After finishing speaking, the canteen director turned around and returned to the office.

He Yuzhu put down the teapot, and Ma Hua was a little worried: "Master, this -"

He Yuzhu patted him on the shoulder: "Do you think he is a god? He knows when Xu Damao makes a fuss? It must be something else."

"Also, aren't you showing off your cowardice too much? What about those words you said before?"

"Aren't I worried..." Ma Hua scratched his head a little embarrassed.

He was indeed anxious and confused. He was afraid that the director of the cafeteria would see the truth, so he suddenly became worried.

As soon as He Yuzhu said this, he came back to his senses.

The director of the cafeteria is not clairvoyant or clairvoyant, so how could he possibly know these things?

Pushing the door open and entering the office, He Yuzhu greeted the canteen director: "Director, do you have anything to do with me?"

"Yes...I have something to do."

The canteen director sat on the chair and looked at He Yuzhu: "You left so early last night and didn't even take the leftovers?"

"Well, yes, I feel like this is not a good thing."

"Come on, I've taken care of you once before. You wanted to roll up your sleeves and fight with me just to bring leftovers to that little widow Qin Huairu. Have you forgotten?"

The director of the cafeteria held the water glass and looked at He Yuzhu with some mockery: "It's not good to know that this is not good now? How dare you to fight with me in the first place?"

He Yuzhu was speechless.

Damn it - "Silly Zhu" is really a fool who will do anything for the sake of the little widow.

In order to bring leftovers for Qin Huairu, he almost got into a fight with his boss?

How much of a mess will this leave for yourself?

"The director wants to talk to me, is this the only thing?" He Yuzhu said, "I promise not to bring leftovers home from now on, okay?"

Anyway, He Yuzhu will keep a portion for himself after cooking and put it in the nine storage compartments.

Of course it was not leftovers, it was fresher than what the leaders ate.

"Can!"

The director of the cafeteria stood up: "I won't hide the truth from you. Who doesn't crave meat and fish these days?"

"Even if I make six or seventy yuan a month, would I be willing to eat meat and white flour every day? There are old people at home, children at the bottom, and the children are married and have grandchildren... It's not easy."

"Take Liu Xiaobao from our cafeteria as an example. How long has it been since he has eaten meat?"

He Yuzhu was stunned. He didn't expect that the director of the cafeteria would actually say such heartfelt words to him.

What does it mean?

Then He Yuzhu realized what he was doing - it turned out that he had acted recklessly and robbed the canteen director of his little convenience.

The meals served by the leaders of the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill are absolutely delicious.

The director of the cafeteria said that giving these leftovers to anyone would be a favor, an absolute weapon to win people's hearts...

Needless to say, the Liu Xiaobao he was talking about was either related to him or a relative of the canteen director.

I guess I have long been covetous of the benefits of this idiot named "Silly Zhu".

It was the original Silly Zhu, a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water and good at cooking. No one could touch him, so there was nothing he could do.

Now that He Yuzhu didn't take the leftovers, the canteen director called him to ask what was going on.

Upon asking, it turned out that there was a big change - Shazhu was no longer a fool.

"Director, I won't take these leftovers anymore, you just have to make arrangements."

"After all, the cafeteria is your territory. Whether you give things to someone or not is up to you. I am just your soldier, right?" He Yuzhu said calmly.

Hearing what He Yuzhu said, the canteen director's face showed joy and he rubbed his palms: "Okay! Okay!"

"Comrade He Yuzhu, you are finally reasonable!"

"In the past, if you didn't give me face, I wouldn't give you face either... So for some things, I don't blame you, and you don't blame me."

"Let me tell you one thing. I hope you don't hold grudges."

"You used to be stupid and stupid, but now you are my popular leader, He Yuzhu. What grudge can I hold against you?" He Yuzhu said sincerely.

The director of the cafeteria felt that what he said was clear, and his energy was different from when he always pretended to be a big-tailed wolf and was stunned.

"Okay, let me tell you..."

The director of the cafeteria walked around the table and walked up to He Yuzhu: "He Yuzhu, you are now an eighth-level cook, and your monthly salary is thirty-seven yuan and fifty cents."

"But the entire steel rolling mill is well aware of your ability. Let alone an eighth-level cook, even a fifth-level cook may not be as capable as you."

"But why are you still an eighth-level cook?"

"First, there is the issue of age. You are indeed a bit young. Second, there have been two opportunities to upgrade your level as a cook in the past few years, but I didn't give it to you."

He Yuzhu was not in a hurry to get angry. He waited for the canteen director's next words.

The canteen director was really impressed by He Yuzhu now.

If this kind of thing were to be ignored, the stupid Zhu would have grinned and jumped up.

His expression is calm now, just waiting for the next message.

This kind of thinking and bearing, let alone the original fool, are much stronger than ordinary people.

"Now, this opportunity can be given to you."

The canteen director took out an application form for the position of cook and wrote his name on it.

Wang Baoshan.

"Submit this application and it will be completed before the Chinese New Year. Next month you will be a level seven cook."

"The salary is forty-three yuan and five cents."

"Level 6 cook, we'll talk about it next year."

The canteen director said with a smile.

He Yuzhu nodded: "Okay, thank you very much."

To improve the relationship with me, he did not forget to remind me that the sixth-level cook still has to rely on him.

This is called giving both grace and power.

He Yuzhu could tell that the canteen director wanted to make him a loyal dog. Unfortunately, He Yuzhu really had no intention of becoming a leader's dog licker.

After a few polite words, He Yuzhu left the office.

Wang Baoshan, the director of the canteen, first smiled, then frowned, and said to himself: "Why do I feel that it is harder to deal with than before?"

"I could understand the stupid fool Silly Zhu in the past. Now I can't understand him anymore."

As soon as He Yuzhu returned to the kitchen, Ma Hua came over: "Master, what's going on?"

"Oh, the director said, let me mention the level of the cook. From level eight to level seven, the salary will increase to forty-three yuan and five cents."

Ma Hua said happily: "What a good thing, Master, this is worth celebrating!"

"good."

He Yuzhu smiled. He actually didn't have much hope for the material conditions of this era.

A little more money or a little less money, isn't it just a matter of eating enough and drinking enough? He Yuzhu seems to have no shortage at all.

"I'll teach you another dish today."

Ma Hua was even more happy and hurriedly patted his chest to express that he would remember it well.

He Yuzhu nodded and glanced across the cafeteria: Liu Lan hadn't come back yet, and the fat man was looking here furtively.

Liu Xiaobao, the director's close friend, glanced at him and continued to cut his teeth with a smile on his face.

Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and the canteen is also a small river and lake.

The backyard of the courtyard, Xu Damao's house.

There was a clanking sound, and many people stood on tiptoe to watch.

After a while, six people who looked like refugees carried large and small bags and left the courtyard with smiles on their faces.

The second aunt came over curiously and took a look. Lou Xiao'e was sitting at the table and sulking.

Xu Damao's eyes were dull, as if he had just been dragged into the ground and raped several times.

"what happened?"

The second aunt asked in a low voice.

Lou Xiao'e took a sharp breath and slammed the table, which startled the second aunt: "Xu Damao! If you don't explain things clearly to me today, we two will never be finished!"

"Who is this sheep Dahong? Why did he come to our house?"

"Look at the pots, pans, kettles and bedding. As long as they like something, you let them take it away?"

"How do you recognize your sister so much? What kind of virtue does this family have?"

Xu Damao lay down on the bare bed and looked at the home that seemed to have been ransacked: "How the hell did I know?"
Chapter completed!