Hello, I'm He Yuzhu

Chapter 510
During the lunch break, all the workers who ate in the cafeteria were gone.

Li Haijun called the people in the back kitchen to have a brief meeting and say a few words.

"What you were like before, what you will be like in the future."

Li Haijun looked at everyone in the back kitchen: "Master Zhao, Master Qian, Master Sun, and Master Li, the four of you are still in charge of the cauldron, and the jobs of the others will remain the same!"

"As for me, maybe everyone knows about it and has heard of it. I am lazy. From now on, I will only be responsible for the reception in the factory, and I will not compete with you for jobs. I will cut off your promotion path."

With these words, the tense faces of the four cooks relaxed.

They are afraid that Li Haijun's newcomers will take office, and they will be out of comparison at that time.

"But if anyone makes a mistake at work and is caught by the leader, don't blame me for being cruel, and I will drive you out of the back kitchen at that time."

Give a sweet date and give him another slap.

At least let these people not give themselves eye drops.

When the kitchen was full, Li Haijun was deeply impressed by Liu Minggan, who was honest and loyal.

"Liu Minggan, in the future you will cut the hole!"

Liu Ming dared to be fooled, but he didn't expect to be hit by a pie.

Song Gongpeng was anxious: "Master Li, if Liu Ming dares to cut the pier, what about me?"

"You cut the pie too. You two will compete, and the loser will peel the potatoes."

Li Haijun had achieved his goal, so he asked everyone to disperse, and he couldn't delay people's lunch break at noon.

After a long time, there is nothing on the surface, but there must be complaints in my heart.

You are not happy when you are called to a meeting by the leader while you are resting.

Li Haijun staggered home with his hands behind his back.

As soon as he entered the room: "Huo, good guy, are you guys in a meeting?"

Father Li, Li Jinxin, Liang Ladi, and Seventh Boy are all in the house.

"Navy, tell me quickly, how did you become the canteen master?"

Li Haijun: "That's how I got it!"

He went to the toilet and told about Liu Feng and Nanyi, and his own self-recommendation.

After finishing speaking, these people were not given a chance to gossip.

"Let's all go back to take a lunch break, we still have to go to work in the afternoon!"

Seeing a few people still wanting to gossip, he said: "You don't rest, I still rest."

On Li Haijun's side, he took a nap contentedly, while on Nanyi's side, his whole face was distorted with anger.

He knew that his position as the chef had been taken, and he knew that his hope of returning to the kitchen was even slimmer.

In the past, he was confident that Liu Feng would definitely ask him for it, and then he would ask Liu Feng to transfer him back, but now Liu Feng has found someone to replace him.

Can I go back to the back kitchen?Do I have to clean toilets for the rest of my life?

I am a cook, not a dung collector.

Invisibly, Nanyi hated Li Haijun.

Thinking of Ding Qiunan Nanyi made his heart ache even more. Ever since he was kicked out of the cafeteria to clean the toilet, every time he went to the infirmary, Ding Qiunan would wrinkle his nose. It's disgusting.

If you can't go back to the cafeteria, it's like going to Ding Qiunan.

The more Nan Yi thought about it, the more angry he decided to compete with Li Haijun to see who was the best cook.

With Nan Yi full of anger, he came to Li Haijun's dormitory.

When he saw Li Haijun who was already snoring, he retreated a bit.

Nanyi was just dazzled by disappointment. He was still good. He took a lunch break, and he was just like this. What is this?
Find fault?

Just when Nanyi hesitated to lift his right foot, wondering whether he should cross the threshold, Li Haijun woke up.

Li Haijun was a light sleeper, and woke up when Nanyi appeared.

"Nan Yi?"

"You have something to do with me?"

At this time, Nanyi was already in trouble.

"I came to you to compete in your cooking skills. I heard that you have become the leader of the cafeteria team and the master chef of the back kitchen."

"Well, there is such a thing."

Li Haijun secretly said: This is to find fault.

"What kind of comparison?"

Nanyi: "Use the same ingredients to make the same dish together, and then the taste will be comparable."

Li Haijun: "Then get off work at night."

"It's a word."

Nan Yi turned his head and left.

Li Haijun's nap this afternoon is fragmented.

In the afternoon, as soon as he went to work, he went to the workshop.

Regarding the transfer of work by myself, although the logistics director greeted the workshop director.

But he had to say it in person anyway, the workshop director treated him fairly well, after all he could tolerate him for so long, he had to respect him.

When he arrived at the back kitchen, Li Haijun was late on purpose. What he had to do was to let everyone get used to it slowly. The next breakthrough he wanted to make was to arrive late and leave early.

Sitting suddenly on a wooden chair, smoking a small cigarette and drinking tea.

He told everyone with his attitude and practical actions that he was here to dawdle.

After staying up late to get off work, Li Haijun left a little earlier.

Back home, he waited for Nanyi to come to provoke him.

Sure enough, Nanyi was very punctual, and it was exactly five o'clock.

"Li Haijun, let's use the most common ingredients today. Can each person fry a plate of shredded potatoes?"

"I don't care, it's fine."

Nan Yi: "Okay, I'll go back now, let's criticize each other later."

After Nanyi left, Li Haijun began to peel potatoes. His knife skills have gone through several generations. It is a bit exaggerated to say that he is superb, but his potato shreds can be appreciated as handicrafts.

The length and thickness of each potato shred are exactly the same.

Heat the water on the electric stove and blanch the shredded potatoes.

Prepare the seasoning and squeeze the seasoning oil. This step is very important. With the seasoning oil, the taste will be improved to a higher level.

The shredded potatoes that have been blanched are almost fully cooked.

The hot pan starts to stir-fry with cold oil, and a little red pepper is added for flavor.

Finally, minced garlic and chopped green onion.

After being out of the pan, the steaming hot and sour potato shreds are already on the table.

Nanyi came, and so did Father Li and Li Jinxin.

The Li family's father and daughter came to finish the meal, because Li Haijun hadn't worked hard enough to get the dinner table out yet.

Nanyi knew that he had lost when he smelled the aroma of Li Haijun's shredded potatoes, but he still took a bite unwillingly.

"I'm convinced, my craftsmanship is not as good as yours."

"You are the master chef, I am convinced."

Nanyi left in a hurry, and before he left, he didn't forget to take away his potato shreds, and he didn't have the face to let Li Haijun taste his.

The shredded potatoes are ready-made, and Li Haijun is going to fry a scallion egg to finish the meal.

At this time, Liu Yatou also came to his place to check in and report.

When she came, she brought the desk lamp she promised, and a bundle of white cloth.

"Sister, I'll give you the desk lamp."

"Uncle, this fabric is produced in our factory. It has not been printed and dyed. It can be used as curtains or sewing quilt covers."

Father Li: "Good boy, thank you for still thinking about Uncle, you can take such a good fabric home."

Liu Yatou: "Uncle, my family all work in the textile factory, and there is no shortage in the family."

Li Jinxin: "Thank you sister Xue, I finally have my own lamp."

Li Haijun felt that the three of them seemed to be a family, and he was like an outsider.

During the meal, everyone was full of praise for Li Haijun's potato shreds and scrambled eggs.

Li Haijun had enough pasta, he wanted to eat rice.

He is a northerner who doesn't like pasta and prefers rice.

But it is only 62 years now, and there is no rice cooker yet. The rice cooker was only launched on the market in 63. Although a counterfeit rice cooker was developed in 61, it has not yet reached the point of perfection.

"Dad, tomorrow is Sunday off. Let's set up a stove at the door. I feel sick from eating pasta every day. I want to eat some rice."

Father Li: "I'm crazy about you. You can eat enough high-gluten flour for two cents a catty. How can you bear to eat corn bread every day in the countryside?"

Liu Yatou: "Tomorrow I will rest too, and I will help you build a stove."

Li Haijun didn't refuse, anyway, it was useless for him to refuse.

After dinner, Li Haijun sent Liu Yatou home as usual.

Before leaving, he secretly took out two cans of milk powder from his portable space, tore off the wrapping paper on the tin cans, and put them in his satchel.

The two walked hand in hand on the windy road.

Liu Yatou not only held his hand today, but also took the initiative to put her head on his shoulder.

"Navy, I really want to go on like this for the rest of my life."

"Hey, wake up, little girl who loves fantasy."

The two said this far-fetched words, but no matter how far the road is, there will be a moment when it ends.

"Liu girl, these two cans of milk powder are for you."

"I don't want it. You can save it for your uncle and sister. One of them is old and the other is still growing. They need it more than me."

Li Haijun: "Just take it if you tell me, how can I still lose them?"

"I still have a way to get it."

Liu Yatou still didn't want to accept it, which made her feel that Li Haijun was deliberately alienating herself.

He sent milk powder as soon as I gave him the table lamp and coarse cloth. Didn't he want to owe me?
The two entangled for a long time, and Li Haijun finally said: "Take it, it's just two cans of milk powder, and it's not something expensive."

"Besides, how can you recycle the things you give away? You don't drink for uncles and aunts."

Only then did Liu Yatou agree to accept it.

A sudden voice came from inside Song's house.

"Old girl, are you back?"

Li Haijun: "I'm going first."

When the door creaked open, Li Haijun chose to flee.

After Father Song opened the door, he saw his back.

"Why don't you go home when you're back?"

"The one who ran away was Li Haijun?"

Liu Yatou nodded shyly: "Yeah!"

Father Song touched his old face and muttered: Am I so scary?

"Girl, next time he wants to take you home, tell him not to run away, you can come and drink some water."

The father and daughter entered the house.

Liu Yatou heard Seventh Boy and her mother chattering about the fact that Li Haijun became the team leader of the cafeteria and the chef of the kitchen today.

Song's mother: "He is a welder and can cook, does he know how to cook?"

Seventh Boy: "Yeah, I'm wondering too. I've known him since I entered the factory, and I didn't find out that he has this ability before."

Song's mother: "Then he is the team leader of the cafeteria, is he considered a cadre?"

Song's father walked in: "It doesn't count, it should be a clerk, right?"

Song's mother: "It's okay, he still has a chance to be promoted in the future when he is young."

"This kid is good in everything. He's tall and handsome. It's just his lazy nature that makes people helpless. Even the seventh child of our family has become a second-level fitter. He's still walking on his feet."

Liu Yatou defended her sweetheart: "The navy said that he doesn't want to be too public, and he wants to keep a low profile."

Song's mother: "How can you raise your salary if you don't work hard? How will you live in the future?"

Liu Yatou: "He has the ability, the family is full of fish and meat, and he doesn't care about such a small salary!"

"Here, this is the milk powder he gave you."

Song's mother took two cans of milk powder: "So there is no trademark."

Father Song: "I'm not familiar with it. This milk powder must have been made directly from the factory. Of course, there is no trademark."

Song's mother: "Based on how you treat him, he is quite capable. Now that his father has also become a worker, and his younger sister has also gone to study in the city, his family can barely be worthy of our girl."

"Girl, bring him home that day, and I'll talk to your father and him."

The sixth girl could only humbly agree, but she was helpless in her heart. Li Haijun didn't want to get married so early, and his request of two maids and one husband was unacceptable.

Seventh boy: "Mom, please open the milk powder quickly, let's each make a cup and taste it."

Mother Song: "Okay, Mom will open it for you now."

The Song family has only one son, Seventh Boy, who is extremely precious, or else they couldn't have given birth to six girls in one go, just to have him as an only seedling.

After Li Haijun returned home, Li's father was waiting for him.

"Jun'er, Dad is not urging you, people and children who are the same age as you are running all over the ground to make soy sauce."

"I think Xiao Song is not bad, and he is willing to be with you. You should get married early. I don't have a grandson, your father and I are not tough."

Li Haijun was helpless: "Dad, she looks good on the surface, but she has a bad temper. If you ask around, you will know that she is famous for her fiery temper."

Father Li: "I don't care who you marry, but next year I'm going to have a grandson. You can figure out how to do it yourself."

Father Li issued an ultimatum.

Li Haijun is too lazy to think about it, let's take a step and watch one.

On the second day, Li Haijun got up at dawn.

If you want to work in the morning, the weather is cool, and you will suffer when the sun is exposed to the sun at noon.

Yellow mud, bricks, Li Haijun used shovels and mud, and then built a stove, and there was still a big iron pot.

When Father Li and Li Jinxin woke up, he was done.

After breakfast, Li Haijun set off.

He borrowed a tricycle from the factory and was going to buy an iron pot. He also went to the waste collection station to buy some old furniture for his father and sister.

When he arrived at the supply and marketing cooperative, he realized that his industrial rolls were not enough, and finally remembered that there was an old iron pot that he had used before in his portable space.

When they arrived at the waste collection station, Li Haijun cleared the way with cigarettes.

Old things at the waste collection station are sold by the piece.

Four yuan for the wardrobe, two yuan for the table, one yuan for the chair, and fifty cents for the bench.

Now is not the time to pick up fixed furniture everywhere in the future, but they are all valuable for collection. If you can keep them for decades, they should be worth some money.

Li Haijun jumped back and forth to choose two wardrobes, a cupboard, a round table, a square table, four chairs, and four stools.

His tricycle was not big enough, and there was a tricycle driver outside the waste collection station, so he hired a tricycle to transport the things back.

After saying hello to the security department at the gate of the factory, two tricycles entered the factory area.

When unloading things, Liu Yato complained to him: "Didn't you agree that I will come to help today?"

"This is the work of old men. You are a girl who listens to music, reads books, and dances, isn't it good?"

I gave fifty cents to the rickshaw and began to move things into the house.

After finishing everything, Li Haijun couldn't help sighing: This is like a home.

Although it is a temporary residence.

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