Siheyuan: violent engineer, dictatorial disobedience

"Aunt Yushui. My little brother peed again. Do you have a diaper?"

Just when He Yushui was complaining about Sha Zhu, Yi Xiaofei walked over with the child in his arms.

He Yushui quickly found the diaper and skillfully changed the child's diaper.

"Auntie, teach me how to change my brother's diaper! Then I can change it myself, without delaying your work." Yi Xiaofei blinked and said.

As soon as He Yushui's movements stopped, he smiled and said, "It's okay, Auntie can change it by herself, it won't waste much time."

"Is Xiaofei hungry? It's almost time for dinner, and your uncle Jianjun will bring food over in a while."

"I have chicken legs for lunch today!"

Upon hearing that there were chicken legs to eat, Yi Xiaofei subconsciously swallowed his saliva twice.

"My aunt has to take care of my little brother and needs nutrition, so I'd rather eat it with my aunt, and Xiao Fei can just drink some chicken soup."

This child is so sensible that people feel distressed, and He Yushui was so moved by his warm words that he quietly wiped away his tears.

"It's okay, I have two chicken legs, one for my aunt and one for Xiao Fei." He Yushui smiled.

"Then let my uncle eat. Uncle is also very tired from working every day."

The sensible Yi Xiaofei wanted to continue to evade, but He Yushui ruthlessly rejected it.

"Your uncle Jianjun doesn't like to eat chicken legs. He likes to eat chicken butts the most. I'll give you the chicken legs. If you push back, aunt will be angry." He Yushui feigned anger.

"Auntie, don't be angry, Xiao Fei just eats."

Seeing that He Yushui was about to get angry, Yi Xiaofei quickly apologized.

"Let's go, go to the cafeteria, and wait for your uncle to come to deliver food later."

He Yushui hugged the child, took Yi Xiaofei's hand, and walked to the cafeteria.

Walking on the road in the cafeteria, people kept saying hello to He Yushui.

"Good morning, Director!"

"Is the director ready to eat?"

For everyone's greeting, He Yushui just nodded slightly.

After coming to the cafeteria, He Yushui sniffed gently.

"Huh? What day is it today? How do you cook meat dishes in the cafeteria? How rare?"

He Yushui immediately became interested. Textile factories are light manual labor, so the appropriation from the superiors is not too much, and most of the meals are light.

Except for some major festivals, the factory seldom improves food.

"Xiao He! Here!"

The director of the textile factory Rong greeted with a smile.

Seeing this, He Yushui quickly led the child over.

"Factory Manager, what day is it today? Why is the food in the factory still improving?" He Yushui asked curiously.

Director Rong smiled: "Isn't it due to Liu Jianshe's blessing? Since he became the director of the rolling mill, the superiors have been supporting him intentionally or unintentionally."

"Even downstream companies like us, headed by the rolling mill, treat them equally. All kinds of vegetables and meat are the same as the rolling mill."

"Starting from this week, our textile factory will have a meat dish every day, but I asked the cafeteria to turn one meat and one vegetarian dish into one dish to avoid waste."

"He Liu Jianshe treats us equally, and we can't let them down. The orders in Hong Kong City are getting more and more, and the quantity is getting bigger and bigger. It's time to recruit people."

"I also know that you just gave birth not long ago, but this key point is really inseparable from you..."

Factory Manager Rong didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was obvious, and he would be very busy in a while.

It will take up a lot of He Yushui's time, I hope He Yushui can understand.

He Yushui nodded, and began to think about how to tell Zhang Jianjun about this at night.

When she got busy, Zhang Jianjun had to take care of more children.

"You eat first. I'll be busy when I go back. After Jianjun comes over, I won't disturb your family's family happiness."

Director Rong stood up as he spoke, bent over with his hands behind his back, and walked away with small steps.

Others are busy, and she is even busier. The old lady in her 70s and [-]s stays in the office every day to deal with official business, and her waist is bent a little.

After Factory Manager Rong left, He Yushui came back from cooking and said to Yi Xiaofei with a smile: "Pork stewed vermicelli is still a tough dish!"

As he spoke, he handed Yi Xiaofei a small bowl and a white flour steamed bun.

"Eat when you're hungry, don't wait for your uncle."

Although Yi Xiaofei was very hungry, he still shook his head and prepared to wait for Zhang Jianjun to come before eating.

A few minutes later, Zhang Jianjun walked over with a lunch box in his hand, followed by a figure familiar to He Yushui.

After seeing this person, He Yushui frowned instantly.

"Why is he here? Why come to Kyoto instead of staying in Baocheng?"

That's right, the person who came was not Sha Zhu, but He Yushui's father, He Daqing.

As for why He Daqing came, we have to start from two days ago.

A few days ago, Zhang Jianjun felt that he had to inform his father-in-law if he had a child.

What's more, Yi Xiaofei, the blood of Old He's family, is also in his own home, so I have to inform my father-in-law about this.

So I wrote a letter to my father-in-law, telling him about him as a grandfather and grandfather.

After He Daqing received the letter, he was a little puzzled. He could understand being a grandfather, but being a grandfather?

This matter is a bit mysterious, and I haven't heard that Shazhu got married and had children?

After reading the letter quickly, He Daqing finally understood the origin of his grandson.

After a big fight with the White Widow, He Daqing got on the train in Kyoto overnight.

After getting off the train, he went straight to He Yushui's home.

Zhang Jianjun was a little puzzled when he saw that the father-in-law arrived in a hurry.

But before he could ask.

He Daqing pointed directly at the chicken soup and said, "Is this chicken soup used to nourish the body from the rain?"

Zhang Jianjun blinked, then nodded.

"Nonsense, can you cook? Is the chicken soup stewed like this?"

"You call this stewed chicken soup? I think it's blanching?"

"The blood froth hasn't come out yet, what kind of chicken soup is this?"

"Get out of the way, I'll do it."

After the chicken soup was ready, the two rushed to the textile factory.

Hurry up, it's still a few minutes late, and there are not many people left in the cafeteria.

Yi Xiaofei was holding on and waiting for his uncle's arrival.

"Why are you here? Why are you here instead of taking care of your son and daughter in Baocheng?"

He Yushui frowned, and said a little displeased.

He Daqing didn't speak, just took the baby from his daughter's arms, picked him up and coaxed him.

"I know you hate me, but what are you talking about? My daughter has a child, and I, the grandfather, have to come and see if it's right."

"You guys eat first, and we'll talk about something after dinner."

Zhang Jianjun also hurriedly smoothed things over, and he didn't want the father and daughter to quarrel as soon as they met.

"That's right. Let's eat first. If there is anything to do, we can talk about it after dinner."

"Come on, try the chicken soup, come to Xiaofei to eat a chicken leg, uncle is late today, must be very hungry!"

Yi Xiaofei took the chicken leg and thanked: "Thank you Uncle, I'll start first."

After finishing speaking, he put the chicken legs aside first, and ate the pork stewed vermicelli in the bowl with big mouthfuls.

Only then did He Daqing realize that there was a little boy beside the rainwater.

After carefully observing up and down, He Daqing immediately confirmed that Yi Xiaofei was the seed of the He family.

Yi Xiaofei's appearance now is exactly the same as his son Sha Zhu's appearance when he was a child.

Carved out of a mold, the small eyes are exactly the same as when Sha Zhu was a child.

"Are you Xiaofei?" He Daqing asked tentatively.

Yi Xiaofei, who was eating, heard someone talking to him, and turned his head quickly.

"Grandpa, my name is Yi Xiaofei, and I am three and a half years old."

"Grandpa, are you hungry? Xiaofei still has a chicken drumstick here. If you are hungry, eat first."

Yi Xiaofei pointed to the chicken legs on the table and said kindly.

He Daqing burst into tears, trying not to let his tears stay.

Touching Yi Xiaofei's small head, He Daqing said with emotion: "Grandpa is not hungry, you can eat."

At this moment, He Daqing's body exuded the light of family affection.

He Yushui's eyes flashed a trace of nostalgia with the gentle and soft-spoken appearance.

Such a gentle appearance, in my impression, I haven't seen it for a long time.

I don't know if it was more than ten years ago or more than twenty years ago. At that time, He Daqing had not met the White Widow.

He was busy with the life of a family of three every day. At that time, no matter how hard or tiring life was, He Daqing would always face it with a smile.

Never complained about anything, and occasionally bought some candy for the children.

Of course, this situation continued until Sha Zhu was 20 years old and He Yushui was 14 years old.

Everything changed that year. He Daqing chose to abandon his wife and son for a widow, and never came back.

Except for occasionally sending a letter to He Yushui, the rest has never been in contact.

Even when He Yushui got married, he didn't come back from Baocheng. It was Liu Jianshe and his wife who sent her to marry instead of her natal family.

A meal is finished soon, and what should be faced is still to be faced.

He Yushui took back his child, took Yi Xiaofei's hand, and walked them to the office.

The cafeteria is not a place to talk. Once a quarrel breaks out, it will soon spread throughout the textile factory.

After arriving at the office, He Yushui put his sleeping son on the small bed, and also let Yi Xiaofei lie on another bed to rest.

She led He Daqing to the open space outside the door.

"Tell me, what are you doing here?"

"You stayed well in Baocheng, why did you come back suddenly?"

"Did the White Widow's son and daughter have difficulties, so they sent you here for help?"

"My ugly words are up front. Although I am the director of the textile factory, I don't count what I say in the textile factory. Don't think about transferring from Baocheng to work as a worker through my relationship."

"There are factory regulations in the factory. When to recruit people and what kind of people to recruit are all the factory's own considerations."

"I can't help you."

He Yushui said forcefully that the White Widow's thoughts must be cut off first.

Besides, apart from the reason of wanting to transfer from Baocheng to the textile factory, she really couldn't think of any reason to make a man who had abandoned his wife and son for more than ten years come back from Baocheng.

You want to say it is family affection?I miss my daughter, come back and see?The big yellow dog next door doesn't believe it!

After all, there must be something that Yushui doesn't know about.

There is only one truth, that is, a pair of children of the White Widow either forced He Daqing to force He Yushui to help arrange work.

Or it was the white widow's sons and daughters who disliked He Daqing's old age and frailty and drove him away.

This kind of situation is very common. Wasn't Dorgon also killed by Xuan Ye, who was raised by himself?

Even Dorgon couldn't handle it, let alone He Daqing, a cook.