Courtyard House: New Life, New Silly Zhu

The weather in May is still quite hot.

After finishing his meal, He Yuzhu asked the two kitchen helpers to take some dishes back with them. He Yuzhu himself sat by the door, enjoying the evening breeze and the tranquility of the moment.

"Pillar?"

Upon hearing Director Zhang's voice, He Yuzhu quickly stood up and turned around to see Director Zhang swaying unsteadily.

"Director Zhang, are you finished eating? Oh dear, Director Zhang, you can barely stand. How much did you drink?" He Yuzhu quickly helped Director Zhang to sit down.

Director Zhang shook his head, waved his hand, and said helplessly, "There's nothing we can do about it. We'll have these Soviet experts drink first, and then we'll call the technicians up for a drink. Only then will they be able to ask us questions. Otherwise, if the experts haven't had enough to drink, they won't be willing to say anything."

Seeing Director Zhang's state after drinking so much, He Yuzhu said somewhat helplessly, "Alright, I'm just a cook, I don't know much about this. I just happened to make some hangover soup, I'll go get a bowl."

After saying that, he turned and went into the kitchen, and soon came back with a bowl of soup.

Director Zhang took the soup, refused the spoon He Yuzhu offered, and slurped down a large mouthful of soup.

"Zhu Zi, your cooking is really good. I feel much better after drinking this bowl of soup."

"Director, you flatter me. Did the Russians like the dishes I made today?"

Speaking of this, Director Zhang smiled and patted He Yuzhu on the shoulder.

It's possible that Director Zhang was also a retired soldier; the force he used was so strong that He Yuzhu felt pain in his body.

"Zhu Zi, the dishes you made today were excellent, especially the sweet and sour pork. You didn't see how much everyone was eating it; I haven't seen them enjoy it so much in a long time."

Hearing that the dishes he made really suited the tastes of those Russians, He Yuzhu breathed a sigh of relief, after all, these Soviet experts came from different places.

If the Soviet experts who come are not satisfied with the taste, then he will really be in trouble.

"That's good, as long as those experts can eat well."

"It's not that simple. If we just made sure they ate well, that would be enough. In the end, we still need to make sure they drink well too." Director Zhang said with a wry smile.

Seeing Director Zhang's state, He Yuzhu wanted to offer some words of comfort, but just then, he heard someone approaching from the side.

He and Director Zhang both looked over at the same time. The person stepped out of the shadows, and Director Zhang quickly stood up.

"Director Li, what brings you out here?"

"Director Zhang, didn't you run away too?" Director Li said with a smile, then looked at He Yuzhu.

"Young comrade, did you cook today's dishes? They're excellent; they not only suit the tastes of the Soviet experts, but I also thoroughly enjoyed them."

He Yuzhu looked at Director Li, whose upright and gentlemanly demeanor was very much like the Director Li in the TV series.

"Thank you for the compliment, it's what I should do," He Yuzhu said repeatedly.

Director Li walked over to them and sat down, not caring whether the ground was dirty or not.

"Director Zhang, what delicious food are you eating in the kitchen this time?" Director Li asked curiously when he saw a bowl in Director Zhang's hand.

He has several hobbies: power, women, money, and good food, especially good food, which he absolutely cannot refuse.

"Director Li, this is a hangover soup that Zhuzi specially made. Here, Zhuzi, go and get another bowl." After Director Zhang finished introducing it, he asked He Yuzhu to go to the kitchen and get another bowl.

Without saying a word, He Yuzhu went back to the kitchen and ladled out another bowl.

Director Li and Director Zhang are alike; neither of them uses a spoon, and they just slurp their drinks from their bowls.

"Hmm, Zhu Zi, I must say, after drinking this bowl, I feel so much better." Director Li couldn't help but sigh after finishing the bowl in one gulp.

Director Li suddenly seemed to remember something and said to He Yuzhu, "Comrade He Yuzhu, I'll call you Zhuzi too, to avoid any awkwardness. Zhuzi, I've received the application Director Zhang submitted, but the grading exams are over for this year, so there's no way to promote you another level. So I've been thinking, I'll just assign you a position as a group leader in the third canteen, with an extra two yuan per month. We'll arrange the next grading exam later. What do you think?"

"Thank you very much, Director." He Yuzhu felt a little disappointed when he heard Director Li say that it was no longer possible to take the grading exam. However, the director also said that being given a small position and an extra two yuan a month would be acceptable.

The three of them were enjoying the evening breeze when, after a while, Director Li also stood up.

"We've been sitting here long enough. Let's go inside and keep them company for a while longer." Director Li stood up and rubbed his slightly numb knees.

Seeing that Director Li and Director Zhang were about to go in to drink with the Soviet experts, He Yuzhu couldn't help but offer a word of advice.

"Director Li, Director Zhang, would you like to rest a little longer?"

"No need, we still need to go in and keep them company. Otherwise, we'll get those technicians drunk, and that would be a huge loss for us." With that, he prepared to walk towards the private room.

Suddenly, Director Li seemed to remember something and turned to He Yuzhu.

"Zhu Zi, I've taken up too much of your time tonight. How about you work three hours of overtime tonight?"

Hearing this, He Yuzhu was overjoyed. "Director, thank you so much!"

Overtime at this time is real overtime. Not only is there a salary, but it will also be counted towards the year-end evaluation for outstanding workers. Even if you don't get the award, you will still receive other benefits.

So everyone wants to work overtime at this time, but the opportunities to do so are extremely limited. If you don't have the ability, you might not even get a chance to work overtime.

Watching the two leaders walk away, He Yuzhu didn't linger any longer. After all, they both had secretaries with them, and the secretaries could help with the cleanup later.

He Yuzhu, carrying his lunchbox, swayed back to the courtyard house under the moonlight.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I saw Yan Bugui sitting in the yard with a small chair, fanning himself and looking at the moon.

"Uncle, why aren't you asleep so late?" He Yuzhu greeted him.

"I'm going to sleep now. Aren't I just waiting for some people who haven't finished get off work yet? Once they're back, I'll lock the door and go back to sleep." Yan Bugui said, looking He Yuzhu up and down.

He Yuzhu watched him stare at his lunchbox and was speechless.

I've already confronted him, but he still has this habit: "Uncle, do you want to check if there's anything in my lunchbox?"

"No need for that. I'm just a little curious. It's so late today, why didn't the factory leaders ask you to stay and have something to eat?" Yan Bugui originally wanted to say that he shouldn't bring anything back, but then he remembered that He Yuzhu had contradicted him earlier, so he changed his mind. It was really awkward and strange.