Siheyuan: The road to counterattack for the little transparent

The fat guy thought he had a good relationship with Director Wang. After all, he had secretly reported Sha Zhu to him before, and Director Wang seemed very satisfied.

So he complained incessantly, telling all the bad things that Sha Zhu had done from beginning to end.

Then he looked at Lin Donglai who was standing next to Director Wang, his eyes full of contempt and provocation.

Such a look made Lin Donglai feel very disgusted, as if he saw another Xu Damao.

No, it should be said that this fat face, combined with the expression, looks even more hateful than Xu Damao.

In this case, he would of course stand on Ma Hua's side and said to Director Wang with a smile: "I think what Ma Hua said makes sense."

"Ma Hua and Fatty are both disciples brought up by Brother Zhuzi. He has a good idea of ​​who is suitable for what. There is a reason for this arrangement."

When the fat man heard what he said, he rolled his eyes and continued to repeat what he had said before, saying that Sha Zhu was being unfair to him.

In this situation, Director Wang was a little hesitant, because the fat guy could always report to him in time and let him know who were slacking off in the kitchen.

Because of this, he can show up in the kitchen in time, leaving those lazy people nowhere to hide, and eventually they have to work honestly.

On the other hand, he felt that what Lin Dong said made sense. No one knows a disciple better than his teacher. Ma Hua and Fatty were both disciples of Sha Zhu.

There is a reason why Sha Zhu values ​​Ma Hua. He has observed carefully and found that Ma Hua is indeed an honest man who works seriously.

Unlike this fat guy, whose pair of small eyes are always observing the surroundings, he is naturally not as serious as Ma Hua when doing things.

It is indeed reasonable for Sha Zhu to say that he should not be allowed to cook for someone who is not serious enough at work.

Just as he was struggling to think of something to say that would convince the fat man and make everyone feel that he was a fair leader.

Lin Donglai seemed to see Director Wang's dilemma and said to the fat man, "Fatty, it's easy for you to cook."

"Tell me, what's the simple way? Do you want to let Sha Zhu tell the director in person?"

"That's not necessary. Why don't you take advantage of the fact that your director is here and practice some basic skills with Ma Hua so that everyone can see who is more suitable."

As soon as he finished speaking, Director Wang looked at Lin Donglai with appreciation and said with a smile: "I agree with you. It's still early now, so we have time."

"You two make some preparations, and we'll start as soon as possible."

The fat man hesitated for only a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and said to Ma Hua: "I will listen to Director Wang. Ma Hua, tell me, what shall we compete in?"

Ma Hua was an honest child after all. Seeing everyone's eyes were looking at him, he immediately became a little nervous.

He was like this, he would stutter when he was nervous: "I, I, you say it, go ahead, I, I can do it."

"Our canteen is cooking radishes for lunch today, so we'll each have one and see who cuts the radishes best. Whoever cuts them better wins. What do you think, Director?"

After the fat man made all the arrangements with a stern face, he turned around and asked Director Wang for his opinion with a wry smile. Director Wang naturally had no objection.

Seeing the leader nod, the fat man immediately went ahead and picked out a straight and big radish from the basket, and then casually handed Ma Hua a crooked radish:

"Hey! Take it, let's start now!"

This unfair behavior immediately aroused Lin Donglai's dissatisfaction. He walked to the basket calmly and picked a big and straight radish.

He took the crooked carrot from Ma Hua's hand and said, "Okay, you two can start."

The fat man saw it and was angry. He rolled his eyes at Lin Donglai and then reluctantly started to fight.

He always thought that the shredded white radish he cut was better than the shredded potatoes. After all, this was the only thing his master Sha Zhu had ever praised him for. He thought that God was really helping him today.

Ma Hua didn't say much and quickly started to work. In a moment, everyone in the kitchen gathered around the two of them.

Apart from the sound of cutting radishes, no one was talking. Everyone was concentrating on watching the two people's various operations.

In less than ten minutes, the fat man finished slicing the radish first, raised his fat face and looked at Lin Donglai proudly.

There was a familiar provocation in his eyes. Lin Donglai looked at him and said with a smile, "Oh, Fatty, this thing is quite fast, but I don't know how it cuts."

"Of course, this is my best job and the easiest job, so of course I can cut it well."

As he spoke, Ma Hua also cut the radish into shreds and said slowly, "I've cut it too."

Upon seeing this, Director Wang couldn't wait to walk over to the chopping board to observe the results of their work. The first place he went to was naturally the fat man with a smile on his face.

The fat man cut the radish into uniform lengths and sizes. He nodded with a smile, "Well, not bad."

Then he walked to Ma Hua's seat, and Ma Hua immediately stood aside. When Director Wang saw the shredded radish that Ma Hua had cut, there was some surprise on his face.

The shredded radish he cut was not only even but also thinner than the fat man's. When spread out in the hand, it was as soft as pure white vermicelli.

Director Wang couldn't help but sigh: "This shredded radish is amazing, Ma Hua, you are really good at it, you are almost as good as your master He Yuzhu."

Hearing this, the people in the kitchen rushed over, first looking at what the fat man was cutting, then looking at what Ma Hua was cutting into shredded radish, and all of them were sighing.

As the saying goes, there is no harm without contrast.

When the fat man saw the shredded radish cut by Ma Hua, he was also shocked. He didn't know when Ma Hua had mastered this skill.

In comparison, what I cut myself can even be called radish strips rather than radish shreds.

For a moment, the fat man looked ashen. He didn't hear a word the people around him said, and he couldn't say a word at the same time.

Lin Donglai would not miss this good opportunity to insult others. He stepped forward and patted the fat man on the shoulder: "Fatty, how do you feel?"

"You always say that Brother Zhuzi is unfair and doesn't let you cook. Now you know why, right?"

"You are not even as good as others in basic skills, yet you still want others to let you cook. I think you are just daydreaming."

After saying that, he looked at the fat man with contempt and rolled his eyes at him.

The fat guy realized it belatedly and quickly ran to Director Wang and said with a flattering face: "Director Wang, I was not in good condition just now. Please give me another chance."

"Okay Fatty, stop embarrassing yourself. Just follow my instructions and wash the vegetables first. You can practice these basic skills more when you have time."

Director Wang did not agree to his request. The morning time is the most productive time for the kitchen staff. They have already been delayed for a while and certainly cannot continue.

He said to the group of people in the kitchen who were still talking, "Okay, everyone, when Master He is not here, Ma Hua will be in charge of cooking and arranging the work."

"If anyone is dissatisfied, just come and find me!"

After he finished speaking, he pulled Lin Donglai out of the kitchen together...