Siheyuan: Cooking journey

The deputy factory director’s home.

He Yuzhu looked around while cooking chicken soup.

In that era, there was no trend in home decoration.

The room is simple, with a curtain separating the two sides, one side is the bedroom and the other is the living room.

There is a sofa and a coffee table in the living room, and a radio on the cabinet next to it.

Although he lives in an apartment building, He Yuzhu feels that it is not as comfortable as living in a courtyard house.

The conversations next door can be heard more clearly than in a courtyard house. At least in a courtyard house, the neighbors cannot hear you unless you shout or quarrel.

The only advantage is that there is a separate bathroom and kitchen, which is indeed better than a courtyard house.

He Yuzhu couldn't help but sigh in his heart. To be honest, if there weren't those selfish people in the courtyard house, it would actually be a nice place to live these days.

Finding another place to live may not be better than a courtyard house.

The key is that housing is in short supply and it is not easy to find one.

A simple building like this is actually not bad, but the sound insulation is too poor.

Most importantly, only management is qualified to allocate this type of house.

Ordinary people have nothing to do with it.

At that time, many people were crowded in the staff dormitories, anxiously waiting for housing.

The houses we were assigned were often tube-shaped buildings with a shared toilet, sink and kitchen on each floor.

Living in such a crowded and noisy place is far worse than living in a courtyard house.

However, no matter which one it was, there was no gas at the time.

Although Deputy Director Li's family is also in the management, they still use honeycomb coal.

On the coal stove, the casserole was bubbling and the tempting aroma was wafting away.

Half a chicken and a few potato cubes are almost done stewing.

Deputy Director Li had not returned yet, but He Yuzhu was not in a hurry. He was thinking about finding a house.

Not long after,

The door opened.

Deputy Director Li walked in with a stern face and expressionless expression.

He Yuzhu raised his eyebrows and immediately went forward with a shy smile.

"Director Li, you're back. The chicken is already cooked for you."

"you……"

When he saw him, Deputy Director Li was slightly stunned and a little confused, but he looked at his wife and for the sake of face, he didn't say much, just nodded coldly.

"understood."

No one comes to the temple for no reason.

Deputy Director Li roughly guessed that He Yuzhu came to give gifts and ease the relationship.

If he offends the deputy director in charge while working in the canteen, he will suffer a lot in the future.

Not too stupid.

unfortunately,

late.

Thinking of He Yuzhu's unpleasant words, and thinking of how I was almost besieged because of Qin Huairu when I got off work today.

I was holding my breath and there was no thought of reconciliation.

"Director Li, the chicken and potatoes are ready. Do you want to eat now?"

He Yuzhu asked politely and said shyly:

"Director Li, you were very generous in the previous incident. I was young and ignorant, and Director Yang criticized me, saying that you are the backbone of our steel mill and I shouldn't have made you angry. So, according to your instructions at noon, I stewed this chicken specially for you."

"Ah."

As expected.

Deputy Director Li sneered in his heart but nodded sternly. He was about to make a few sarcastic remarks, but when he smelled the fragrance in the room, he couldn't help swallowing.

It smells so good.

"Then serve it up."

"okay."

The chicken casserole was brought to the coffee table.

Deputy Director Li and his wife were already seated.

He Yuzhu said goodbye at the right time.

"Director Li, Madam Director, I'm leaving first."

"Xiao He, stay and eat something with us."

The deputy director's wife was very enthusiastic.

This made He Yuzhu feel a little guilty, but after comparing her body shape with that of Deputy Director Li, she felt that Deputy Director Li was the one who suffered, and her apology faded.

"No, no, I won't bother you anymore."

He Yuzhu shyly declined.

Deputy Director Li maintained his leadership style and said calmly:

"Xiao He, today's chicken is well stewed and very fragrant. Thank you for your hard work in making this trip."

"It's not hard, it's not hard, this is what I should do. It's not because I'm good at cooking, it's mainly because the chicken is good. It's a local chicken sent by a relative from the commune, raised in the mountains, with firm and delicious meat. He often sends it to our family.

"It's getting late, I won't bother you anymore."

He Yuzhu humbly said goodbye and left, politely helping to close the door.

He's a clever fellow.

I want to send chicken next time.

Pity.

Deputy Director Li looked at the closed door.

I felt regretful and sneered at the same time.

Do you think sending chickens often can reconcile?

However, knowing that I can't afford to offend, I'd better give in and not resist no matter how he deals with me.

I'm afraid he's a young and ignorant person who doesn't know his place. That would be troublesome.

Deputy Director Li was secretly thinking about how to deal with He Yuzhu. Seeing that his wife's mouth was full of grease, he felt disgusted and ignored her, picking up a piece of chicken and tasting it.

After putting the chicken into his mouth and chewing it for a few times, the ultimate deliciousness exploded on his taste buds. In an instant, Deputy Director Li felt his mood soaring, and he had a sense of self-release.

But when he heard the smacking noise from his wife's lips, he couldn't help but feel annoyed and had an inexplicable urge to beat her up.

……

After closing the door.

He Yuzhu's eyes turned cold.

[Delicious food: Incorporating different emotions into carefully cooked food can affect the mood of diners. (Invalid for me)]

[Injected with emotion·violent, a kind of emotion of violent character, irritability, cruelty and extremes. ]

[The emotional retention time, one hour, refers to the effective interaction time between food and diners. After this time, the diners' emotions will return to normal, the food will still be delicious, but will lose its special effect. ]