Chapter 33: Before leaving, dig a pit for the canteen director

Shazhu suddenly thought of it.

In his previous life, Yi Zhonghai also told Shazhu the same thing, saying that He Daqing had once hosted private banquets for the Japanese puppet regime during the puppet era, and after the bald guy returned, he also hosted banquets for the bald guy.

Back then, there was no application form.

It was considered being manipulated.

Now that there is an application, Yi Zhonghai told him about this, but it had absolutely no effect on Shazhu.

The application to sever relations was approved by the street office and also filed with the police station.

A bright red seal was stamped on it.

Nothing could happen.

Yi Zhonghai made his stance clear.

Shazhu also couldn't let Yi Zhonghai return empty-handed.

This was useful to Shazhu.

It could conveniently be turned into a knife to cut Yi Zhonghai.

"Elder Uncle, you're still closer to me; I get what you mean. We've already talked about this."

"Shazhu, Elder Uncle also means well for you."

"I know Elder Uncle means well for me. Since only Elder Uncle in the courtyard is close to me, I'll trouble Elder Uncle with the apprentice worker matter."

"You kid, Elder Uncle has watched you grow up; if not helping you, who else would I help? Just leave the apprentice worker matter to Elder Uncle; next year it will surely work."

"Elder Uncle, I'm going to the canteen; take your time."

Acting out the whole show.

Shazhu stood rooted, watching Yi Zhonghai's figure disappear; only then did the smile on his face turn stern.

Who will get the deer?

Unknown!

According to the impression in memory.

Shazhu came to the canteen.

No nonsense.

He directly went up to the canteen director in front of several people.

These people were all Shazhu's witnesses.

"Director Liu, I am He Yuzhu, son of He Daqing. My family's old man went to Baocheng. Before, I always followed the old man learning to cook, sometimes also preparing our welcome meals. I'm asking about this apprentice worker matter; I have a younger sister to support, I need to earn money."

Liu Dashetou looked at Shazhu with a troubled expression.

The profession of cooking.

Earn a living by skill.

If your cooking is good and fragrant, you are the boss; even when young, you are the boss.

Conversely.

Then you are just a worthless thing.

As He Daqing's son, Shazhu has followed him among pots and pans since childhood, innately carrying the gene for cooking.

Inherited culinary skill.

Also considered something he can show off.

Based on Shazhu's ability, promoting him from apprentice to apprentice worker would be reasonable, but Liu Dashetou had accepted a big pack of Qianmen cigarettes from Yi Zhonghai, and also believed that Shazhu had nowhere else to go if he left the Yagangchang canteen, so he didn't take Shazhu's proposal to heart.

His upper lip touched his lower lip.

Following the routine they had devised a few days earlier with Yi Zhonghai, they delayed the matter of promoting Shazhu to apprentice worker by a year.

Shazhu deliberately put on an unhappy expression, then shifted his talk and took over the task of preparing the noon welcome meal.

Liu Dashetou thought Shazhu wanted to show off his cooking skills; plus, Shazhu had prepared the welcome meal over ten times before, and those who ate it all praised it, so he reluctantly agreed to Shazhu's request and handed over the noon welcome meal task to him.

Both thought they had outsmarted the other.

Little did they know.

Shazhu was actually the ultimate beneficiary of this.

For the noon welcome meal, Shazhu pulled out all stops with his housekeeping skills.

He made the dishes with perfect color, aroma, and taste.

It whetted people's appetites greatly.

"Shazhu, your cooking skills truly are the genuine transmission from your father."

"Director, give me something practical."

"What practical thing do you want?"

"Just the apprentice worker matter; it's just a matter of moving your lips."

"Next year, at this time, I'll directly promote you from apprentice to official cook."

"I knew I couldn't convince you, so I'll bring some food back home; my younger sister still needs support—do you think that works?"

"What's wrong with that?"

Having received Liu Dashetou's approval, Shazhu returned to the Siheyuan with his lunchbox.

Just as he entered the door, he bumped into Xu Daming.

Exactly.

Upon meeting, they started to fight.

"Shazhu, you just started work and you're taking food from the canteen—do you believe I'll report you?"

"Go ahead and report; I'm too lazy to serve them."

"Shazhu, what do you mean?"

"This morning I went to see the canteen director; relying on my buddy's inherited cooking skills, getting a canteen apprentice position is not something you can just easily obtain, but the director refused and made me wait a year. If I were alone, I could say anything, but I still have a sister to support. After thinking it over, if this place won't have me, another will—I quit. It's just a canteen apprentice job; what's the big deal?"

"A resonant sound that strikes the ground."

"A resolute and decisive attitude."

"Shazhu subdued Xu Daming."

"Shazhu, you really aren't going to do it?"

"Why would I lie to you? After lunch I'll go see Director Wang to see if there's work. I'm a cook; in a famine year there's no reason a cook would starve."

"Shazhu, let me ask, who paid the bill last night?" Xu Daming scratched his head, "I woke up this morning and found the money in my pocket wasn't right."

"Just because my money's off doesn't mean you can blame me; I didn't steal it."

"I don't mean that." Xu Daming widened his eyes, "I mean who owed the bill last night."

"You, Xu Daming, paid."

"Shazhu and Xu Daming both turned their gaze to Yan Fugui, who had walked in from outside."

"They both seemed a little doubtful."

"According to our prior agreement, Shazhu should have paid for last night's meal, but Xu Daming ended up paying."

"San Daye, you can't just spout nonsense."

"Shazhu, is San Daye the kind of person who talks nonsense? You two were drunk, disliked San Daye paying the bill, you two were fighting over it, and Xu Daming even said, because you, Shazhu, wanted to pay, he'd give you a big slap."

"Xu Daming furrowed his brows."

"Am I really that fierce?"

"Give Shazhu a big slap!"

Nineteen thousand eight hundred, you Xu Daming paid them twenty thousand, yet you kept staring at them, insisting they owed you two hundred back, and then the two of you helped each other back to the siheyuan.

"Shazhu leapt back, putting distance between himself and Xu Daming."

"Xu Daming had pretty much the same expression."

"Shazhu."

Xu Daming, I know what you mean—you just feel shortchanged. It's only nineteen thousand eight hundred; I already gave you that money, and I'll give you twenty thousand, so you can't accuse me of insincerity.

"Xu Daming was like a chicken with its feathers ruffled."

"Then he just quit."

Yan Fugui, to my face, you're giving me twenty thousand—is that for the meal or a loan?

"I, Xu Daming, am not stupid!"

Shazhu, I don't want the money—you think I, Xu Daming, am short twenty thousand bucks? It's just that I've treated you to two meals; you also owe me two meals; I, Xu Daming, also care about saving face.

"Are you sick!"

I really am sick—I have this condition that requires you to treat me to meals. Don't hem and haw; let's just settle this: in a few days, you'll treat me to two meals, or I'll beat the crap out of you.

"Shazhu handed the lunch box to He Yushui."

"His sleeve rolled up naturally."

Sometimes you have to use your fists to reason with Da Mao!