Siheyuan: Starting with one acre and three fen of land

Xie Xingsong looked at He Yuzhu's back as he walked away, his eyes flashed, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

He chuckled, put the cigarette in his hand back into the cigarette box, and looked at Liang Hongying beside him.

I have worked with Liang Hongying for several years and have some understanding of her background. I know that she has no such intention.

"Sister Liang, looking at what happened just now, you have a good relationship with the new director!"

Liang Hongying put the remaining cake in her hand into her mouth and glanced at Xie Xingsong, realizing that he was trying to get some information from her.

She chewed slowly and ate the cake in her mouth. She felt the temperature of the tea with her hand and took a sip.

"Thank you, Team Leader. I'll see you the next day. But he has an easygoing personality, so we'll have a much better time in the future."

Xie Xingsong was not surprised to see that she did not reveal any information, because just as she said, it was only the second day.

There was no need for her to spend time and effort to inquire about He Yuzhu's background.

"It's good to be easy-going! This way we can feel more relaxed staying here." He agreed with a smile.

Liang Hongying glanced at him and didn't want to say anything more. Everyone has their own ideas and there was no need for her to pour cold water on them.

Respect personal choices and don’t let your kindness be taken for granted.

She nodded, sat down again, rewrapped the pastries on the table, put them in the drawer, and planned to take them home for her children to try.

It must be said that the pastries sent by He Yuzhu were even more delicious than those she bought in the store, but she had no intention of sharing them with Xie Xingsheng.

Even though we don't know where He Yuzhu comes from, with his pastry-making skills, it shouldn't be difficult for him to become a canteen director.

The canteen director supervises the people below him, and there are people to do the specific things. If you can be parachuted into the department, you can definitely get supplies easily.

Now that he has this skill, I guess his cooking skills are pretty good. We don’t have to rely entirely on the chef for entertaining people, he can handle it.

How can you compete with them? Just lie down and wait for them to be transferred away.

Unfortunately, Xie Xingsong did not get to eat the pastry, and lacking this key information, he had to continue with his previous plan.

As the sun sets, the slanting sunlight shines into He Yuzhu's office through the window.

He Yuzhu raised his wrist and checked the time. It was almost time to get off work, so he put away his pen.

He reached out and flipped through today's results, nodded with satisfaction, it seemed that he could finish it before the New Year without having to work overtime.

He stood up and stretched his body, then gathered the draft papers on the desk, put them in the drawer, and locked it.

When he packed up his things, he walked out of the office carrying the thermos.

At this time, Liang Hongying was the only one packing up in the outer room, and Xie Xingsong was nowhere to be seen.

"Sister Liang, put the thermos here." He Yuzhu put down the thermos and saw Liang Hongying putting pastries into her bag, and it seemed that she didn't move much.

Liang Hongying put on her bag and looked at He Yuzhu with a smile: "Director, okay. Just leave it there."

"Sister Liang, how do the pastries taste?" He Yuzhu stood up and clapped his hands.

Upon hearing this, Liang Hongying gave a thumbs up and said, "Director, your cooking skills are really good. The ones I bought in the store are not as delicious as this."

He Yuzhu laughed, his cooking skills were at an amazing level, his main feature was his comprehensiveness.

"Just eat it! My wife likes sweets, so we always have them at home. I'll bring you some."

As the saying goes, one should be grateful to those who receive favors, and one should be soft-hearted when one eats from others.

Liang Hongying naturally understood this principle. Given He Yuzhu's situation, he didn't need her help. He just needed to do his job well.

But it was not nice to eat his cakes for free, so she hesitated for a moment and refused: "Director, I'm so sorry. Making cakes requires a lot of things..."

"It's okay. I don't take it every day. I just try it occasionally." He Yuzhu waved his hand to interrupt her, with a firm attitude.

Seeing his attitude and the deliciousness of the pastries, Liang Hongying finally nodded and agreed.

Xie Xingsong, who had disappeared, had already arrived at the kitchen door and was squatting there smoking, as if waiting for someone.

When he finished smoking the cigarette in his hand, Xie Xingsong saw a figure walking towards him in the distance. His eyes flashed and he quickly stood up and stomped out the cigarette butt with one foot.

He walked quickly towards the figure.

"Fourth uncle! Fourth uncle!"

Seeing Xie Xingsong's strange expression, Xie Shihai's eyes flashed with surprise, and he nodded: "A Song, what's the matter?"

Xie Xingsong stopped in front of him, turned his head and looked around, and saw that there was no one around.

He lowered his voice and leaned closer to Xie Shihai: "Fourth Uncle, please come to my house tonight. We have something to discuss."

After saying that, he returned to normal and handed over a cigarette.

Xie Shihai took the cigarette, looked at Xie Xingsong thoughtfully, and nodded: "Okay!"

"Okay, I'll go home from get off work first. We'll talk more about it tonight."

That night, the dim light filled the entire room, adding a touch of warmth to the quiet night.

The uncle and nephew of the Xie family sat opposite each other. On the eight-immortals table were two plates of fragrant braised dishes and a plate of golden and crispy peanuts.

Xie Xingsong picked up the wine jug on the table, tilted the jug slightly, and slowly poured the wine into the glass in front of Xie Shihai until it was full but not overflowing, and then filled his own glass.

"Fourth Uncle, this glass of wine is for you!" Xie Xingsong stood up, holding the glass with both hands, his eyes full of sincerity.

Xie Shihai's eyes flashed with relief when he heard this. He slowly raised his glass and gently touched it with Xie Xingsong's glass, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

"Asong, what are you doing today?" Xie Shihai put down the wine glass in his hand, picked up a peanut and put it in his mouth, looking at Xie Xingsong opposite him.

After hearing this, Xie Xingsong did not reply for the time being. He reached out to pick up the wine pot and poured another glass for Xie Shihai.

"Fourth Uncle, it's about what you came to see me about yesterday." After saying that, he picked up a piece of braised meat with chopsticks and put it in his mouth to chew.

Xie Shihai paused, a trace of solemnity flashed across his face, and he looked into Xie Xingsong's eyes: "Is there no other way?"

Xie Xingsong swallowed the braised meat in his mouth, nodded slightly, and told the story of what happened from Qian Duofa's side.

The room fell into silence for a moment, leaving only the crisp sound of wine glasses clinking.

"What are you going to do?" Xie Shihai drank the wine in his glass, knowing that his nephew had already made up his mind, and asked directly.

Xie Xingsong put down his chopsticks. He was a little drunk and his eyes were red. He stared at Xie Shihai and said, "I need my fourth uncle to help me now."

Xie Shihai frowned slightly. The meaning of the words was very simple and easy to understand. He was asked to use some tricks in the kitchen.

He hesitated for a moment, still wanting to fight for it again, and asked tentatively: "Does it have to go this far?"

Xie Xingsong frowned, his eyes showing a fierce look: "Yes, Fourth Uncle is not going to help me?"

Xie Shihai was able to get this job with the help of Xie Xingsheng. After all, his craftsmanship was far inferior to Mai Fuxian's.

His family had received many favors over the years. He knew what it meant to take this step, but could he refuse now?

"What are you going to ask me to do?"

Seeing that he agreed, Xie Xingsong raised the corners of his mouth and poured him some wine.

"You know more about kitchen matters than I do. You just need to be 'careless' in some places and ruin things."

After hearing this, Xie Shihai frowned and began to think about how he could "accidentally" achieve his goal.

Seeing that he was lost in thought, Xie Xingsong ate his food and wine in silence without disturbing Xie Shihai.