Teacher He of the Siheyuan

He Daqing stretched out his hand not to hit the smiling face.

Although Liu Lan is silly, she is still pretty to look at. She belongs to Xiaojiabiyu's charming and naive type.

It is easy to give a little sunshine and she will be brilliant, but give a little rain and she will flood.

Eat it or not, be a spare tire!
So I have no appetite, but I still took the lunch box and praised that I have grown up and become more and more sensible.

Liu Lan was taken aback, she had grown up a long time ago, where else could she grow up?
She was a little confused.

When he was about to put down the lunch box, he caught a glimpse of the dishes made in the cafeteria at noon, which were cabbage, potatoes, steamed buns, and a little kimchi, which had a sour taste.

Pickle! ! !

He narrowed his eyes and finally remembered something.

There is some fine powder near the kimchi porcelain jar, which is a problem.

And the lid must have been opened, so the sour taste will be more than before. Every time he uses a bowl of old Tan stock solution for kimchi, which is not exceeded, so the sour taste has become stronger. This can only prove that someone must take advantage of him. It's been done.

It goes without saying what his purpose is, it must be to bring him down. Looking back at the entire Three Canteens, there is only one person who has had a feud with him.

Thinking of this, his face suddenly became a little ugly, and he left without saying hello to Liu Lan.

I jogged all the way to the window of the back kitchen cafeteria. At this time, the dishes were all set up. There were already some workers who left work early, and they were cooking in twos and threes. The steamed buns and kimchi were delicious.

He Daqing's heart tensed at first, and then he pretended to be nonchalant and came to the window where the kimchi was placed.

He carefully scanned the lids of several porcelain altars, and one of them was indeed covered with some gray-black powder. Those with insufficient eyesight could not see it at all, but why did the color look so familiar.

The person who prescribes the medicine must not dare to poison people to death, and this thing is not easy to handle. It is probably something that makes people eat it, causing vomiting and diarrhea. Coupled with this color, the answer is ready to come out, it is another Xu Damao.

The person who was distributing pickles was the little widow Qin Huairu.

Seeing that He Daqing found her directly, she was ashamed of this Uncle He. Didn't he say that he should not have too much contact with him during working hours?

Didn't she satisfy him last night? Did she want to be so anxious again? Her legs are still hurting now!
She was about to speak when He Daqing spoke.

"Xiao Qin, these kimchi are not fresh, they are not cooked well, put them all back."

Do you still have to eat fresh kimchi?It was so fresh, but looking at He Daqing with a smile on his face and a cold look in his eyes, she didn't dare to ask any doubts, but obediently poured out the kimchi back into the porcelain jar.

Many people in the back kitchen were also paying attention to He Daqing, the deputy director, thinking that the immediate superior had some instructions, but unexpectedly, he went directly to the widow.

The two were talking and laughing, and the hearts of many male compatriots were broken.

Wrong payment, after all, still wrong payment.

The pretty widow finally chose the rich and powerful old man.

Although they couldn't afford this pretty widow, and they had only known each other for a long time, they couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, and wanted to eat some tofu. Director He liked it, so who would dare to eat widow's tofu?

At this time, a figure was also watching He Daqing's every move. When he saw him heading straight for Qin Huairu, his heart immediately rose to his throat.

Praying to Amitabha, Namo Guanyin Bodhisattva, Amen Jade Emperor, and Tianzun God.

Don't be found out, don't be found out!
But things didn't develop in the direction he expected.

When she saw He Daqing said a few more words, the little widow put the kimchi back that had been poured out.

He even felt that his eyes were blackened for a while, and his whole body was weak, as if he had been thrown into the cold lake water, his legs were weak and he couldn't stand up.

At this moment, He Daqing turned his head sharply, with the ice in his eyes that would never melt for thousands of years, staring at him firmly, as if a knife had been pierced into his heart.

Chen Mansheng couldn't control himself, and collapsed on the ground. It's over, everything is over, he was found.

Seeing that Chen Mansheng's face was pale and he fell down suddenly without blood, everyone was startled and wanted to go up to check.

Seeing this, He Daqing coughed and said loudly, "Brothers and sisters in the third canteen, today's kimchi is not very fresh, so we won't provide it. If a worker asks, it will be normal supply tomorrow."

In order not to cause panic, he did not say anything about the possible problem with the food.

After finishing speaking, He Daqing instructed Widow Qin again, "Go and clean up the desk case."

Then he waved to He Yuzhu who had been peeping here.

He warned, "Zhuzi, Dad, go to the factory manager's place, you keep an eye on me in the kitchen, especially these jars of kimchi, don't mess around with me."

He Yuzhu asked, "Dad, what happened, do you need help?"

He Daqing shook his head, seeing Liu Lan in a daze not far away, apparently not knowing what was going on, he waved to her again, and told her to stare outside, those workers who were eating kimchi all brought them to the tea room for tea , Ask the workshop clearly, don't let people run away.

Then go to the steel factory next door to ask a doctor to come over. Although Liu Lan is not smart, she can still feel a weird and serious atmosphere. It must be that something big is going to happen, so Director He gave the order so seriously. She didn't think much about it. Immediately agree.

He Daqing was carrying a jar of porcelain jars, and then he came to the side of Chen Mansheng who had fallen to the ground. Under the astonished eyes of everyone, he lifted the latter by the neck with one hand, and lifted him up.

He went straight out of the back kitchen canteen, where no one could see, in the space of his mind communication system, with a shake of his hand, some powder appeared in Chen Mansheng's trouser pocket.

Chen Lao Er, Chen Lao Er, maybe you destroyed some evidence, but you would never have thought that there is still a copy of evidence in He's hand. Fortunately, he kept some of the evidence when he punished Xu's family last time.

Hehe, this is called yellow mud falling into the crotch, Chen Mansheng, whoever dies.

Seeing his father leave, He Yuzhu obeyed his orders honestly, and pretended to slap the table, "Everyone is working, don't be distracted, the workers are all queuing up for dinner,"

The panic-stricken kitchen masters in the cafeteria finally came to their senses and went about their work non-stop, not daring to talk or being lazy.

The two old chefs looked at each other. This cafeteria, no, maybe the entire back kitchen department will change.

Qin Huairu stared blankly at He Daqing's back, this man is so powerful, if he had known Uncle He a few years earlier, he wouldn't have become a widow at such a young age.

Then she remembered what her mother-in-law Jia Zhang said to her before she went out in the morning.

"Huai Ru, the soy sauce bottle at home is almost empty, and you won't be paid until next month. Since you are going to work in the kitchen, when you come back, just take some with you. If you don't take advantage of the public's cheap, you will suffer. "

Widow Qin thought the same thing, where did the dishes He Daqing brought back every day come from, or from the kitchen?