"What are we eating today?"
"Cabbage, tofu, shredded potatoes."
"And the big white steamed buns you like."
"Master He's craftsmanship is getting better and better."
"Eat your food, stop flattering, Silly Zhu doesn't like to hear this."
Liu Lan called out as she ate.
In the workers 'canteen, it was bustling with activity. The workers of the rolling mill lined up in an orderly manner to get food.
"Master He's craftsmanship is top-notch!”
"As expected of a level-eight cook."
"I heard that he's only 26 years old. He's not married yet, right?”
"I wonder which girl in our factory is so lucky to marry Master He in the future?”
"Does it have to be from our factory? Is my niece alright? She's from the street office. I'll introduce her to Master He later!”
"Would Master He be interested in your niece, who is 150 centimeters tall and weighs 150 centimeters?”
As Qin Huairu queued up, she listened to the people around her ordering cabbage and two steamed buns. She handed Liu Lan a 10-cent meal ticket.
I say, Sister Qin, how can you just eat vegetables? Liu Lan asked casually when she saw Qin Huairu stuffing the steamed bun into her bag.
There were still four mouths waiting to eat at home. There was no other way.
What? Didn't Silly Zhu help you last night? Liu Lan pointed at the kitchen with her spoon.
I heard from Ma Hua that you took all the lunchboxes his master brought back every day.
Qin Huairu shook her head and sighed. She looked at the kitchen in the canteen with a melancholic expression.
It was still fine a while ago. Every day, Silly Zhu would bring a lunch box home and talk and laugh with him. She didn't need to worry much, and the lunch box with leftovers was in her hands.
But since last week, Silly Zhu had ignored her.
Every time they met, he was very cold.
Every time she greeted Silly Zhu, he would turn a blind eye and pretend not to see her.
Shagan ignored her, let alone the lunch box.
He couldn't possibly rob them, right?
Qin Huairu thought to herself that she still had some dignity.
Yesterday, her son had gone back and told her that he had been caught stealing soy sauce and had been slapped three times!
In the past, Silly Zhu was not like this. Even if the stick stole the soy sauce, he would just smile and not take it seriously. Why would he think of hitting him?
But yesterday, his son ran back crying and said that Uncle Silly had slapped him three times!
It was just stealing soy sauce. What could happen?
Qin Huairu did not understand. While she was confused, she also felt a little unhappy. Why did such a good meal ticket suddenly disappear?
Silly Zhu stayed in the kitchen, leisurely drinking Tieguanyin tea, completely unaware of the scene that happened at the cafeteria's food delivery window.
Naturally, he didn't know what was going on in Widow Qin's heart.
So what if he knew?
Qin Huairu, that ingrate and vampire, had wasted eight years of Silly Zhu's life because of her son's pride.
How many eight years could a person have?
Not to mention that he was in his thirties!
If Lou Xiao'e didn't give birth to a son for Silly Zhu, then Silly Zhu would be like a master, becoming an extinct family!
Wasn't this Qin Huairu hateful?
Was he black-hearted?
Why would such a scheming b * tch bother with her?
Also, the three children in her family were all a bunch of ungrateful wolves and little vampires. They only knew how to take and did not know how to give!
They thought that the money that Silly Zhu gave them was a matter of course!
Such an immoral family! Even breathing air felt like a waste!
Living in the same courtyard! It would be embarrassing if word got out!
Luckily, Silly Zhu had no choice this time and could not move out.
His ancestors had left him two houses in the Siheyuan. One was for his own use, while the other was for his sister.
This won't do. I have to earn money to buy a house!
In old Beijing in the 1960s, the houses in the surrounding Siheyuan were not very expensive.
People in that era were so poor that they could barely afford to eat. How could they have time to speculate in real estate?
Compared to the current housing prices that were easily worth hundreds of millions, back then, one could buy a courtyard house for a few thousand yuan.
Although a few thousand yuan was not a lot, as a chef, Shazhu only earned 37.5 yuan a month. He only saved 400 yuan a year. Without eating or drinking, he would have to save for four to five years before he could buy a courtyard house in the Second Ring Road of old Beijing.
Four or five years is too long." Silly Zhu couldn't wait that long.
Perhaps one day, he would transmigrate back.
"Business opportunities must be seized!" Silly Zhu knew very well that in the future, property prices would definitely soar. Just the houses in Beijing's Second Ring Road alone were worth more than 10 million yuan in 2000.
By 2020, it would be more than 10 million.
House prices were like a rocket, rising higher and higher!
However, in this era, only high officials, nobles, and some capitalists could afford to buy a house in one go.
For example, the Lou family, the big director of the steel factory, lived in a villa!
The money of a rich family was really overflowing.
In the blink of an eye, Silly Zhu thought of someone. Lou Xiao'e, wasn't she from the Lou family?
"I wonder if she and Xu Damao are married now? We have to find an opportunity to take a look."
"Master He, Factory Manager Yang will be entertaining some guests later. Please cook a few more dishes.”
The canteen director walked over and greeted Silly Zhu politely.
Silly Zhu nodded and agreed.
This canteen director had always been at odds with Silly Zhu, but because his superior was Manager Yang.
And Manager Yang especially liked Silly Zhu, so it was not strange for him to take extra care of Silly Zhu.
Silly Zhu, stir-fried vegetables are delicious!
It was really delicious!
Even the canteen director would have to lower his head in front of Silly Zhu and obediently be a grandson.
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