Siheyuan: Starting with one acre and three fen of land

He Yuzhu came back to his senses and put the thought deep in his heart, not telling anyone.

"Sister Liang, it's okay. Just put away these newspapers as usual!"

Liang Yinghong was a little confused as to why He Yuzhu asked that question just now.

Seeing that he didn't want to continue talking about this, she nodded and reached out to take the newspaper.

"Okay, Director. Newspapers will be delivered to the office as usual. If you have any requests, just let me know."

She felt quite comfortable working in the cafeteria. Although she had to help He Yuzhu with affairs, she received a subsidy every month.

There are fewer people working in the cafeteria office, so there isn't much intrigue.

She was naturally very familiar with the situation in other departments, and her current working environment was very comfortable.

The cafeteria also has hidden benefits. It’s true that those who are close to the water get the moon first. At least it’s a lot more convenient when it comes to eating.

He Yuzhu stood up from his chair and prepared to return to his office.

After walking a few steps, he thought of something and turned around to ask.

"Sister Liang, are there any people being demoted from the unit?"

Just as she put the newspaper back to its place, Liang Yinghong heard the sound and immediately turned around.

"Ah? It seems that's the case. A few months ago, a notice was issued to reduce the number of staff, and some people were transferred away.

But this matter has little to do with our cafeteria, after all, there are only a few of us.

It’s just that we won’t be adding more staff in the future, there are only this many people.”

She quickly thought of what had happened before, and the importance of her job was self-evident.

Such personnel transfers and staff reductions must be remembered very clearly.

After hearing this, He Yuzhu seemed to be thinking about something, nodded lightly, and turned back to the office.

In addition to this incident, he also recalled that he seemed to be organizing to work.

It seems that as the canteen director he needs to go to the kitchen more often and cook more meals.

How can cooking not be considered labor? This can also be explained to those who don't know the inside story.

I sit in the office every day writing documents, but I can't tell anyone about it.

A familiar horn sounded into the office. He Yuzhu tidied up his desk and walked out the door carrying a thermos.

"It's time to get off work!"

Only Liang Yinghong was in the outer room; the other two would show up briefly every day and then go out to do purchasing.

She also put on her bag, put the chair back under the table, and packed up to go home from get off work.

"director!"

He Yuzhu walked to her seat, bent down and placed the thermos in his hand at the foot of the table.

As usual, Liang Yinghong would help him get water from the water room every morning and just take out the kettle before leaving work.

"Sister Liang, remember to bring an extra lunch box tomorrow, and don't forget your money!"

Liang Yinghong immediately realized that He Yuzhu was going to cook the food himself.

The canteen has a fixed amount of meals prepared every day, but there is also a floating range.

After all, cooking is a matter where you can't set too few rules; it all depends on the chef to find the right measure.

The invisible benefits of working in the cafeteria are revealed.

Now, with He Yuzhu's reminder, she can bring an extra delicious meal home tomorrow.

"You're going to cook for me tomorrow? That's great. Thank you, Director!"

Because of He Yuzhu, the unit’s kitchen brought in Liu Zixing, a real chef.

The food in the cafeteria is definitely delicious among similar units.

But compared with He Yuzhu, there is still a long way to go.

He Yuzhu smiled slightly, thinking that these were all things that benefited him without any cost, and waved his hand.

"Well, I sit in the office every day, so I'll just take it as exercise.

Don’t spread the word, because there will be too many people and it won’t be your turn. Haha~”

Whenever He Yuzhu personally prepared food, the cafeteria would be filled with the aroma of delicious food.

Word of mouth spreads from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred. Everyone who comes to work, whether they bring their own lunch or not, will eventually come to the cafeteria to get their meals.

We can only limit one copy to each person to take care of most of our colleagues.

The two of them walked out of the office chatting and laughing, walked into the crowd of people leaving get off work, and then walked towards the carport.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the street. He Yuzhu rode a bicycle, his eyes fixed on the walls on both sides of the road.

Various slogans came into his sight, making his eyes flicker, and he wondered what he was thinking.

"It's not worth it! I have to make some preparations early. No matter what, I have to be more careful in the future."

Today's discovery made him alert and he made a plan in mind.

The bicycle moved forward and soon turned into the alley where the He family lived.

The wheels rolled along the alley, the bells rang from time to time, avoiding the children running around.

With a "creak" sound, He Yuzhu stopped the bicycle steadily and got off in one step.

Looking at the half-open gate, he pushed his bicycle and walked inside.

As soon as I crossed the threshold, I looked up and saw a figure walking out of the screen door.

"Hey, Mr. Fang! You have really sharp ears!"

The person who appears here is the person mentioned by Mr. Wu, who lives in the front yard of the house where Cai Quanwu had lived before.

He was wearing neat and clean clothes, had short gray hair, and walked with a slight limp.

"Zhu Zi, the noise was so loud, and I'm not deaf, how could I not hear it?"

He Yuzhu smiled and did not refute, although he was not clear about the specific origins.

But anyone who survived hundreds of battles must have some extraordinary qualities, otherwise he would not come here to retire.

"Okay! You're still as good as ever. I'll go cook the food and we'll eat later."

He Yuzhu parked his bicycle aside, bowed and smiled at him.

"Okay, go in! Go check on the two kids first. They've been talking about you all day, so it won't be too late to eat later.

I have to say that you are a really good cook! I didn't expect that I would still have this tone at the end. I am so lucky to have you.

My old comrades still don't believe me. When you have time, help me slap them in the face!"

This is not about taking him to slap someone in the face. This is about thinking that He Yuzhu is okay and wanting to keep his connections.

He Yuzhu was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood the meaning of the words.

Even though he didn't really need these, he couldn't refuse this kindness.

"Don't worry, sir! You know my craftsmanship very well. I promise to make you proud!"

Uncle Fang laughed heartily when he saw that he was alert, and patted his arm with a smile in his eyes.

"Go! I'll let you know when the time comes."

Returning to the north room from the front yard, He Yuzhu was teasing his children.

"Xue Ru, take advantage of the good weather and clean up the cellar in our backyard!"

He stuffed a toy into Tongtong's hand, watched her run away laughing, then turned to look at Chen Xueru.

Chen Xueru retracted her gaze upon hearing this and asked in confusion, "Cell? What are you going to use it for?

Our house is empty. If you want to put something there, can't you just find an empty house?"

Now that nothing has happened, the worries in his heart are nonsense and cannot be told to anyone else.

He scratched his head and started to make the excuse he had prepared earlier.

"You should know the current market situation outside. Doesn't this mean that we have to save some food at home in the future?

We can’t just pile them all up in the kitchen, what would people think if they saw them?”