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

Yan Jiecheng was the first to go to the hospital on his bicycle with Yan Bugui.

Brothers Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu found a cart and finally put the unconscious Liu Haizhong on it. They were about to leave for the hospital when Liu Guangtian cried out in pain.

He Yuzhu kicked me and I fell to the ground. I got a stitch in the side from running too fast and now my ribs are aching.

Liu Guangfu was shocked and said, "No way, brother, you want me to pull it alone, pig, no, pull our dad!"

Liu Guangfu, with his thin arms and legs, couldn't pull it alone.

Seeing that Xu Damao had already rushed to the hospital alone on his bicycle, Second Aunt became anxious. The only labor force in the family was gone, and they didn't know how they would live in the future.

"Guangtian, what are you doing? Hurry up and take your dad to the hospital!"

It’s not that Liu Guangtian doesn’t want to, but he really can’t do it.

The first auntie reminded: "Second auntie, hurry up, if the wind blows in through the wound, it will not be a good thing."

The second aunt thought so too. It was still cold in February. If she didn't send the child to the hospital immediately, what if he bled to death?

No matter what, the best thing to do is to send him to the hospital as soon as possible.

The second aunt rolled up her sleeves, called Guangfu to join them, and they set off, each pulling one side of the cart. Poor Liu Guangtian could only follow along.

Yan Bugui was the first to arrive at the hospital. He was examined by the doctor, who also cut off the hair around the wound and then used iodine to bandage it.

When it came time to pay, Yan Jiecheng's pockets were cleaner than his face.

"Dad, I don't have any money."

Yan Jiecheng looked helpless, and Yan Bugui cursed inwardly: "My son took me to the hospital for treatment, but he didn't have any money, so he asked me to pay for it. How can this be justified?"

The doctor urged, "It's three dollars in total."

Yan Bugui complained: "Three yuan is enough for our family to buy pickles for a month."

"Yesterday I asked Xu Damao to help you find a job in the steel mill. When the time comes, you have to pay me back the three dollars you earned, understand?"

Yan Jiecheng's face was twisted into a bitter gourd, and he kicked the hospital tiles.

Xu Damao and Liu Haizhong arrived at the hospital one after another. After being bandaged by the doctor, the three of them sat on the steps of the hospital, feeling lonely and puzzled.

What kind of fate, what kind of coincidence, three people were hit by tiles at the same time.

Bleeding.

He Yuzhu, the mastermind behind the scenes, sat alone in the office reading comics, and hearty laughter could be heard from the office from time to time.

More than 3,000 workers come here to eat every day, and the work intensity is very high. However, there is one thing that is different from the other two canteens.

He Yuzhu called a meeting of the second canteen staff in the afternoon and asked many people who were still temporary workers.

Unexpectedly, except for He Yuzhu, Liu Lan, and three chefs who were regular employees in the Second Canteen, the rest were temporary workers.

He Yuzhu was shocked and said, "So many?"

There are more than 30 employees in the second canteen, including more than 30 temporary workers. He Yuzhu is a little overwhelmed. Although the canteen work only takes one day at noon, it provides lunch for more than 3,000 people every day, so the workload is not small.

He Yuzhu felt that as the director of the second canteen, if he did not seek benefits for the employees, wasn't this the same as the former canteen director Li Damao who just sat back and waited for death?

Although the monthly salary difference between temporary workers and regular workers is only a few dollars, this few dollars is also enough for one person's food for a month. If one of them gets sick or catches a cold, there will really be nothing left.

"Is there any way to make these people permanent? Wouldn't it be good to get a few more dollars a month?"

"What can we do?"

[Special mission coming! ]

[Host, please use whatever means to convert the 33 temporary workers in the Second Canteen into regular employees.]

[After completing the task, you will get two points of Master Cooking Skill and three Unlucky Cards (Using Unlucky Cards will not endanger your life, but you will choke when drinking water, making life worse than death.)]

Master cooking skills are the mission reward that He Yuzhu wants most, but when he hears about the bad luck card, he feels that life is even better.

When thinking about who to use the bad luck card on, He Yuzhu first thought of Xu Damao and Bang Geng. As for who the last card would be used on, he would have to wait and see.

He Yuzhu readily accepted the task and then asked everyone to go home, leaving only one chef to prepare dinner.

After everyone left, a man with a crew cut, who was Master Yang's apprentice and also a temporary worker, stepped forward and asked, "Master, why did Director He ask how many temporary workers we have?"

Master Yang expressed his incomprehension and said, "We just need to keep quiet about the leaders' affairs. We are just workers who earn money to support our families. We can't care about so many things."

"Oh!"

He Yuzhu returned to the courtyard, and thought of his previous promise to Yushui to make delicious food with durian. He Yuzhu sat on a stool. There were still more than three hours before evening. He Yuzhu looked at the empty utensils in the house, vividly illustrating the saying that a good cook cannot cook without rice.

He Yuzhu, who is a slave to his sister, saw the iron plate in the room, which Shazhu used to use for some purpose. He Yuzhu's eyes lit up, and he entered the space to take out some eggs, potatoes, and two durians.

He Yuzhu got up and took the iron plate outside to wash and dry it. He put the iron plate on the back of his bicycle and rode to the steel mill.

Come to the seventh workshop.

"Brother Zhuzi, why are you here?"

Qin Jingru's face was covered in dust and sweat, and it seemed as if it was almost turned into mud.

He Yuzhu saw Qin Jingru's appearance, took out the wet tissue for daily check-in from his pocket, gave her one, and said, "I'll use the welding machine to make something."

Qin Jingru patted her chest and said, "Leave it to me. My skills are still good enough."

He Yuzhu smiled and said, "It's only been a few days, and you've already mastered it!"

Qin Jingru nodded and said, "It's mainly because Master Chen taught me well."

After adjusting the temperature and using electric welding, Qin Jingru held the iron plate in one hand and welded it together.

In the 21st century, He Yuzhu watched some welding videos and estimated that Qin Jingru's welding level was that of a novice, but daring to try was an improvement.

Despite being a bit rough, He Yuzhu still praised Qin Jingru a few words and suggested going to his house for dinner in the evening.

Qin Jingru said it was no problem and watched He Yuzhu leave the seventh workshop with a happy look on her face.

At this time, Chen Lihua walked up to Qin Jingru and said with a smile: "Jingru, you must hold on to this good man, otherwise many women will come to fight for him."

Qin Jingru felt a little dangerous when she heard this and said, "No way, are there still people like this?"

Chen Lihua smiled and said, "There are many more."

He Yuzhu returned to the courtyard and used tools and sandpaper to simply process the iron plate, so that it at least looked acceptable.

He Yuzhu put the iron plate on the fire to let the temperature rise first, then steamed the potatoes and mashed them into a paste. Unfortunately, there was no tin foil. He Yuzhu was confused. It was a time of material scarcity and people were not well fed, so he had to use tin foil.

If you have tools, you can use them; if you don’t have tools, you can’t use them.

He Yuzhu uses the method of red bean paste buns. He mashes the durian meat into a paste and puts it aside. The taste is no different from cooking in the toilet. He Yuzhu pours a small amount of flour into the mashed potatoes to increase the stickiness, then kneads it into dough, pinches it into small dough, presses a hole with his thumb, puts the durian meat in and then wraps it.

A total of twenty-five cakes were made, which He Yuzhu put into a simple oven and baked for about ten minutes. Then they were brushed with egg liquid and continued to bake for five minutes.

The potatoes are fragrant and the durian has a fruity aroma. Although it doesn’t look very good, the taste is okay.

He Yuzhu couldn't wait to taste one. It tasted pretty good, with a flavor of durian crisp.

Take out all the rest, put them on a plate, and wait for the rain to stop.