The opening of the courtyard is a proficiency panel

Chapter 8 He Daqing and the White Widow have signed a contract, seeking further study and investment
He was still looking forward to it very much. After Jia Dongxu was gone, the old man's pension plan fell through, and the life of Jia's family became even more difficult.

What should they do then?
Really, if he stared at himself like in his previous life, he would definitely give them a big surprise.

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Another busy day passed, and He Yuzhu's tired arms were trembling. He had to prepare side dishes for thousands of people every day, and there were only three or four people in the whole back kitchen.
a side dish.

It's no wonder I'm not tired after doing so much work!
Especially when He Yuzhu had to cut vegetables all the time, he felt that his arms could not be lifted up, and if he moved a little, he would feel sore and unable to use his strength.

However, the effect is also very significant. My knife proficiency has already reached a quarter of the progress bar. I believe that I will be able to upgrade in a short time, and I will be more handy in cutting vegetables.

When it was time to get off work, He Yuzhu and the others washed and cleaned the pots and pans.

You can leave now, He Daqing brought two lunch boxes as usual, but most of them are vegetarian, with very little meat, and the two lunch boxes contain the same dishes.

Homemade tofu, vinegared cabbage, shredded potatoes and a little eggplant with minced meat.

Although He Daqing is good at Tan's cuisine, it's not that he can't cook other cuisines, it's just that he is not as skilled in making Tan's cuisine and can control the taste so well.

Homemade tofu is a dish, vinegared cabbage is a Shandong dish, and hot and sour potato shreds are a Hunan dish.

After almost all the kitchen staff left, He Daqing packed two lunch boxes, but He Daqing just handed over one lunch box to Shazhu to take back.

As for where the other lunch box went, He Yuzhu didn't need to use his brain to figure it out. It definitely went into the White Widow's stomach.

Of course, there are not many people in the back kitchen who take care of He Daqing's lunch box.

Not to mention that what He Daqing brought was left over, so as not to waste it.

Since ancient times, there has been no cook who does not steal. He Daqing is the chef of No. [-] canteen, and there is also No. [-] canteen.

Do you think No. [-] canteen doesn't steal?
As long as it is not too much, the managers will turn a blind eye.

Besides, if those dishes are not brought back, wouldn't it be a waste to throw them away.

In this special age, waste is shameful.

Even if the rolling mill becomes state-owned, He Yuzhu, as the chef, can bring back some leftovers, let alone the public-private partnership has not yet started.

It was a trivial matter for the cook to bring the lunch box home, and no one cared about it at all.

"Father, you brought a lunch box to help the widow again?"

"Go away, my business is that you can... No, how do you know that I'm going to..."

He Daqing looked at his silly son in disbelief and suspicion. How did this boy know that his lunch box was for widows?
Is it possible...

He Daqing had a guess in his heart, He Yuzhu rolled his eyes, and said: "If you want people to know, I won't bother to care about your shit unless you do nothing about it yourself. You can handle it yourself!"

He Yuzhu took the lunch box and left. He didn't bother to care about these things. As a child, he certainly couldn't be his father's master, and he couldn't care about this matter.

He Daqing and the White Widow are typical bastards. They saw mung beans, and they saw each other right.

I don't need to think so much, if He Daqing wants to leave, let him go.

Although he is only a teenager now, he is confident to live his life well and take good care of his younger sister He Yushui.

Not to mention that he still has a golden finger, He Daqing wants to run with the White Widow, it is a certainty, and no one can change the general situation.

But in some details, He Yuzhu had to make some changes.

For example, all the money for his apprenticeship is in the hands of He Daqing, and he cannot be allowed to use his own money to support other women and her son.

Moreover, He Daqing should also leave enough maintenance money, and these houses in the courtyard must also be transferred to him.

Of course, he is not old enough at this stage, but he has to make an agreement with He Daqing in advance, and when he reaches the age, he has to come to the capital and transfer the house to him.

These are all the losses He Yuzhu suffered in his previous life and the accumulated experience.

As long as the house is in your hands, you don't panic at all.

After all, it comes from the traditional Chinese concept that a house is the foundation of a family.

Carrying the lunch box, he walked out of the rolling mill unsteadily.

After a tiring day, He Yuzhu quickened his pace and wanted to go back. He had to wash up and start cooking.

After all, there is another He Yushui who has returned and wants to eat.

As for He Daqing, just leave him alone, he should be with the White Widow, besides, even if he starves a meal, he won't die from starvation.

"Hey, silly Zhu came back so early today, is this the lunch box you brought back from the factory?"

As soon as he entered the front yard of the courtyard, Yan Bugui, a fine ghost with four eyes and glasses, approached him.

He Yuzhu glanced at him expressionlessly, no one knew better than him the third master Yan Pugui, the characteristics of the three masters in charge in the front, middle and back yards.

The third master, Yan Bugui, is known as the fine ghost.

Every penny has to be calculated clearly, and he often blocks the gate of the courtyard to blow the autumn wind during off-duty hours.

If you encounter a resident with a good thing, you will try your best to deduct a little.

The motto is, eat as much as you want, wear as much as you want, if you can't figure it out, you will be poor.

He Yuzhu was so careful and careful to the extreme that he even wondered if these three masters would have to take a spoonful of it to taste the salty taste when he came back with a dung truck one day.

Looking at the lunch box in He Yuzhu's hand, Yan Pugui's four eyes flashed shrewdness. He seemed to smell meat, and there must be meat and vegetables in it.

Of course, He Yuzhu would not be taken advantage of by this veteran gangster. Although Yan Pugui, the third master of the previous life, did not plot against him like Yi Zhonghai did, he did not help him either.

We are just ordinary neighbors. It is good to help each other, but it is the norm that the well water does not violate the river water.

If I don't ask you for help, don't even try to take advantage of me.

He said: "It's just an empty lunch box, there's nothing in it, let's not talk about it, the rain will come back soon, Third Master, I still have to cook, see you later."

He Yuzhu waved his hand, jumped over Yan Bugui and walked towards the courtyard.

Yan Bugui froze in place, Shazhu didn't give him a chance to say a second sentence!
Even though he already smelled the smell of meat, the silly Zhu actually said that the lunch box was empty. When did this silly Zhu learn to lie?

And he didn't even blush at all, Yan Bugui felt a little regretful that he couldn't taste it a little bit.

PS: I have already signed a contract, please ask for a reward and a monthly pass.

(End of this chapter)