Siheyuan: Sap is the last word

"There is such a good thing? What are you waiting for? Tell me quickly, what is the first task?" He Yudong couldn't wait to show his skills.

"Ding! Newbie mission released: within one hour, use the ingredients provided by the system to make a dish that can conquer Lou Xiao'e's taste buds."

Lou Xiaoe? Why is it this woman again?

Hearing the system's mission objectives, He Yudong couldn't help but frowned.

Ever since he married Qin Huairu, he had had enough of the humiliation. But Lou Xiaoe, like a fly smelling a scent, always liked to get close to him and show off her superiority every few days.

If it weren't for the fact that her father was the factory director, He Yudong would have wanted to teach her a lesson a long time ago.

"System, are you sure you want me to cook for Lou Xiao'e? Can't you change the target?" He Yudong asked reluctantly.

"The host can choose to give up the mission, but giving up the mission will be punished by the system." The system's voice was still cold and ruthless.

Punishment? Hearing these two words, He Yudong shuddered.

He had personally seen how severe the system's punishment was. The previous host had refused to complete the task, and was electrocuted by the system to the point where he could not take care of himself. In the end, he had no choice but to surrender.

"No, no, no, can't I do it?" He Yudong didn't want to follow in the footsteps of the previous host, so he could only agree reluctantly.

"Ding! The mission has been accepted. Host, please complete the mission within one hour. The countdown begins!"

As the system's voice fell, a pot and various ingredients appeared out of thin air in front of He Yudong.

There were fresh vegetables, delicious meat, rare seafood... He Yudong was dazzled by the sight.

"Wow, this system is quite generous!" He Yudong couldn't help but sigh, then rolled up his sleeves and began to prepare for a big job.

He first marinated a piece of fat and lean pork belly with the special spices provided by the system, then cut various vegetables into even-sized pieces, and finally heated the oil in a pan and began cooking.

As the spatula flew, the aroma gradually spread, attracting workers passing by to stop and look in the direction of the canteen.

"What's that smell? It smells so good!"

"It seems that Shazhu is the one cooking. When did he become such a good cook?"

"Let's go over and have a look!"

Soon, the cafeteria entrance was crowded with people, and everyone wanted to know what kind of delicious food could emit such an enticing aroma.

Even Lou Xiao'e, who was originally sitting in the office, was attracted by the fragrance and couldn't help but come out.

She spotted He Yudong in the crowd at a glance. He looked focused, stir-frying the dishes in the pot with skillful movements, and his whole body seemed to be radiating light.

Lou Xiao'e suddenly felt inexplicably irritated. She didn't understand why she felt so uncomfortable every time she saw He Yudong and Qin Huairu together.

"Shazhu, what did you cook? It smells so good!" Lou Xiao'e walked to He Yudong and asked with pretended curiosity.

"What's it got to do with you!" He Yudong replied without even raising his head, with a hint of disgust in his tone.

He did not forget that the system's mission goal was to conquer Lou Xiao'e's taste buds.

"You..." Lou Xiao'e didn't expect He Yudong to speak to her in this tone, and her face turned blue with anger.

She was about to explode when she suddenly smelled an even stronger fragrance, and her stomach started to growl.

Lou Xiao'e swallowed subconsciously, her eyes fell on the pot in He Yudong's hand...

"Shazhu, what's wrong with you today? Why did you fight with Lou Xiao'e?" Deputy Director Li's tone was filled with hatred.

He Yudong sneered, ignored Deputy Director Li's question, and walked straight to the factory director's office.

Deputy Director Li was left there, his face turning pale and blue, but he didn't dare to say anything more. He could only follow He Yudong in disappointment.

"Hey, isn't this our factory's chef, Master He? What brings you here?"

As soon as I entered the office, a sarcastic voice came over. The speaker was a thin man who was wearing a washed-out blue work suit. He was sitting opposite the desk, with his legs crossed, holding an enamel teacup in his hand, and his face was full of gloating.

This man was called Xu Damao, and he was the projectionist in the factory. He often took advantage of the fact that his father was the deputy director of the steel rolling mill to make things difficult for He Yudong.

He Yudong glanced at him coldly, ignored him, walked straight to the desk, knocked on the table, and asked in a bad tone: "Where is the factory director?"

"What's your attitude, kid? Do you know the rules?" Xu Damao stood up suddenly, pointed at He Yudong's nose and cursed, "Can you just meet the factory director casually?"

"Hey, Xu Damao, why are you barking again?" He Yudong retorted bluntly, "What's the matter? Your master is not here, why are you acting so high and mighty?"

"You! You are looking for death!" Xu Damao was furious and rolled up his sleeves to take action.

"enough!"

Just then, a majestic voice came from outside the door.

Factory Director Yang Weimin walked in with his hands behind his back, his face ashen, and his eyes swept across everyone in the office sharply.

"Look at you all, what a mess you are in!" Yang Weimin shouted angrily, "Do you still have any sense of organization and discipline?"

Seeing this, Xu Damao quickly retracted his hand and sat back in his chair dejectedly.

He Yudong didn't say anything else. He just looked at Yang Weimin coldly, waiting for his next words.

"Shazhu, what's wrong with you today? Why did you have a conflict with Comrade Lou Xiao'e?" Yang Weimin asked in a deep voice.

"Director, I..." He Yudong was about to explain but was interrupted by Yang Weimin with a wave of his hand.

"Don't say more, I know everything." Yang Weimin sighed and said earnestly, "Shazhu, I know you feel wronged, but you can't hit others! You make it very difficult for me!"

He Yudong sneered in his heart, embarrassed? I think you are afraid of offending Lou Xiaoe's father!

Seeing that He Yudong didn't say anything, Yang Weimin thought that he realized his mistake, so he continued, "How about this, Shazhu, you go and apologize to Comrade Lou Xiaoe, and this matter will be over. What do you think?"

"Apologize?" He Yudong laughed as if he had heard a joke. "Director, are you kidding me? Asking me to apologize to her? Why?"

"Silly Zhu, how can you talk like that?" Yang Weimin's face darkened and his tone became stern. "You were wrong in the first place. What's wrong with you apologizing? Do you want to make trouble at the factory?"

"Take it to the factory?" A cold light flashed in He Yudong's eyes. "Yang Weimin, don't think I don't know what you are thinking! You want to keep things quiet, you want to keep your job, you want..."

"How dare you!" Yang Weimin slammed the table and shouted, "He Yudong, do you still have me as your factory director in your eyes?"

"Factory Director?" He Yudong raised a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth, "Are you worthy?"

"You..." Yang Weimin was so angry that he was shaking all over. He pointed at He Yudong and was speechless for a long time.

He Yudong ignored him and turned around and walked out.

"Stop!" Yang Weimin roared, "If you dare to walk out of this door today, don't blame me for being rude!"

He Yudong paused, turned around, stared at Yang Weimin with cold eyes, and said word by word: "You, what do you want to do?"

The atmosphere was tense, and a bigger storm seemed to be brewing...

The cold light in He Yudong's eyes seemed to be able to freeze people. Yang Weimin felt frightened by his gaze, but he still shouted fiercely: "You kid want breakfast?! I'm the factory director! How dare you..."

Before he could finish his words, He Yudong suddenly smiled, but that smile looked so cold, like ice chips that pierced people.

"Yang Weimin, do you really think I'm afraid of you? Who the hell do you think you are?"

He took a step forward, grabbed Yang Weimin by the collar, and said in a cold tone: "Don't think I don't know your dirty deeds, you..."

"stop!"

With a delicate shout, Lou Xiao'e rushed in, followed by several panic-stricken cadres.

Lou Xiao'e rushed to He Yudong, pushed him away, stood in front of Yang Weimin, and shouted angrily: "He Yudong! Are you crazy?! Do you still want to hit the factory director?!"

He Yudong was pushed by her and staggered back a few steps. He looked at Lou Xiaoe who was protecting Yang Weimin, and his heart felt like it was pierced by a needle, and he gasped in pain.

"Oh, Lou Xiao'e, I misjudged you! For this old thing, you actually..."

"Shut up!" Lou Xiao'e interrupted him sharply, her eyes red, "You don't know anything, what right do you have to say that to me?!"

He Yudong looked at her, and the anger in his heart was gradually replaced by a sense of powerlessness. He knew that between him and Lou Xiaoe, it was not only Yang Weimin, but also their respective family backgrounds, and this damn secular prejudice!

He took a deep breath, suppressed the anger and bitterness in his heart, glanced coldly at everyone in the office, and turned and left.

"He Yudong! Stop right there!" Yang Weimin shouted angrily behind him, "If you don't make your point clear today, don't even think about leaving this door!"

He Yudong paused, but did not turn around. He just said coldly: "Yang Weimin, let's wait and see!"

After saying that, he left the office without looking back.

......

Walking on the noisy street, He Yudong felt empty in his heart.

He was not a fool, so he could naturally see that Lou Xiao'e was protecting him, but this kind of protection made him feel even more uncomfortable.

"Ding! Emotional fluctuations detected in the host, the system has been activated!"

A cold mechanical voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"System? What system?" He Yudong was stunned for a moment, then he was ecstatic!

The golden finger, a must-have for time travelers, is finally here!

He Yudong's eyes were as sharp as a knife, piercing Yang Weimin's eyes, and the mocking smile on the corner of his mouth was as if he was looking at a clown. The air in the entire office seemed to freeze, and everyone held their breath, nervously watching this tense confrontation.