Siheyuan: Starting to work in the street office

At this moment, in front of the Yan family's house, there were earthquake shelters on both sides, making the middle dark. In the shadow in the middle, the outline of the window could be vaguely seen, and just behind the window, a pair of eyes reflecting bright light were staring outside.

That's the light reflected from the lenses of the glasses.

Fortunately, no one was looking here, otherwise they would have been scared to death after seeing this scene.

Finally, He Yuzhu and Zhong Shan entered the yard.

Although Qin Jingru would go to help at night, she had a child who had to go to school the next day, so she would come back early when it was almost dark. If it was early in the evening, Zhong Shan would come back with He Yuzhu. If the guests left late, the two of them would sleep in the backyard.

Today was fine, the last table of guests left early, so the two of them went home to sleep.

"Zhu Zi, I'll go into the house first. You should go back and go to bed early. We still need to go get vegetables tomorrow morning. I'll go with you."

"Okay, okay. The tricycle doesn't have enough air. I was so busy today that I forgot about it. Let's hold on a little longer tomorrow morning and then go to the bicycle shop to get some air when we get back."

After saying that, the two separated, He Yuzhu walked towards the middle courtyard, and Zhong Shan went home.

As soon as Zhongshan entered the house, a nimble figure rushed out from the opposite side of Zhongshan's house. After taking a look at Zhongshan's house, he also ran quickly towards the central courtyard.

As He Yuzhu walked to the door of his house, he heard a deliberately lowered voice behind him.

"The pillar is back."

He Yuzhu was so frightened that he almost screamed.

Looking back in the moonlight, he saw a figure that looked like a weasel transformed into a spirit or a mouse reincarnated, bending over and breathing heavily behind him.

After a closer look, this rat spirit, isn't this Yan Bugui? Why did he come to see him?

"Isn't this Uncle San? Why are you at my door so late at night? Are you sleepwalking?"

Although the two families have a bad relationship, the way they call each other has not changed after so many years.

It's not just him. Although the title of manager has been abolished, the titles of first uncle, second uncle and third uncle are still used. It's not out of respect or anything, but people are just used to it.

When Yan Bugui heard what He Yuzhu said, he looked around but didn't see anyone. Although it might not be appropriate to say it here, it was so late and everyone in the family was asleep. He couldn't just go into the house, so he just talked about it here. Business was more important.

"Well, Zhuzi, I won't beat around the bush, I'll just tell you directly."

When Yan Bugui said this, he looked up at He Yuzhu's expression and saw that he didn't say anything, but just looked at him.

Yan Bugui cleared his throat and looked around with a sly look, mainly looking between the middle courtyard and the front yard to see if there was anyone.

"Well, Zhuzi, Jiefang and I are planning to open a restaurant. Your cooking skills are pretty good, so the third uncle thought of you first. Zhuzi, what do you think? We're neighbors from the same courtyard, so I can't treat you badly, right?"

When He Yuzhu heard this, he was surprised to find out that this was the case. Yan Bugui was quite interesting.

"Uncle, I'm the chef at the restaurant in Zhongshan, don't you know? Well, that's all. I don't have time to entertain you now. You should find someone else."

Seeing that He Yuzhu refused so readily, Yan Bugui quickly took over the conversation.

"Zhu Zi, don't refuse yet. You left the steel mill and went to Zhongshan to make money. I will give you as much as he gives you."

He Yuzhu couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

You're giving me more. Not to mention more, even if I, He Yuzhu, earn a small portion of what I earn at Jufulou, I would still not be able to give you even if I emptied your family's savings.

Besides, although money was the reason why He Yuzhu went to Jufulou, there were other reasons as well, for example, the He family and the Zhong family were close, and more importantly, he was the head chef of a big hotel.

For a chef, this is an irresistible offer.

Of course, money is one aspect, but when he first went to Jufulou, he didn't expect to earn so much.

But no matter how you look at it, the Yan family can't give it to him.

After a busy day, He Yuzhu had no mood to joke with Yan Bugui. If it were daytime, he would tease him a few times.

"Uncle, please take a rest. Don't waste your energy here. I'm doing well here in Zhongshan. I'll leave it all behind and come to you when you come. You can do this, but I can't. I'm tired all day. See you later."

Seeing that He Yuzhu was not interested at all and was about to turn around and leave, Yan Bugui quickly grabbed He Yuzhu.

"Oh, no, Zhuzi, you should think about it carefully. It doesn't matter where you work. Who has a grudge against money, right?"

He Yuzhu was also getting a little impatient with Yan Bugui, but it was so late and his wife and children were asleep, so he didn't dare to speak loudly.

Well, since you insist on bothering me, I'll just tease you.

"Uncle, there are so many chefs in this city, why do you have to hang yourself on a tree here? Besides, what is the name of your restaurant, where is it, and when will it open? You didn't even tell me, how can I go there?"

When Yan Bugui heard these questions, he didn't know how to answer. The main reason was that he had nothing. It had only been a few hours since he thought of opening a restaurant and arrived to dig out He Yuzhu. His restaurant was still in his dream.

Seeing Yan Bugui hesitating and unable to speak, He Yuzhu knew that this matter was still uncertain. He thought Yan Bugui had prepared the restaurant, but it turned out to be nothing but empty talk like the Marshall Plan.

Well, I'm not looking for you to make fun of me, but you're looking for me to make fun of me.

"So, Uncle San, how much money are you going to give me per month?"

Yan Bugui thought about it and decided that he could say this, but he couldn’t just say it out loud. What if he said too high a price? Wouldn’t he be at a loss then?

"Um, this, Zhuzi, how much money did Zhongshan give you?"

When He Yuzhu heard this, I asked you in vain. With your current situation, who can you hire? Just let your aunt do it. It will save you money.

"Well, Third Uncle, I just need to ask you a question. I'm doing well in Zhongshan and I haven't thought about changing jobs. Just give up on this idea.

You see, it’s getting late, and I’m tired after a day. I’m going to go back to sleep. You should also rest early. When you go home, fall asleep immediately. Once you fall asleep, you will have all kinds of dreams. "

After saying this, he turned around and went into the house without paying any attention to Yan Bugui outside.

Yan Bugui stood at the door of He Yuzhu's house for a while, stared for a while, then shook his head and went back to the front yard.

As soon as he entered the room, Yan Jiefang, who was also awake, asked hurriedly.

"Dad, what's going on? Did He Yuzhu agree?"

Yan Bugui shook his head.

"What do you mean by agreeing? He is determined to work for Zhongshan. I don't think this will work. Besides, there are so many chefs in Sijiu City, and he is not the only one. If he doesn't do it, there are plenty of people who will."