"Director He, I'm so sorry, I'm... Hi."

When He Yuzhu returned to the kitchen, he saw the leader's wife coming to him and wanting to apologize.

It's just that she occupies a high position, and usually others please her, so she doesn't have the experience and courage to apologize.

"The leader also thinks that Xu Damao is a very bad person, right? Let me tell you, this guy never does anything with human affairs..."

How dare He Yuzhu really ask the leader's wife to apologize to him? He would still be alive.

What's more, he doesn't care whether he apologizes or not.

If an apology works, why do we need the police?

If you are really hurt, he will definitely retaliate tenfold or a hundredfold, no matter who you are.

If you weren't hurt, there would be no need to apologize. It's just lip service and has no real benefit.

In other words, the leader's wife didn't make any big mistakes. She just listened to the bad words and didn't do anything yet.

Therefore, He Yuzhu decisively changed the subject.

"He is such a person. If you don't tell me, I still don't know..."

The leader's wife smiled gratefully at He Yuzhu. She knew that the other party deliberately changed the topic to avoid looking bad.

I can't help but feel good about him. I just feel that Director He is a considerate person.

Next, she saw He Yuzhu's miraculous cooking skills of frying three dishes at the same time, which amazed her.

"It's strange, didn't Director He just start cooking? Why did he cook three dishes so quickly?"

When the leader's wife brought the dishes to the table, the leader was very surprised.

I don’t know if it’s a compensation mentality, but the leader’s wife is promoting He Yuzhu like a treasure.

"Lao Li, do you think everyone is like you and the fried rice will get burned even if you scramble an egg?

Director He is truly a chef, and he actually fried three dishes at the same time. No, I personally watched him fry these three dishes in three pots at the same time."

"If he cooks three dishes at the same time, he is the reincarnation of a god!"

The leader picked up a piece of deboned meat and put it into his mouth. His eyes widened immediately and he was conquered by the exquisite taste.

"It's delicious, it's delicious. Everyone should try it. Director He's craftsmanship is a must."

The leader nodded to Factory Director Yang,

"Zhizhong, you have talented people."

"Old leader, let me tell you the truth, Director He's cooking skills are recognized by our steel rolling mill, otherwise we wouldn't dare to bring the leader here.

I just came back from a business trip today, but when I looked at the report this morning, our production quantity actually doubled than usual."

"Guess what the reason is?

Hey, it’s just because Director He’s cooking skills are so good, the workers are well-fed and motivated, and the efficiency has been improved unknowingly.”

Director Yang lost his modesty and went all out to exaggerate He Yuzhu's story. In fact, he didn't know many things.

Now he only knows that He Yuzhu is his lucky general,

Don’t you see, in just a short period of time, the leader has praised me several times, which made the leaders of other brother factories look at me differently.

"There are such strange things!"

The leader put down his chopsticks, thought for a while and said:

"Let me tell you in advance that we will have a big task in a while, and the pressure will be much heavier than before.

You all can learn from Director Yang and strive to bring back the advanced experience of Red Star Factory, absorb it well, and use it to your advantage."

"The old leader is right, Lao Yang. I will send the chefs from the factory to study with you when we get back. Don't hide your secrets."

A fat man raised a glass of wine and toasted him.

Director Yang snorted beautifully, "Absolutely."

I still made up my mind to put on this guy's little shoes. Who knows that he usually targets me with sarcasm and sarcasm, and if it falls into my hands, I will not punish him once or twice for his unreasonable thoughts.

"There are seven dishes. That's enough. Xiao Chen, go to the kitchen and ask Director He to stop cooking." The leader told Secretary Chen.

Secretary Chen was about to start when he was stopped by his wife.

"Old Li, there's no need to ask Xiao Chen. There's still a soup. Director He won't do it again after finishing this surgery."

"Why is this?"

"Didn't you notice, this is the home-cooked food from my hometown in southern Gansu, handmade fish shreds, stir-fried fish, three-yellow chicken, poached pork... The last soup must be pimple soup."

The leader's wife has many treasures, and this table has the taste of hometown. Xiao He is very interested.

"Here comes the pimple soup, be careful it's hot."

At this moment, He Yuzhu, just as the leader's wife had guessed, brought over a large pot of pimple soup. The soup was boiling hot and still steaming.

Suddenly, a sour and appetizing aroma swept through everyone's nostrils. Even Secretary Chen, who had been calm all this time, burst out and made a fuss.

"It's really pimple soup, and it's made with authentic pickles! We haven't had it since the Long March. I really miss it."

The leader didn't care if it was hot, grabbed a bowl, took a sip, and shouted, "Authentic! Tasty!"

He drank the rest and sat blankly in his seat, his eyes red with tears.

"Lao Li, are you okay?" Madam asked worriedly.

"I'm fine, I just miss my mother.

When I moved in with the large army, I didn't know if I would have a chance to come back, so I used the last bit of flour at home to stir eggs and made me a bowl of pimple soup."

"I finished drinking the pimple soup and left. When I returned to my hometown more than ten years later, I found out that my mother was killed just a month after I left. That bowl of pimple soup was the last memory I had of her."

"Send a few Red Army troops,

I walked down the mountain,

The autumn wind is gentle,

It's a cold autumn wind.

…

Ask your relatives about the Red Army,

How long will it take for men and horses to rise?

Give me a hand and then go back to the mountain..."

When the leader said this, he sang a sad and sad Gannan folk song. The song was long and desolate.

He Yuzhu burst into tears after hearing this, because he is also from Gannan, and several of his ancestors have similar memories to the leader.

The difference is that the leader survived, but all his ancestors died on the way to the transfer. It turned out that the hero was gone and never came back.

Gannan is the birthplace of heroes and the burial place of loyal ministers.

Watching movies after eating is one of the few pastimes.

What I watched was "Shangganling".

This is a 1956 movie that tells the story of the Battle of Shangganling during the Korean War.

The most impressive thing is the section from 54 minutes to 58 minutes of the movie where Guo Lanying sings "My Motherland"

“A great river has wide waves,

The wind blows the fragrance of rice flowers on both sides,

My family lives on the shore,

got used to……"

The beautiful lyrics, coupled with the tragic scenes of the Battle of Shangganling, excited the crowd and shouted, "Death to U.S. imperialism."

However, when the screen was playing at the most critical moment, there was a sharp sound, the curtain turned white, and then the computer crashed.

All the leaders frowned in displeasure. Just when they were in the mood, the machine broke down. This was a disappointment.

"Xu Damao, what's going on?"

Director Yang was so angry that he almost wanted to kill someone. "Nima, Xu Damao, if you don't cheat me, you won't be comfortable, right? You can't learn more from Comrade He Yuzhu. It's true that ugly people do more mischief."

"I, I don't know either. I'll check it out and I'll definitely fix it."

Xu Damao was still counting on the movie to be played before asking for mercy from the leader, but he didn't expect that the machine actually broke down.

It's a pity that he only relied on his job as a projectionist to make extra money through connections, and he never seriously studied the repair and maintenance of the projector. After tinkering for a long time, he still couldn't figure out the reason.

"Xu Damao, I'll give you three more minutes. If you can't fix it, I'll fix it for you."

Factory Director Yang didn't dare to look at the livid face of his leader. He already had some suspicions that Xu Damao was deliberately tricked into plotting against him.

There are still a few deputy directors in the Red Star Rolling Mill who want to take advantage of him.

"I, I, I..."
To be continued...