Siheyuan: He Yuzhu is a man who dotes on his sister!

He Yuzhu joked with the system, got up, dressed, washed up, and washed the sheets at the same time. After two nights of fighting, the sheets were unusable.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

"Oh my, silly Zhu, silly Zhu, a grown man and the director of a steel mill canteen, actually washes the sheets by hand."

Just when He Yuzhu was washing the sheets in the yard, Xu Damao, who had gone out to buy breakfast, came back and saw this scene, and made some veiled remarks.

"Being single is good!"

"I can't understand the pain of married men like us. I was exhausted last night!"

When Xu Damao saw He Yuzhu paying attention to him, he suddenly got up his courage and put his arm on He Yuzhu's shoulder and said, "Silly Zhu, I remember you are one year older than me. I am 27 this year, and you should be 28."

"What do you want to say!" He Yuzhu's tone was calm, but with a hint of anger.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

"You can get married at the age of 18. It's been ten years. It's really amazing that you can endure ten years. I just want to ask, are you useless? Otherwise, why don't you find a partner?" Xu Damao laughed and fled the scene.

Facing Xu Damao's ridicule, He Yuzhu bent down and picked up a small stone at his feet. In a flash, He Yuzhu threw it out viciously, hitting Xu Damao's calf while he was running.

Whoops!

With a scream, Xu Damao only felt a blow to his calf, then his center of gravity was unstable and his head hit the wall.

"My head is bleeding!"

Xu Damao sat on the ground and screamed. He no longer cared about the stewed meat he bought for Lou Xiaoe. He covered his head with his hands and shouted, "Help! Help!"

Qin Huairu, Qin Jingru, and Yi Zhonghai were the first to come out from the middle courtyard. They saw Xu Damao covering his head and sitting in the corner of He Yuzhu's room.

Blood flowed out from between the fingers, and all three of them saw it.

None of the three people came forward to help, and no one even went to the backyard to inform Lou Xiao'e, just letting Xu Damao wailing and covering his wound.

At this time, Liu Haizhong, who heard the wailing, came out, saw Xu Damao's miserable appearance, and immediately ran to the front with his belly bulging.

"Da Mao, how are you injured? I'll go call your wife over later."

Liu Haizhong didn't want to be scammed, so he opened the door and saw Lou Xiao'e sitting on a chair. He said, "Lou Xiao'e, go out and take a look. Xu Damao has been stabbed in the head for some reason!"

Instead of waiting for the stewed pork, Lou Xiao'e waited for the injured Xu Damao.

She immediately followed Liu Haizhong out and saw Xu Damao covering his head with his hands covered in blood.

If it were someone else, they would probably panic, but who was Lou Xiao'e? She was the eldest daughter of the Lou family. She walked forward very calmly and checked the wound. It was nothing serious, just a small cut and some blood came out.

"Get up, I'll take you to the hospital for bandaging."

Xu Damao shook his head: "I can't stand up anymore. Ezi, please find someone to get a cart and take me to the hospital."

It took almost two seconds for the stone to hit his leg and for his head to hit the wall, so Xu Damao had no way of suspecting anyone else.

So Lou Xiao'e looked at Liu Haizhong and said, "Second uncle, please ask your second son to help, and Third uncle's Yan Jiecheng to help take Xu Damao to the hospital. Of course, I will pay you."

Yan Bugui would not miss the opportunity to be paid, so he stepped forward and said, "Let me do it. I have a bicycle at home, so I can take Xu Damao with me."

Liu Haizhong rolled his eyes.

Lou Xiao'e was very grateful and took out two dollars, which might not even cost two dollars for the bandage.

Xu Damao was helped up by Yan Bugui and put on the back seat of his bicycle. He left the courtyard with a happy face and headed for the hospital.

He Yuzhu, the person who did it, had already washed the sheets and hung them on a rope in the yard, then rode his bicycle to work.

Arriving at the second canteen, He Yuzhu first prepared the seasonings and condiments, and there was basically nothing else to do.

Just when He Yuzhu took out "A Shuai" to read, the director of the first workshop, Wang Dachui, knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

He Yuzhu put away the comic and asked.

"I'm the director of the first workshop, Wang Dachui."

He Yuzhu opened the door, let Wang Dachui in and sit on the sofa, and poured him a cup of hot water.

"Director Wang, what's the matter? Come to me."

Wang Dachui took a sip of hot water, took out two large front doors and ten yuan from his bag and put them on the table, smiling, "Director He, didn't I tell you a few days ago that my son is getting married today, and I've invited you to be the chef for the banquet. I've also prepared vegetables, pork, and everything else, so please come over and show off your skills."

He Yuzhu just remembered and quickly congratulated him, "Congratulations, let's go now."

Wang Dachui asked He Yuzhu to wait for a moment, quickly wrote down the address on a piece of paper, and handed it to He Yuzhu: "I'm sorry, Director He, we are all at the same level. I have to ask Director Yang, Director Li and others, sorry."

He Yuzhu expressed his understanding: "I know, a higher-ranking official can crush a person. If you don't invite them, you probably won't be able to do your job as a workshop director well."

"Okay, Director He, if you go over and see if there's anything missing, just tell my wife and she'll go buy it."

After Wang Dachui left, He Yuzhu rode his bicycle towards the address on the note.

He has been the workshop director for many years. In the era when the per capita income in the old city was more than ten yuan, he had a house with a private entrance and courtyard, three tiled houses, and it was close to the north gate. If it were in the 21st century, this would have cost tens of millions.

After parking the car, He Yuzhu walked into the yard, where he saw five women washing and cutting vegetables. There was also a woman who was about 38 or 39 years old, wearing a red coat, which was very festive.

"Hello, this is Wang Dachui, Director Wang's home." He Yuzhu walked forward and greeted him politely.

The young woman in red turned her head and looked over. Early in the morning, Wang Dachui had reminded his wife that a chef with a slightly darker skin would be coming over soon and she must not neglect him.

"You must be He Yuzhu, Director He."

He Yuzhu nodded slightly: "Yes, I am here to prepare the banquet."

The young woman was very enthusiastic. She did not let He Yuzhu go directly to the kitchen. Instead, she asked him to drink a cup of hot water first, and then told He Yuzhu what Wang Dachui had instructed his wife.

There are seven tables in total, and each table has nine dishes, which means longevity.

He Yuzhu had a rough understanding of the situation, so he drank a glass of water and went to the kitchen. Many vegetables, pork, chicken, duck and fish had already been prepared. He Yuzhu made a simple plan and immediately started preparing the banquet.

In an hour, He Yuzhu had prepared four small cold dishes. Next it was time to prepare the hot dishes. Two stoves were set up at the same time, one for heating oil and the other for preparing the stir-frying ingredients.

In the hot kitchen, He Yuzhu was already sweating profusely, but he did not stop, but continued to work hard.