PFC Chapter 125 Dumplings and Wine
Chapter 125 Dumplings and Wine
Sha Zhu, shameless as ever, refused to leave and said to Director Wang...
"Director Wang, you see, if I were to read some cooking books, I already have some basic skills, and I could learn a bit."
But I really don't know how to write this report. Could you please forgive me this time?
Director Wang only now realized that this silly Zhu had such a shameless side, and his mind raced...
He said, "Alright, didn't you want a cheap disciple? Here's what I'll do: I'll find you three cheap disciples."
If you've taught me well, I don't need to check it with three thousand words. Five hundred words will do. Go write it.”
"Oh? I still have to write," Sha Zhu said disappointedly.
"What? You don't want to?" Director Wang looked at Sha Zhu.
Seeing that Director Wang's expression was getting worse, Sha Zhu quickly said,
"No, I'll write it, I'll go write it right away," he said, preparing to walk out.
"Wait a minute," Director Wang called Sha Zhu back, then said, "When you go out later, take some time to call Aunt Hu over."
"Okay, okay, Director Wang, I just need to trouble you to keep this a secret."
"Don't let the other neighbors know that I helped Aunt Hu," Sha Zhu said happily.
"Alright, alright, you can get out of here now." Director Wang was getting a little impatient.
Sha Zhu happily left Director Wang's office and ran into Li Jianguo, who had come looking for him. Seeing Sha Zhu's cheerful expression, Li Jianguo said...
"What, did something good happen? Do you not have to write the 3,000-word self-criticism?"
Upon hearing the word "inspection," Sha Zhu immediately wiped the smile off his face. He said with a troubled expression, "I still have to write it. Come on, let's go to your office."
Upon arriving at Li Jianguo's office, Sha Zhu picked up the teacup on the table and gulped down half of the water in one go.
He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Brother Li, five hundred words of self-criticism, and a meal of stewed goose in an iron pot."
Upon hearing this, Li Jianguo was surprised that it had become 500 words. He immediately shook his head and said, "Two meals."
"Where am I supposed to find you two big geese? The two goslings we have at home aren't even enough for one meal."
Besides, those two goslings have developed a bond with the rainwater.
If I dared to eat it, do you believe the rain would strip me bare and devour me?
"How about this: a stewed goose in an iron pot, a serving of mutton dumplings, and I'll find a bottle of good wine, okay? Dumplings and wine, the more you eat, the better," Sha Zhu suggested.
"Dumplings, that's fine too, but they have to be Fenjiu or Xifeng liquor, not like last time."
A teacher came, and you just tried to fob me off with some cheap drinks. You promised to treat me to a meal.
It turned into cornbread and pickled vegetables. "I said, 'What grudge do you have against the teacher?'" Li Jianguo asked, puzzled.
"Hey, there's no grudge between us. That teacher was the old man in charge of the front yard of the courtyard where I used to live. Don't you know him?"
However, he's a bit stingy, but I won't go into details about how.
Didn't you investigate that courtyard? You can go and ask around yourself.
If my family eats well, he can come over every day.
If my family has cornbread and pickled vegetables, he'll occasionally come over to play chess with me and have dinner at my place.
You can't believe someone would act like that, going to someone's house and not leaving when it's mealtime.
"It's not like we're close brothers, or like I invited you," Sha Zhu explained.
"Then just send him away and don't let him come anymore, that's all. What, that teacher doesn't seem like someone who's hard to deal with." Li Jianguo became increasingly puzzled.
"No, no, if we send him away, I won't have any fun."
With great difficulty, I managed to rub his pride into the ground, turning him into a shameless person.
If I send him away, I'll lose some of the fun. Besides, it's just occasionally sharing a cornbread meal with him.
Let's just say we've had too many steamed buns and are occasionally treating ourselves to something different.
Sha Zhu thought to himself that he could occasionally get some news about the old courtyard from Yan Lao Kou.
"Goodness, you're really naughty. I guess you don't need to keep messing with that teacher anymore."
"What face do teachers have in your house? Alright, I'll go write you a self-criticism. We're having dumplings and wine tonight, so get on with the arrangements."
After Li Jianguo finished speaking, he picked up the notebook and pencil on the table, walked to his desk, and began to write a self-criticism.
Looking at the two words on the notebook, he said, "This is your handwriting, it's like a dog's scribbles."
Even second-grade students write better than you. Do you want me to enroll you in a tutoring class so you can learn from it?
By the way, how did you get Director Wang to reduce the 3,000-word self-criticism to 500 words?
"Hey, you'll find out in a couple of days. Director Wang won't let us say anything right now."
It seems we need to submit a report to higher authorities, and if it fails and gets leaked, it would be incredibly embarrassing.
"Hey Li, when you write your self-criticism, write it at a fourth or fifth grade elementary school level. Don't give yourself away," Sha Zhu said.
"What do you need to report? Tell me. Don't worry, don't you trust our brotherly relationship?" Brother Li asked curiously.
"It's nothing, it's just that your neighborhood committee is planning to open a small restaurant."
It can be used as a place for your staff to eat, or you can sell it to others to increase your income.
"Director Wang asked me to take on three apprentices. Director Wang doesn't know if it will work out, and he told me not to tell anyone," Sha Zhu said.
As Li Jianguo began writing his self-criticism, Sha Zhu continued,
"You write this down first, I'll go back and check how much mutton we have left. I'll go back and knead the dough, and we'll make mutton dumplings for dinner."
Just as Sha Zhu was about to leave, Li Jianguo called out to him.
"Zhu Zi, I have another note here. I've tallied up all the leftover meat buns, mutton, and offal you had."
"I'll go find Director Wang to sign off on this later. When you get back, come find me and we'll collect the money."
Sha Zhu waved his hand and said, "I know, there's no rush, I'll go home first."
After leaving the neighborhood office, Sha Zhu glanced at the sky; it was already late afternoon.
The neighbors nearby looked visibly fearful when they saw Sha Zhu come out of the neighborhood office.
Sha Zhu could tell from their expressions that there was a faint sense of estrangement.
Sha Zhu was already used to it; when He Daqing ran off with the widow, the news spread throughout Nanluoguxiang.
When I first moved here, no one liked Sha Zhu and his sister. But over time, they integrated into the community and it got much better.
The neighbors nearby now looked even more frightened, but Sha Zhu didn't seem to care.
I wonder if the adults will stop their children from playing in the rain.
But it's alright, whether those kids come or not, the adults at home can't keep an eye on them.
At worst, I'll just bring out some delicious food and keep a few of my close friends by my side; then those adults can't do anything about it.
Aunt Hu was sitting at the entrance of the alley chatting with her neighbors when she saw Sha Zhu come out. She clearly felt a little scared.
But I just saw Sha Zhu wink at me, he must want to talk to me about something.
Besides, my son is riding someone else's bicycle. Should I go over there or not?
Finally, gritting his teeth, he said to the group of middle-aged women, "Oh dear, it's almost dinnertime..."
I need to hurry back and check the stove to see if it's turned off. It'll be time to cook soon. You guys chat for a bit, I'll go home and check.
As she spoke, Aunt Hu stood up and followed Sha Zhu discreetly a short distance behind.
Upon entering the alley and arriving at Sha Zhu's door, Aunt Hu asked nervously, "Zhu Zi, did you need something from me earlier?"
Sha Zhu looked at the somewhat nervous Aunt Hu and said...
"Aunt Hu, I just recommended a job to you with Director Wang from the neighborhood office, but I don't know if it will work out yet."
When Aunt Hu heard that she was being offered a job, she immediately stopped being nervous and opened her mouth wide.
He asked, somewhat incredulously, "Really, Pillar? You said you introduced me to a job?"
Sha Zhu quickly gestured for Aunt Hu to lower her voice, saying, "Didn't I say we can't say for sure right now?"
Wait a minute, wait until all the neighbors have gone home to cook, and when no one is around, go to the neighborhood office and find Director Wang.
Also, Aunt Hu, please don't let anyone else know that I introduced you to this job.
I don't want all the neighbors coming to me asking for job recommendations, and it would be best if your son and daughter-in-law didn't tell them either.
Just make up an excuse, say you were helping out at the neighborhood office and Director Wang introduced you. Do you understand?
Aunt Hu nodded happily and said, "I understand, I understand, Zhu Zi, don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
I'll go find Director Wang in a little while.
"I knew it! That damned street thug, not paying for his meal, deserved to be beaten to death. How could Director Wang possibly punish him?"
"Alright, Aunt Hu, there is still punishment. Director Wang wants me to write a 3,000-word self-criticism. It's driving me crazy."
"You go ahead and get busy, I'm going home for a bit, I also need to go to the neighborhood office later." Sha Zhu said, opening his front door and entering the yard.