eat more delicate food.

According to convention, apart from the master chef, the kitchen helpers can only take turns to get the leftovers.

If they meet a domineering master chef, there will be no place for them.

Shazhu in the plot is such a person, who invisibly offended the people in the kitchen.

Not to mention Dalin who was happy in the cafeteria, Xie Shihai outside the cafeteria quickly came to the bicycle shed.

He used the light of the street lamp to find his bicycle, unlocked it, got on the bike and drove out the gate.

The night is shrouded in darkness and everything is quiet.

Xie Shihai was riding his bicycle in the alley, the dim lights of his bicycle shining on the road surface.

Seeing that he had arrived at his destination, he slowed down, stopped his bike, and walked to the gate of the courtyard.

"Bang bang bang!" The knocking sounds were very loud in the middle of the night, startling the people who were already asleep in the yard.

"Who is this! Coming to my house so late?" A woman's complaining voice was heard from the bed, and she slapped the figure next to her angrily.

"Okay, I'll go take a look. You continue to sleep!" A male voice sounded, and he got up and got out of bed.

He put on his coat, took out a flashlight from beside his pillow, and walked out of the house.

After a while, he came to the gate and said, "Come here! Who is it? It's so late."

"Asong, it's me! I want to talk to you about something." Xie Shihai heard the response and quickly replied.

Xie Xingsong heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the familiar voice, then unbolted the door.

He opened the gate and shone the flashlight on the road, with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "Fourth Uncle, you are here before you get off work?"

Xie Shihai lifted the bicycle over the threshold, walked into the yard, and looked at Xie Xingsong beside him: "I left early. I have something to tell you."

"Oh? Okay. Let's go inside and talk about it."

Xie Xingsong raised his eyebrows, seeing that he really had something to discuss, and that the courtyard gate was not the place to discuss things, so he closed the gate and led him to the main room.

Xie Shihai nodded, parked his bicycle in the yard, and followed Xie Xingsong into the main room.

In the main room, Xie Xingsong pulled the light cord, and the light bulb lit up, illuminating the room.

"Uncle, please find a chair and sit down."

As he spoke, he put the flashlight in his hand on the table and picked up the teapot to pour tea for Xie Shihai.

"Have some tea and take a break first. There's no rush." ​​Xie Xingsong handed him the teacup and sat down on the chair opposite.

Seeing Xie Shihai's worried look, he thought he was looking for him to borrow money for help, so he calmly sat down and waited for him to speak.

Xie Shihai took the teacup and took a sip. Now that he had come here, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He put down the teacup, frowned and looked across: "A Song, have you been to the office during the day today?"

When Xie Xingsong heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect Xie Shihai to bring up this first.

He immediately shook his head and replied softly, "Fourth Uncle, you know the situation. I have been using the excuse of purchasing things recently and have not been back."

Xie Shihai knew about this matter, so he nodded: "It seems that you don't know yet that the director appointed by the higher-ups has arrived."

"What!? So fast?" Xie Xingsong's face changed and he couldn't help but stand up.

He has been trying to figure out how to free up this position during this period.

But now I haven't succeeded yet, and this new guy has already taken office, so what's the point of doing anything?

Since the position of canteen director became vacant, Xie Xingsong, as the head of the purchasing team, has always wanted to be promoted.

He had crossed the hurdle of becoming a clerk and a cadre, but the sudden intervention of He Yuzhu shattered his idea.

Seeing that he was a little out of control, Xie Shihai coughed lightly, nodded and continued, "Yes, there are new notices posted in the cafeteria today.

The kitchen was renovated during the day, and judging from the tone of Old Mac, he will not stand on our side anymore."

Xie Xingsong frowned and asked hurriedly: "Fourth Uncle, please tell me about the rectification in detail."

Xie Shihai told Xie Xingsong what happened during the day and the content of the regulations, and told him his own speculations.

Upon hearing this, Xie Xingsong frowned, sat back in his chair, and thought to himself: This person is not friendly!

His fingers tapped unconsciously on the armrest, making a regular sound, and he wondered in his mind what to do.

Seeing him like this, Xie Shihai continued to drink the tea in his hand and waited for Xie Xingsong to decide on a countermeasure.

The main room became quiet, and the sound of tapping fingers could be clearly heard.

After a long time, the knocking sound stopped abruptly. Xie Xingsong came back to his senses from his thoughts and his brows gradually relaxed.

"Uncle, the work in the cafeteria is mainly in the kitchen. Go to the cafeteria tomorrow and feel out what Mai Fuxian has to say.

Let's see whether he will lean towards the new director or remain indifferent as before."

Seeing that he had an idea, Xie Shihai put down the teacup in his hand and nodded quickly: "Okay, that's no problem."

Xie Xingsong looked at him as if he was about to say something but hesitated, and chuckled, "Fourth Uncle, you don't have to worry about the rest. Just work normally in the kitchen."

"Okay." Seeing that he had his own way, Xie Shihai nodded firmly.

Xie Xingsong stood up and picked up the flashlight: "Uncle, thank you for notifying me today. It's very late, you go back first and be careful."

It was pitch black at the entrance of the courtyard.

Xie Xingsong held a flashlight and waved goodbye to Xie Shihai. When he saw the light of the car lights disappear in the distance, he turned back to the main room.

He sat quietly in the chair, thinking about what to do tomorrow.