Siheyuan: Starting with one acre and three fen of land

After listening to his narration, He Yuzhu understood the difficulties involved.

Given the current backward communication conditions, such matters depend entirely on inquiring by others, which takes a lot of effort.

He picked up the teacup and offered it to Tang Mingping: "Brother Tang, you have worked so hard this time."

Tang Mingping raised his glass, took a sip, put it down, and waved his hand: "Since you have agreed, you must do it well, it's not hard.

I felt Yi Zhonghai was suspicious at first. I followed him for a while, but I had never seen such a suspicious person. It took a lot of effort to get them in touch.

Fortunately, you reminded me before, he almost saw through it. This widow Xu has a good face and figure, so she was able to cover it up.

Now we just have to wait for the right time to wrap it up.”

Although it was simple for Tang Mingping to say it, He Yuzhu could understand the effort involved, otherwise it would not have taken so long to get confirmed news.

What's more, he hadn't given Tang Mingping money in advance, so all the expenses during this period were paid by Tang Mingping.

"Brother Tang, you don't have to say anything. Just tell me how much this cost."

Tang Mingping knew that not accepting the money would not work, so he hesitated for a moment and reported the amount he had considered.

"The expenses of the past few months plus the money given to Widow Xu add up to a total of one hundred and eighty yuan."

Hearing this number, He Yuzhu thought for a moment and realized that considering such a long period of investment, this amount of money was not a lot.

How can you force others to help you if you don't have money?

He didn't hesitate and immediately nodded to agree with the number: "Brother Tang, this number is fine. I'll give it to you right away, wait a moment."

After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the study room on the side.

This amount of money is still not small, even if there is enough money in his space.

But he couldn't just reach out and take out one or two hundred yuan. No normal person would carry so much money with them.

When he walked into the study, He Yuzhu walked quickly to the desk, and with a thought, a stack of money appeared in his hand.

He quickly counted out one hundred and eighty yuan, but after thinking about it, he decided not to take more, as he thought Tang Mingping would not take it.

Not long after, He Yuzhu walked out of the room, took the money and sat down on the chair again.

He put the money in his hand on the coffee table and pushed it to Tang Mingping.

"Brother Tang, please order some. Brothers should settle accounts clearly. Don't hurt your friendship for such a small amount of money."

Tang Mingping nodded and looked relaxed. This amount of money was a lot for him.

He picked up the money on the coffee table and counted it quickly to make sure the amount was correct.

"Zhu Zi, the amount of money is no problem."

He Yuzhu raised his wrist, checked the time, and looked across with a smile.

"It's almost time. Xueru and Yushui are probably on their way back. Let's go to the kitchen and chat so that we don't delay cooking."

Tang Mingping thought about He Yuzhu's craftsmanship, swallowed his saliva, and stood up quickly.

"Okay! Let's go. We're in for a treat today. I guess your sister-in-law will complain about me for a few days. Haha!"

After Tang Mingping had eaten the food prepared by He Yuzhu, the food cooked by his wife Lu Qin when he got home seemed a bit unpalatable.

Lu Qin saw the expression on his face. Even though she understood the reason, she still scolded him.

He Yuzhu couldn't help but burst into laughter when he thought of this funny thing.

Tang Mingping brought me some good news over the weekend, and we had a drink together at noon. We spent the weekend happily.

The next morning, He Yuzhu set off for work on his bicycle some time early as usual.

Fast forward an hour, Xie Shihai arrived at the kitchen earlier than He Yuzhu. In order not to appear unusual, he did the same thing as before.

Last time in Xie Xingsheng’s courtyard, the uncle and nephew agreed that they would start taking action after Xie Shihai transferred to another class.

The breakfast in the cafeteria is relatively simple, with common steamed buns and porridge, accompanied by side dishes.

To facilitate the small number of Big Brother technicians, the stone kiln would be fired early in the morning and bread would be provided at noon.

Xie Shihai suppressed the strangeness in his heart and stepped steadily into the kitchen.

The kitchen helpers and chores were already busy in the back kitchen, each doing their own job. When they saw Xie Shihai coming in, they all greeted him.

"Thank you, Master. Good morning!"

As Xie Shihai walked in, he nodded in response to everyone's greetings.

After a week of adjustment, the kitchen environment and hygiene have improved visibly, with kitchen utensils and seasonings neatly arranged, and the counters and stoves wiped clean.

The kitchen helpers also changed their habits and cleaned the spaces between their fingers thoroughly before cutting vegetables and kneading food.

Xie Shihai saw all of this, and it seemed that what Xie Xingsong said was right, there was indeed no chance.

Unless something goes wrong in the cafeteria, making He Yuzhu appear incompetent at work, he can be squeezed out.

Xie Shihai's thoughts became more and more firm, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he walked towards the desk purposefully.

He came to the workbench, where the kneaded dough was placed in a wooden basin, waiting to rise.

"Come here, both of you, carry this dough over there. Place it on the counter like this, don't knock it over."

As he spoke, he pointed his finger to the other side, where a stove was burning and boiling water.

"Okay, thank you, Master!"

When the two servants heard the master chef's instructions, they hurried forward and carried the dough over there.

They placed the basin along the wall, some distance away from the stove, with wooden blocks under it and a lid to keep it out of the dust.

Although they don't have very high cooking skills, they know that if they are close to the stove, the higher temperature will speed up the fermentation of the dough.

Seeing their actions, Xie Shihai's eyes flashed and he waved his hand: "Okay, you two can continue with your work."

He sent the two men away and remained standing where he was, looking around at the people busy in the kitchen, and took advantage of the free time to push the wooden basin to the side of the stove.

As for the traces on the ground, they can be wiped off with a simple sweep when the wooden basin is taken away later.

As time goes by, it is time to start steaming buns.

The handyman brought the wooden basin back to the table, but when he opened the lid, a sour smell wafted into his nose, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

"what!"

The people in the kitchen were startled by the sudden sound and stopped what they were doing, ready to move.

Xie Shihai was secretly delighted when he heard the shouting, and hurried over: "What's wrong? What's wrong!?"

When he saw the dough over-fermented as he wished, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, but he pretended to be surprised: "How could this happen?"

As he said this, he reached out and pinched the dough. From the feel of it, he knew it was done this time.

"How did that happen?"

Xie Shihai pretended to be very anxious, waved his hand and called the other two chefs, "Come here quickly, see if there is any chance to save it."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the stove, pretending to check the cause, but actually cleaning up the traces.

After he kicked the wooden planks into disarray, Xie Shihai came back shaking his head, with hope in his eyes: "Are you two beyond saving?"

The two looked at each other and then replied, "Squad Leader Yang, you make the decision."

Xie Shihai nodded slightly after hearing this, and shouted at the two handymen, "Hurry up and report this to the director to see how to deal with this matter."