Courtyard House: In times of famine, my hamster became a spirit.

He Yuzhu never thought about knocking or any etiquette.

In his view, the person sitting behind that door was a righteous official who could clear his name, and the only confidant who understood his culinary skills.

"If they won't let me have an easy time, then nobody else will!"

He Yuzhu gritted his teeth, and using the momentum of his sprint, he raised his big foot, which was wearing a greasy liberation shoe, and kicked it hard at the heavy mahogany door.

"Bang--!!!"

A loud bang shook the entire corridor.

The sturdy lock let out a groan of despair as the mahogany door was violently forced open by the force, slamming heavily against the walls on either side with a sickeningly loud thud.

Inside the private room.

The top leader, holding a teacup, listened intently to the cautious reports from his subordinates beside him, his face grim.

The sudden loud noise made his hand tremble, and a few drops of scalding tea splashed onto the back of his hand.

Everyone turned around in shock and looked towards the doorway.

He Yuzhu stood there, his clothes disheveled, his face covered in sweat, two buttons undone on his chest, panting heavily.

Before he could even see what was inside the room, he started yelling in his hoarse voice:

"Boss! Big boss! You have to be the judge for me!"

He Yuzhu stepped into the private room, and the smell of cooking oil and sweat from the kitchen overpowered the aroma of tea in the room.

"That Li Huaide is a scoundrel! He won't let me cook, he insists on finding some amateur who can only swing a sledgehammer to fool you! That kid doesn't even recognize a scallion, he's trying to poison you! You absolutely mustn't believe that Zhou..."

Before he could finish speaking...

He Yuzhu's voice stopped abruptly.

Because he met a pair of eyes.

The top leader remained seated in the main seat, still holding the teacup in his hand.

He didn't get angry, didn't slam his fist on the table, and his expression didn't even change much.

He just watched He Yuzhu quietly.

His gaze was as cold as ice, yet it carried an imposing aura of someone who had long held a high position—the kind of look one would have only after emerging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

But what was most evident in those eyes at that moment was not anger, but a deep-seated disgust.

It's like suddenly finding a fly dropping on an exquisite state banquet table.

The entire private room was deathly silent.

Even the air seemed to freeze.

He Yuzhu's pent-up "grievances" and "confidence" vanished instantly under that icy, bone-chilling gaze, leaving only a chill that shot straight from the soles of his feet to his head.

All eyes were on him.

There was fear and rage in his eyes.

The only thing that didn't happen was the "sudden realization" that He Yuzhu had anticipated.

But he couldn't understand it.

Or rather, in this man's eyes, the fact that the big boss didn't have him removed immediately was a sign of respect for his talent!

That was the signal for him to seek justice!

"Huff... huff..." He Yuzhu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his greasy sleeve, feeling his back stiffer than ever before.

This is my home turf!

"Boss, you may not say anything, but I know you understand perfectly well!"

He Yuzhu took a half step forward, spitting saliva far away, pointing his finger out the door in an extremely rude manner, his face bearing that mysterious confidence that "this time it's a sure thing".

"That Li Huaide, it's one thing to bully others at the factory, but he shouldn't have tried to set his sights on your dinner table! What does he know about kitchen rules? He's just a logistics guy, he can't even tell how many cloves of scallions, ginger, and garlic to divide!"

At this point, He Yuzhu curled his lips, revealing a top-notch contempt that comes from an expert looking down on a layman.

"And then there's Zhou Jianguo! Ha, I'm afraid it'll offend your ears if I say it. He's a childless bastard! He's good at using a fire hook to stoke the stove, but with a wok? That's like Zhang Fei embroidering—utter nonsense! This kind of person is a complete fraud, just here to freeload and gain your favor!"

The secretary standing next to him turned green.

It's one thing for He Yuzhu to berate Deputy Factory Director Li, but isn't this blatantly implying that high-ranking leaders are easy to fool?

Is their intelligence clouded by lard?

Just as the secretary was about to stand up and stop him, the big boss slightly raised one hand.

It was stopped.

The high-ranking leader leaned back in his chair, a cryptic smile playing on his weathered face.

That was the expression on an old hunter's face when he watched his prey jump into the trap on its own.

"Oh?" The high-ranking leader's voice was unreadable, deep and heavy. "So, according to you, that plate of tofu was fine?"

To He Yuzhu, this rhetorical question was like heavenly music.

That's it!

This wave is stable!

The leader is humbly seeking advice!

He Yuzhu was overjoyed and immediately put his hands behind his back, striking a pose like a master pointing out the world, unable to suppress the smile on his face.

"Boss, I have to say that you've been in a high position for too long, and your palate has been spoiled by those so-called fine dishes."

He Yuzhu shook his head, his tone surprisingly carrying a hint of exasperation and lecturing.

"You complained that the tofu tasted burnt? You don't understand! That's called wok hei! It's the soul of stir-frying over high heat! Without that smoky flavor, it's just boiled tofu, not Mapo tofu! And that fermented bean paste, you thought it was gritty? That's to preserve the grainy texture! This is the authentic Sichuan style, all about bold and unrestrained, rough yet refined!"

At this moment, outside the door.

Deputy Factory Director Li and Zhou Jianguo had just arrived.

Upon hearing this "top-level understanding," Deputy Factory Director Li felt a wave of dizziness, his legs cramped, and he almost knelt down on the spot.

It’s over.

It's all over.

He Yuzhu must have a death wish!

To say that high-ranking leaders don't understand food?

Is it true that the high-ranking leader is sharp-tongued?

This is like tearing the steel mill's face off and trampling it on the ground!

Deputy Factory Director Li opened his mouth wide, ready to rush in and save the day, even if it meant dragging this madman out by force.

But just then, a hand was placed across his chest.

Zhou Jianguo's expression was calm, even mocking.

He raised his index finger and gently made a "shh" gesture to his lips.

"Director Li, what's the rush?"

Zhou Jianguo lowered his voice, his tone revealing a chilling calmness, "Master He is giving a lecture to a high-ranking leader. This is a once-in-a-lifetime master lecture. How impolite would it be for us to go in and interrupt? Listen, listen carefully."

Deputy Factory Director Li was stunned. Looking into Zhou Jianguo's deep eyes, a chill ran straight to the top of his head.

This kid... is too ruthless.

This is like using someone else to do your dirty work. You're just watching He Yuzhu dig the grave, and then you have to make him jump in and bury the grave himself!