Siheyuan: Starting with one acre and three fen of land

The setting sun shone into the office. Pavel sat at his desk, put down the phone, and looked thoughtful.

After rushing back from the office, Pavle immediately called Vasily and carefully inquired about He Yuzhu's information.

This time, a big project in the factory is about to be completed, and senior leaders will come to inspect it during the acceptance.

He Yuzhu's superb cooking skills come at the right time and will add a lot of brilliance to the upcoming reception.

This is something that requires little investment for him and may bring him additional benefits.

Recalling Vasily's description on the phone, Pavle began to think in his mind, tapping the table subconsciously with his fingers.

He Yuzhu was not lying to him. Although Pavel didn't understand why he would be so strict about such a small matter.

He knew in his mind that since the rules could not be changed and he needed He Yuzhu's help, the best strategy was to respond flexibly.

It’s just that we need to think carefully about how to give reasonable compensation.

The reason why Vasily was able to invite He Yuzhu was because with Alyosha around, the reception had almost become a normal thing.

In Yebao, Pavle and He Yuzhu were just nodding acquaintances, and it was obviously impossible for him to be like Vasily.

Now Pavel only wants He Yuzhu's help and to be in charge of that important banquet, which will achieve his goal.

In the quiet office, only the regular knocking sounds could be heard.

The knocking sound gradually stopped, replaced by a smile that gradually spread across Pavle's face.

He raised his brows, as if he had made up his mind, and his expression relaxed, with a confident smile on his lips.

Without waiting for Pavel's reply, He Yuzhu knew nothing about Pavel's plan.

He didn't pay much attention to it, and then focused his attention on the kitchen, preparing meals for everyone.

Song Mingxuan led the survey team and started the journey according to the established plan.

Unexpectedly, the office received other invitations before Pavel notified them.

As night falls quietly, lights fill the room, making it bright.

He Yuzhu came to Song Mingxuan's room and knocked on the door gently.

After hearing the answer through the door, he pushed it open and walked in.

Song Mingxuan was sitting on the sofa. He looked up and saw He Yuzhu coming over. He looked at him with a smile on his face and pointed at the sofa opposite.

"Xiao He, you're here! Come and sit down."

He Yuzhu didn't know what Song Mingxuan wanted to talk to him about, but seeing that Song Mingxuan looked happy, it must be something bad.

"Leader, what are your instructions today?" He said as he sat down on the sofa.

Song Mingxuan leaned forward, picked up the teapot to pour water for He Yuzhu, and pushed the teacup in front of him.

Seeing this, He Yuzhu quickly took the teacup and said respectfully, "Leader, what's going on? I'm feeling uneasy."

Song Mingxuan put down the teapot and looked at He Yuzhu with a smile, unable to hide the admiration in his eyes.

"Xiao He, after I came back today, I found out that someone called and invited you to be the head chef."

He Yuzhu was stunned when he heard this, and asked directly: "Leader, isn't it Pavle?"

Song Mingxuan looked at the expression on He Yuzhu's face with interest, smiled even more happily, and shook his head.

"Really not. Xiao He, you are worthy of being a chef! These are all comrades from the Soviet side who attended the dinner that day. They specifically asked for you."

He Yuzhui suddenly realized that this made sense. After enjoying good things, one would definitely miss them.

He did not make a decision on his own, but turned his gaze to Song Mingxuan: "Leader, what do you think?"