Courtyard House: New Life, New Silly Zhu

On Friday evening, when the Soviet experts were entertained, He Yuzhu, as usual, prepared sweet and sour dishes.

In the same private room, some leaders accompanied the experts and started chugging drinks.

According to He Yuzhu, these Soviets liked to drink alcohol like water, and there were even rumors that they would sometimes drink a pound of alcohol before taking off their planes.

The plane was swaying wildly, but it eventually landed smoothly.

However, in today's fast-paced society, many so-called professional bloggers have explained that normal vodka has an alcohol content of around 40 degrees, and anything higher needs to be mixed. There's no such thing as simply pouring alcohol directly into your mouth.

He Yuzhu had never been to Russia and didn't know if it was like that there. But all he knew was that in that private room, the liquor was being poured out bottle after bottle, all of it being Red Star Erguotou.

The cafeteria manager staggered out, seemingly unaware of how much he had drunk.

"Director, here, have some hangover soup."

He Yuzhu scooped up a bowl of soup and handed it to the canteen director. But this time, the director didn't take the hangover soup.

"I can't drink anymore, my stomach is too full."

"What's wrong, Director? You were perfectly fine drinking last time, why are you so full this time?"

Although He Yuzhu had only served them twice, he knew that they always drank alcohol first and didn't eat much.

"The most important expert wasn't present this time, so I ate something first and chatted with them. Who knew that after eating, I felt so full."

Seeing the director's appearance, He Yuzhu knew he wasn't drunk, just a little bloated. Although he didn't know why, he kindly asked, "Director, are you going in later?"

"Go in, how can we not go in? It's just a short break. Zhu Zi, cook another dish." The canteen manager waved his hand. After all, when they usually ate special meals, it was just for eating, but at this time, it was to try and get something out of these experts.

If they eat the food but don't take the contents out, they'll be in trouble.

After all, the food these Soviets ate was specially sent from Northeast China, such as Harbin White Pigs and Beijing-style ducks, to ensure that Soviet experts could eat live livestock and poultry.

Soviet people also had their own dietary preferences and characteristics, loving meat, milk, and sweets. Even the simplest meal would consist of three dishes. The first was borscht, the second was a hot dish, such as cream-baked fish, stewed mutton, or beef stew with potatoes.

He Yuzhu is currently cooking braised beef with potatoes.

The cafeteria manager carried a plate of braised beef with potatoes into the small private room.

Old Zhang thought you couldn't drink anymore and ran away.

A Soviet technician, his face flushed, was yelling at the canteen manager who had just entered.

These Soviet technicians had stayed in China for a long time, and many of them had learned Chinese, but their accents were a bit strange, leaning towards the Northeastern accent.

"How could that be? We haven't had enough wine yet, how could we leave? I just saw there wasn't enough food on the table, so I had someone cook another dish."

After saying that, he put the braised beef with potatoes on the table.

"Great, this dish is really delicious, much better than before." The technician picked up a spoon, scooped out a large piece of meat, and stuffed it into his mouth, praising it as he ate.

Seeing the technician enjoying his meal, the cafeteria manager smiled and filled his glass with wine.

"As long as the food is good, come on, let's have another drink." The cafeteria manager raised his glass, clinked it with the technician's, and downed it in one gulp.

After this back-and-forth, the cafeteria manager, whose stomach had just relaxed, felt a bit full again.

"Director Li, I have a bad feeling about today. Should we find some other people to keep us company while we drink? If we're the only ones drinking, we probably won't be able to finish our task today," the cafeteria director said to Li Huaide, rubbing his stomach.

Li Huaide slowly surveyed the situation at the table and noticed that many people were the same, since they came every week.

Many people have already reached their breaking point. This isn't the first time they've changed personnel, but he just can't think of anyone else to replace them with.

"Why don't we hold on a little longer? We can't find anyone to help us right now," Li Huaide said helplessly.

Wang, the head of the publicity department, who was sitting next to them urging them to drink, was somewhat dissatisfied.

"Hey, what's going on with your logistics department? Why did you stop? We're all pretty drunk here, and you guys are still dawdling around."

"Old Wang, you're wrong about that. We're not exactly surviving either, are we? Unlike you propaganda department members, you can all drink a lot." Li Huaide pretended to be dissatisfied, but in reality, he was quite envious.

The propaganda department has political needs, and many of its members are overweight and can drink a lot, making it much better than the logistics department.

Li Huaide suddenly remembered something and said to Section Chief Wang.

"Old Wang, I remember the Soviet experts were late today because they went to the propaganda department to watch a film from the Soviet Union, right?"

Section Chief Wang didn't react for a moment. Li Huaide asked, "What's the use of this?"

But he still said to Li Huaide, "Yes, they have a new film this year. I just asked Xu Damao, the film projectionist from the publicity department, to show them a movie."

Upon hearing that there were still people in the publicity department, Li Huaide quickly spoke to the canteen director.

"Old Zhang, did you hear that? There are still people in the propaganda department. Go out right now and go to the propaganda department to get that Xu something? Old Wang." Li Huaide had drunk a bit too much and had forgotten what he had just heard.

"No, Lao Li, what you're doing is wrong. Your logistics department is short of people, so you're calling our propaganda department." Although Lao Wang said this, he still told Li Huaide.

"Now we have the best movie projectionist in our logistics department. This year we hired a new projectionist named Xu Damao." Then he turned to the canteen manager sitting on the other side and said, "Go to the publicity department. There's a small screening room there. Go there and call Xu Damao over."

Upon hearing that he didn't have to drink, the cafeteria manager instantly stopped feeling full and quickly stood up.

"Okay, I'll go get someone right away."

After saying that, he opened the door to the private room and walked towards the publicity department, leaving the technician he had just been with behind.

That's none of his business. Even without his company, the technician could still drink with the Soviet technician next door.

As for why they weren't allowed to drink by themselves, so they wouldn't have to sit at the table, it was simply because if they drank by themselves, they would either get completely drunk and unconscious, or they wouldn't drink enough, and you wouldn't be able to get anything out of them.