"Sister Bao 'er, breakfast is ready for you. Remember to get up and eat later. I'm going to work.”
Today, they had made congee with pork and century egg for breakfast. After Han Qiye finished it, he left a portion for Bao 'er as usual.
Han Qiye rode his new bicycle out of the courtyard house.
She happened to bump into Silly Zhu who was walking to work.
Silly Zhu also saw him.
"Tsk, I'll buy a bicycle sooner or later.”Silly Zhu muttered sourly.
When Han Qiye jumped over Silly Pillar on his bicycle…
To be honest, Silly Zhu envied Han Qiye for having a bicycle.
After all, he was several years older than Han Qiye and had joined the factory several years earlier.
Moreover, Silly Zhu had a traditional dish, Tan Family Cuisine.
But Silly Zhu could only daydream.
Logically speaking, Silly Zhu's monthly salary was 36.50 yuan, and he could even bring leftovers home from the canteen, which would save him some expenses.
Even if he smoked and drank every month, he would still have enough savings to buy a bicycle.
However, most of Silly Zhu's salary was used by him to support Qin Huiru and her family.
Silly Zhu could only envy Han Qiye for buying a bicycle.
Han Qiye also heard Silly Zhu's muttering.
Han Qiye thought for a moment and used the Bad Luck Talisman on Silly Zhu.
Silly Zhu wasn't a good person either, he had been helping him with the food before.
Yesterday, she saw Han Qiye buying a bicycle and reported him to the street office.
Although Silly Pillar reported it anonymously, his actions were too obvious.
A stream of black Qi entered between Silly Zhu's eyebrows without anyone noticing.
Bad Luck Talismans could make people unlucky for a day, so it was best to use it on Silly Zhu.
In the second workshop, Han Qiye arrived early. He chatted with a few workers and smoked a cigarette before starting work.
...
"Ma Hua, why did you add so much salt? Do you want to eat people to death?"
In the canteen, Silly Zhu was holding an porcelain cup and lying dead on a chair.
Seeing Ma Hua add too much salt in his cooking, Silly Zhu began to lecture him.
"Master, what should we do?" Ma Hua scratched the back of his head in panic.
"What should we do? Can't you add some water? Are you a pig brain?" Silly Zhu said unhappily.
Ma Hua was also feeling anxious.
However, even if Silly Zhu didn't say anything nice, Ma Hua didn't hate Silly Zhu.
Instead, he was grateful that Silly Pillar was willing to teach him such a small trick.
Seeing his disciple Ma Hua being submissive, Silly Zhu's mood was much better.
He was originally in a bad mood. Yesterday, He Yushui insisted on buying him a bicycle.
Silly Zhu had reported Han Qiye and wanted to make him suffer.
In the end, Han Qiye didn't give him a ride, and he almost had to bear the crime of slandering the police.
Fortunately, there was the Deaf Old Lady as a stabilizing needle, so that Shazhu would not be sent to the police station.
"These days are so comfortable!" Silly Zhu took a sip of tea with a satisfied expression.
Although Silly Zhu was only a level eight cook, the kitchen was a place where craftsmanship was important.
To be able to sit on a chair leisurely and give pointers, it also showed that in the steel mill canteen, Silly Zhu's cooking skills were the best.
Even the canteen director couldn't do anything to Silly Zhu.
Maybe it was because he drank too much tea or because he had been sitting for too long, but Silly Zhu felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach.
There seemed to be a surge of anger swirling in his stomach.
"It should be a fart. Just let it out.”
Seeing that no one was looking at him, Silly Zhu muttered in his heart.
Anyway, the smell of oil and smoke in the kitchen was so strong that no one would smell him even if he farted.
"Puff!"
As the saying goes, a smelly fart doesn't make a sound, a loud fart doesn't stink.
Silly Zhu didn't care about this loud fart sound. Anyway, no one in the kitchen dared to go against him.
However, in the next moment, Silly Pillar's face turned pale.
"Puff!"
"Puff!"
Voices rang out one after another.
What followed was a strong stench, and at the same time, Silly Zhu's pants were stained with an earthen yellow color.
Silly Zhu fled.
She even pooped on her pants.
This made Silly Zhu's face extremely flustered, and he quickly got up to go to the toilet.
"Ma Hua, did you bring paper?" Silly Zhu asked as he covered his pants with his hands.
"You idiot. I was wondering why the kitchen was so smelly. So it's because you're running around. You're too disgusting.”Liu Lan pinched her nose and looked disgusted.
Many people saw the five grains of reincarnation on Silly Pillar's pants and were dissatisfied.
The kitchen was a place to cook, but Silly Zhu was here, and he even pooped on his pants. This made them feel a little disgusted.
Silly Zhu's face turned red from Liu Lan's words, but he didn't have the time to argue with Liu Lan.
After borrowing some paper from Ma Hua, he hurried to the toilet.
"Puff!"
"Puff!"
On the way to the toilet, Silly Pillar's stomach was still out of control.
Some of the workers who went to the toilet also saw this scene.
"Has Silly Pillar fled?" Xu Damao was dumbfounded.
He had just come out of the toilet when he saw Silly Zhu covering his pants and hurriedly entering the toilet.
However, Xu Damao immediately smiled evilly.
Seeing his nemesis suffer, Xu Damao felt more refreshed than drinking a bottle of cold soda in the summer.
Silly Zhu was really too unlucky. Originally, Silly Zhu had bet that it was a fart, but in the end, it was scattered.
Not only that, but he was also seen by so many people at the same time. Among them was Xu Damao, his arch-enemy. He was simply embarrassed.
...
After a long time, Silly Zhu came out of the toilet, holding onto the wall.
This time, it almost made Silly Zhu collapse.
For some reason, Silly Zhu felt that his stomach was no longer part of his body. He could not control it at all.
Then, Shazhu quickly went to the canteen and asked for a half-day leave from the canteen director before returning to the courtyard to change his pants.
"I'll take half a day off and deduct 50 cents. There's no allowance for this month.”
The canteen director pinched his nose and gave Shazhu a leave of absence.
As a level eight cook, Silly Zhu's monthly salary was thirty-three yuan, and he had a subsidy of three and a half yuan.
Not only was it embarrassing, but he also lost a few yuan.
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