In the era of rebirth, the beautiful wife is sassy and sweet

Chapter 85 Gu Yan is said to be a little white-faced eater
Deputy Factory Manager Han was about to say, clinker, when Han Xiajun's extremely surprised voice came from the door: "Is our family eating dumplings at noon today?! Then I can eat more!"

"Second brother is back?!"

Han Yu raised his eyes and greeted Han Xiajun.

Han Xiaozhao blinked, and said in a childish voice, "The second uncle came back in time!"

"Second uncle."

Han Zhen called Han Xiajun softly, and his gaze fell back to the chessboard.

"There are too many dumplings, so the second brother just eats with an open stomach."

As Shu Ying said, she called Gu Yan to bring the wrapped dumplings to the kitchen.

"It's not that you want to apply for the typist exam run by the soda factory, why are you running around and not preparing well at home?"

Deputy Factory Manager Han washed his hands, returned to the living room and frowned at Han Xiajun.

"I didn't go out to wander around. I went to find a classmate of mine to get the dial table that was stretched. I asked someone to help me to get it today."

Han Xiajun grinned and said, shaking the paper tube in his hand.

"Dad, sit down, and help me see how to memorize this dial table faster."

Holding Deputy Factory Manager Han's arm, the two sat on the sofa, and Han Xiajun unfolded the paper tube in his hand and placed it on the coffee table:

"There are more than 2000 printed characters, exactly the same as what Xiaoying said, with rare characters on both sides and commonly used characters in the middle. Looking at the densely packed characters, Dad, I have a big head."

Han Xiajun put on a bitter face, scratched his head again, his brows and eyes were full of sadness.

"Since you know it's difficult, why don't you choose another job to apply for the exam? I think the delivery staff is very good."

It's not that Deputy Factory Manager Han doesn't believe in his stepson's ability, but because of Han Xiajun's own level, Deputy Factory Director Han is more or less at the bottom here.

Careless, can't bear hardships, let alone one who can sit still, applying for the typist exam, in his opinion, is basically useless.

Han Xiajun: "Delivery staff? But I can't drive!"

Deputy Factory Director Han: "Just started, the factory will only let you deliver by car. For the sales points that are close to each other and the supply volume is not large, you may be able to ride a bicycle."

Han Xiajun's eyes were filled with hesitation: "There are eight recruitment quotas for delivery staff..."

"The soda factory has submitted a business development report to the main factory, intending to increase the beer production line. The main factory is doing research, and there is at least [-]% certainty of approval."

Hearing what Deputy Factory Manager Han said, Han Xiajun slapped his thigh suddenly: "No wonder we are recruiting workers now, and we need eight delivery workers for one move. It turns out that we want to increase the beer production line!

Dad, then you said that when the beer is produced, will it be like soda, and can be given to the family members of our factory workers to drink for free? "

Rolling eyes at Han Xiajun, deputy factory director Han: "What good things do you want? The soda that workers and their families drink for free in the factory is only a popular orange flavor.
Like other flavors, don't you have to pay for it?If the beer is actually produced and supplied to the factory workers and their families, it will be charged by the jug at most like drinking soda in a soda room. "

"Stingy."

Han Xiajun muttered.

Deputy Factory Director Han glanced at Han Xiajun: "Don't always think about taking advantage of the public."

Trembling all over, Han Xiajun shrank his neck and said with a smile on his face, "I never thought about it, I never thought about it."

Seeing Deputy Factory Manager Han continue to release air-conditioning, Han Xiajun pointed to the dial table on the coffee table, and asked cautiously: "Then should I recite this dial table?"

Deputy Factory Manager Han was expressionless: "Have you decided to apply for the exam as a delivery worker?"

"I do not know."

Han Xiajun shook his head honestly.

"You are not young, you have to have your own ideas in doing things, think about what you can do, and then think about which type of job you can apply for."

"Naturally, the courier is more confident. I'm a high school graduate, so it's no problem to pass the written test."

"Don't you hate low wages?"

"It's not much lower than a typist, and there is also a subsidy. It's just...it's probably a little tiring, unlike a typist who sits in an office. In the future...you can become a cadre in the future."

"Everything in the world has its own rules and regulations. It is true that there is a cadre establishment for typists who apply for the exam, but the premise is that they can pass the exam and be officially hired by the factory.

Compared with typists, the job of delivery staff only needs to be diligent with hands and feet, flexible in mind, and light in doing things. Anyone who can apply for the exam will not take much effort to work normally. "

Han Xiajun asked Deputy Factory Director Han for his opinion: "How about I draw lots?"

“Dumplings are cooked!”

Shu Ying yelled in the kitchen.

Han Xiaozhao immediately ran to wash his little hands, and then went to the dining room to eat white fat dumplings.

After tidying up the black and white pieces on the chessboard, Han Zhen and Han Yu carried the small table to the shelter, and then the uncle and nephew left the living room one after the other.

Shu Ying was in charge of cooking and serving the dumplings, and Gu Yan was in charge of bringing the dumplings into the dining room and putting them on the table.

When the two of them finished their work, everyone sat around the dining table.

The dipping sauce was made by Shu Ying. Deputy Factory Director Han, Han Xiajun, Gu Yan, and Shu Ying placed a small dish containing the dipping sauce in front of each other.

The three little ones dripped some dipping juice in the bowl and ate it with the dumplings, so as not to pick up the dumplings and drop them on the table.

"It smells so good! Xiaoying's craftsmanship is undeniable!"

Han Xiajun stuffed a dumpling into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it, and then directly extended his thumb to give Shu Ying a thumbs up.

At this moment, he discovered that there were two people missing in the family but one more.

"Who are you?"

Tilting his head to look at Gu Yan, Han Xiajun half-closed his eyes.

Gu Yan introduced himself: "Gu Yan."

"So you are the man who was rescued from the lake by our family Xiaoying! I heard that you want to marry our family Xiaoying, has my father agreed to this? You actually went straight to the house today, boy, you... "

Putting down the chopsticks, Han Xiajun said as he rolled up his sleeves, looking as if he was going to fight Gu Yan.

"sit down."

Deputy Factory Manager Han squinted at Han Xiajun: "Eat your dumplings."

"Second brother, what were you going to do just now?"

Shu Ying looked at Han Xiajun with a smile: "Didn't I tell my family members before that Comrade Gu Yan wanted to date me, and I agreed! Come to our house today, Comrade Gu Yan is looking for me for something, you want me?" Be polite to him~"

"What's so good about this surname Gu?"

Han Xiajun glared at Gu Yan: "It looks like a boy with a soft face."

With a smile in Shu Ying's almond eyes, she said to Gu Yan: "Captain Gu, did you hear that, my second brother said that you are a boy with a soft face, I don't know how you feel?"

"If you have time, I don't mind inviting Comrade Han Xiajun to the criminal investigation brigade."

After Gu Yan said lightly, Han Xiajun was so frightened that he sat upright like a primary school chicken, his eyes straightened, he swallowed, and stammered to confirm:
"The surname... surname is Gu, you...you are the legendary Captain Gu who cracked... the case very well?"

Gu Yan: "It's not a legend, but my surname is Gu, and my name is Gu Yan."

Han Xiajun staggered the eye contact between the two, wondering if he should pick up the dumpling bowl and flash to the living room, no, flash to his own room on the second floor to eat.

After Han Xiaozhao finished eating a white and fat dumpling, his big round eyes were shining like stars, and he asked in a milky voice, "Uncle Gu, Uncle Gu, do you specialize in catching bad guys?"

(End of this chapter)