People in the courtyard: starting from the canteen director

He Daqing laughed, "Then it's settled."

The current capital is still dominated by Shandong cuisine. It is said that since the Ming Dynasty, it has been known as court cuisine.

Another 20 years later, due to the reform policy, Sichuan, Hunan, Anhui and other cuisines entered the capital on a large scale, and then Shandong cuisine fell to the altar and lost its former glory.

After returning to the courtyard, it was already half an hour later.

Qin Huairu came again to help He Daqing clean up the house and wash clothes.

In such a situation, the silly brother and sister were completely surrounded.

This bad old man ordered Sha Zhu to stay away from the little widow.

Turning his head around, he and Qin Huairu got closer and closer.

What the hell is going on?

When Qin Huairu left the door, He Yuzhu ran over and said in a low voice, "Dad, you asked me to draw a line with Sister Qin, why are you..."

He Daqing rolled his eyes, "Can I be the same as you? Didn't I hire her to do some housework and clean up the house!"

"Besides, if there is no one to take care of the house, it will be messy and it will affect my image."

"The image is bad. Where can I develop a second spring? Where can I find a stepmother for you?"

Hearing this, He Yuzhu was speechless.

Good guy!It turned out that the old man was planning on this!

Well, it's all up to him.

As a child, it is impossible to prevent your father from running towards happiness.

He Yushui didn't dare to say anything after hearing this.

In fact, the brothers and sisters did not object to He Daqing's continuation.

Just don't elope with the old widow.

It is best to stay in the capital, stay in the Red Star Rolling Mill.

After a while, Xu Damao really sent a bunch of local products.

He Daqing was in a good mood, so he cooked two plates of small croquettes himself.

Chop the meat loosely and finely, pinch it into a size of a cherry, deep-fry until it is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and then dipped in salt and pepper. It is one bite at a time, and it is most suitable for drinking.

The aroma of croquettes here floated to the next door.

Jia Zhang and the three foodies cried again.

People are more popular than dead people.

Why is there meat to eat every day in Director He's house?

Unable to restrain himself, Bang Geng ran out quietly, and looked in through the crack of the door of He Daqing's house.

Seeing He Daqing take a mouthful of salt and pepper croquettes, he took a mouthful of Erguotou, and the sticky saliva can be three feet long.

While He Daqing was drinking, he also heard the movement outside the door.

Good boy, waiting for you!

I'm afraid you won't come!

The future successor father will make arrangements for you.

Knowing that sticks like to steal food, He Daqing quietly mixed some croton powder into another plate of small croquettes.

Croton is actually a traditional Chinese medicine, which can laxative and treat cold accumulation.

Among the slimming teas of later generations, some have this stuff.

But the quantity is large, hey, then there is something to see.

When I went back to Pigeon Market last time, He Daqing took the opportunity to buy some crotons, just waiting for today.

The wine was almost drunk, He Daqing pretended to go back to the room to rest.

Turning his head, the remaining plate of small croquettes had disappeared.

You don't have to think to know who did it.

He Daqing lay down on the bed, "It's time for a good show."

Sure enough, within half an hour.

Jia Zhang, Bang Geng, and Xiao Dang all ran to the public toilet holding their bellies.

.......

Chapter 9

one night.

Jia Zhang, Bang Giao and Xiao Dang ran to the public toilet more than ten times.

The three of them almost collapsed.

Xiaohuaihua was still young, and she went to bed early that day, so she escaped a catastrophe.

At the time of the incident, Qin Huairu was helping He Da wash his clothes, so he didn't eat.

Jia Zhang clutched his stomach and cursed weakly, "Damn it! These croquettes are poisonous!"

"He Daqing, you are not human! You bully our family!"

"Tell your mother to go find that old bastard!"

The stick is also rolling all over the floor, "Yes! Mom! You will uphold justice for us!"

Seeing this, Qin Huairu could only take off her apron, and went to look for He Daqing angrily.

As soon as she entered the door, she yelled: "Uncle He! You are not authentic!"

"Look, my mother-in-law, as well as Bang Jiao and Xiao Dang, what have they been tossed into?"

He Daqing turned over, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and said innocently, "What's the matter? Am I not falling asleep? Don't spitting blood!"

Qin Huairu suddenly lost his temper.

Pack!Keep pretending!

This old crooked!

She said in embarrassment, "My stick was greedy for your croquettes, so I stole a plate and shared it with my mother-in-law and Xiaodang."

"Then, I had a stomachache."

"There must be something wrong with this croquette."

Hearing this, He Daqing was secretly happy.

There must be a problem.

If there is no problem, how to deal with you white-eyed wolves.

"Blame me?" He Daqing feigned anger, "Who told him to steal it? He's right?!"

"That plate of croquettes, I made it to poison mice."

"The things are in good condition at home, and I didn't intend for anyone to see them at all!"

"Qin Huairu, there is something wrong with your child's tutoring!"

"Stealing needles when you are young, stealing gold when you grow up, and going to work in class sooner or later."

Hearing this, Qin Huairu was speechless.

God damn rats.

In this famine era, every family lacked food and clothing, and the mice moved with tears in their eyes.

Where did the rats come from in the huge courtyard?

However, she really doesn't make sense here.

If it wasn't for the stick to steal things, it wouldn't have caused this disturbance.

After thinking about it, Qin Huairu suddenly understood.

This bad old man is taking the opportunity to punish them.

So, she tentatively asked again: "Then my mother-in-law, BangJiao and Xiaodang will be all right? Do I need to send them to the hospital for gastric lavage?"

"Then I don't know, you can figure it out for yourself," He Daqing spread his hands, "I suggest to ask a doctor to have a look, lest something goes wrong, your uncle and I will not be responsible."

Hearing this, Qin Huairu was furious.

She didn't bother to talk nonsense with He Daqing any more, she turned around and went back home, picked up the rolling pin, "Stick! You caused this! I told you to be a thief! I told you to steal something to eat!"

In the blink of an eye, Stick was beaten up.

His mournful howling resounded throughout the compound.

Jia Zhang stopped immediately, and she opened her arms to protect her grandson, "Qin! You can really do it! Dare to beat my grandson, or you can beat me to death together!"

Many neighbors came to watch the fun.

The first uncle, Yi Zhonghai, and the second uncle, Xu Fugui, had nothing to do, so they could only find a cart to take Jia Zhang, Banggen and Xiaodang to a nearby health center.

Tossing and tossing here for half a night made the whole hospital restless.

He Daqing was relaxed and comfortable. After taking a nap, he saw that the time was 24 o'clock, so he started drawing prizes again.

instantly.

The system issued a prompt: "Drip! Congratulations to the host for winning the lottery, you have won a thousand pieces of pork!"

He Daqing was refreshed when he heard this voice.

The so-called a pork fan is a slaughtered pig without a pig's head, cut in half from the middle, and one half is a fan.

This thing is good.

It is much more convenient than going to the countryside to buy live pigs, and even saves the effort of slaughtering, and there is no need to worry about transportation.

He looked at the system space.

There are a thousand pieces of pork neatly arranged inside.

Each leaf is about a hundred catties, and the fat is so thick that it can weigh about two fingers.

Such a scale is equivalent to killing [-] fat pigs.

Given the current famine background, it is extremely rare to have such fat pork.

He Daqing's factory canteen can supply one pig a day.

The matter of Shazhu becoming a regular is already a certainty.

However, the supply of pork is really tight at present, and the canteen of the steel rolling mill eats meat every day. It is simply too high-profile and easily arouses suspicion. It is inevitable to be reported and investigated.

These days, it's better to keep a low profile.

He Daqing didn't want to roll over.

So he decided to get two pieces of pork for the cafeteria every week.

I can't eat that much of the rest, and most of it will be disposed of in the pigeon market and exchanged for cash.

At that time, Factory Manager Yang will have no choice but to fulfill his promise and give him two additional indicators for becoming a full-time employee.

Qin Huairu is also a temporary worker now.

Turning positive is nowhere in sight.

Here comes He Daqing's opportunity.

Early in the morning.

He rode a two-eight stick and came to the Pigeon Market to set up a stall.

To this end, knives, scales and chopping boards for chopping meat were also prepared in advance.