Courtyard House: New Life, New Silly Zhu

The door to the private room was opened.

Director Zhang, the head of the cafeteria, led He Yuzhu into the private room.

"Old Zhang, why is everyone in your logistics department like this?" Section Chief Wang from the publicity department said with some dissatisfaction.

Director Zhang didn't mind, since everyone was already acquainted, so he smiled and said...

"We're here to solve a problem. Look who I've brought with me now?" Director Zhang gestured for He Yuzhu to step forward.

Section Chief Wang first looked at He Yuzhu, then at Xu Damao. Xu Damao, meanwhile, was staring intently at He Yuzhu.

"Master He, are you really as good at drinking as Xu Damao said?" It's no wonder that Section Chief Wang was so doubtful. Compared to when he said Xu Damao could drink a lot, Xu Damao hasn't been drinking much at all.

"Section Chief Wang, you're joking. Although I can't drink, I can still have a little." He Yuzhu said something meaningless.

Or rather, this was his true inner thought, since he could only drink a little bit, but he had space, so he could drink as much as he wanted.

"Section Chief, I'm not just bragging, but Sha Zhu's drinking capacity is so high that even ten of me couldn't match it," Xu Damao quickly chimed in, flattering him.

He was afraid that if He Yuzhu continued to say that, Section Chief Wang would not dare to let him come for drinks, and then he would be the only one who would be embarrassed this time.

He Yuzhu was speechless looking at Xu Damao's expression. "So what if I got you drunk last time? Is it worth all this?"

When Xu Damao saw his expression, he assumed he was being looked down upon. He immediately glared at him fiercely.

But seeing this made He Yuzhu want to laugh.

Just as Section Chief Wang was about to say something more, the technician who was entertaining himself nearby also saw Director Zhang and He Yuzhu standing at the door.

"Master He, you're here. Come and have a drink with me."

The technician stood up and pulled He Yuzhu toward the table.

Normally, these Soviet experts ate the same food as everyone else. Only when they ate the banquets specially prepared for them could they eat dishes specially made by He Yuzhu.

Although these dishes were not authentic Soviet cuisine, they were their favorite flavor. Therefore, many Soviet experts knew of He Yuzhu.

"Good evening, Comrade!" He Yuzhu said with a smile, saying the only Soviet phrase he knew.

"Comrade, how are you? Come on over here and have a few drinks with me." The technician was also very happy, not because he heard a familiar language.

Hearing a foreigner say that made him feel proud and happy, so he became even more enthusiastic and pulled He Yuzhu to sit on his left. As for Xu Damao on his right, he no longer wanted to pay attention to him.

"Come on, let me fill your glass. Master He, come and have a few more drinks with me." The technician raised his glass and clinked it with He Yuzhu's, then downed the drink in one gulp.

Looking at the Soviet technician, He Yuzhu couldn't help but nod in approval of his drinking capacity.

"Comrade, I'm not a good drinker, but I'll drink as much as I can with you, how about that?" He Yuzhu still wanted to be modest and not make any promises.

At this point, however, the technician became somewhat dissatisfied.

"Comrade, that's not good for you. I just heard them say that you have a high alcohol tolerance and can drink for a long time."

"Comrade, who told you that?" He Yuzhu asked curiously. Did he say how much alcohol he could drink?

He Yuzhu, somewhat puzzled, bypassed the technician and looked at Xu Damao to his right. Xu Damao, also embarrassed, picked up his cup and looked at Director Zhang, who was sitting down chatting with his section chief.

I just felt that Director Zhang was really Director Zhang today.

"Comrades, it's not that I'm being modest or trying to deceive you, it's just that I really don't know how much I can drink."

Seeing how serious He Yuzhu was, the technician nodded in agreement.

He wasn't the type to force people to drink, but he overheard their conversation and learned that Chef He, who cooked delicious food, had a high alcohol tolerance, so he couldn't resist challenging him to a drinking contest.

He Yuzhu raised his glass of wine to the technician and drank it down in one gulp.

"Master He has a good capacity for alcohol. Here, let me toast you again." The technician watched as He Yuzhu downed the drink in one gulp without batting an eye and couldn't help but nod in approval.

He personally filled both of their glasses and drank another glass. This time, however, the technician didn't use any friendly words or make any nonsensical remarks. It was just that Xu Damao started by talking about friendship, which made the technician want to tease Xu Damao.

Of course, more importantly, the technician really craved alcohol. Back in his hometown, he only drank homemade liquor. He only tasted vodka for the first time when he started working at the factory. Ever since then, he'd been longing for it. On a cold winter's day, he'd down a whole bottle, and it would make him feel perfectly comfortable all morning.

Unfortunately, even at the height of their power, the Soviet Union could not drink so recklessly.

But once they arrived in China, they were able to enjoy themselves more freely. Although the drinks they were tasting different from vodka, they were just as warm and comforting.

So, in just two years in Northeast China, their drinking capacity grew stronger and stronger, to the point that even their leaders couldn't outdrink these technicians.

Unfortunately, they are skilled workers and have to restrain themselves most of the time.

Even when these experts come over for drinks, they don't bring them along. Only today, when they went to see a movie together, did the leaders bring these technicians to the dinner table.

As a result, all the leaders of the steel rolling mill were pestered by these technicians who hadn't had their fill of drinking in a long time.

They drink bottle after bottle, and even when no one is around, they can still enjoy themselves immensely.

Meanwhile, Xu Damao, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but sneakily move his head over, wanting to watch the two of them have a drinking contest.

After all, he knew how much these technicians could drink; they were truly reckless drinkers.

However, as anyone who drinks knows, after a few drinks, the two people can start chatting, even if they are strangers. He Yuzhu, for example, chatted with the technician about the food of Northeast China.

The main issue was that He Yuzhu talked to him about machines and other topics, which he didn't understand at all. It would have been better if He Yuzhu had talked about the things they would eat.

The technician was also a good conversationalist; he talked to him about the big meat skewers from Northeast China, which were very similar to the meat skewers from his hometown.

A half-meter-long skewer, a pound of meat on it, grilled over a fire, brushed with honey, and it smells wonderful.

He Yuzhu's eyes lit up when he heard this. He had been worried about what to cook for them in a few days, since no chef could cook the same dishes all the time. Hearing that they liked the Northeastern-style skewers was exactly what he wanted to do.