In the fiery red era of the heavens, refrigerators are refreshed daily.

On Saturday, the occasional sound of bicycle bells from afar broke the afternoon tranquility.

Yang Guangming closed the last report and rubbed his slightly sore eyes.

He glanced at his watch; it was almost time. He stood up, put on the coat draped over the back of his chair, and walked briskly out of the office building.

In the factory area, the get off work bell had not yet rung, but some workers who had finished their work were already moving around.

Yang Guangming walked straight toward the security office at the factory gate.

His steps were steady and composed, his white shirt collar was crisp, and his dark blue trousers were pressed straight. He looked clean and neat, exuding the unique spirit of a young cadre.

Before I even reached the door, I saw that familiar tall figure.

Chu Dahu stood outside the duty room, his back ramrod straight. He wore a brand-new dark blue security uniform and a military cap, looking exceptionally smart and capable. The uniform was slightly tight on him, outlining his strong muscles, a testament to his physical labor.

The winter sun shone on his bronze face, reflecting a healthy glow.

He seemed to be listening attentively to an old security guard giving instructions, nodding occasionally with a focused expression.

More than a week of factory life has given this young man, who just returned from the countryside, a greater sense of discipline and composure befitting a worker.

Yang Guangming didn't disturb him immediately, but stood a short distance away and waited quietly.

He noticed Chu Dahu's focused expression as he listened, his posture upright, clearly indicating that he was trying to adapt to the new work environment and requirements.

Chu Dahu quickly noticed him, his eyes lit up, and a smile immediately spread across his face. He quickly said a few words to the old security guard before walking briskly toward Yang Guangming.

His strides were long, carrying the boldness unique to young people.

"Guangming! What brings you here? Are you off work?" Chu Dahu's voice was loud and clear, with an obvious expression of pleasure.

As you get closer, you can see fine beads of sweat on his forehead, clearly indicating that he has just finished patrolling or training.

"The bell hasn't rung yet, but I'm free now, so I snuck out for a bit." Yang Guangming smiled and looked him up and down. "How's it going, Tiger Head? How's this week going? You look pretty professional in your outfit."

Chu Dahu tugged at the hem of his uniform, chuckled, and revealed a set of white teeth: "I've adapted! I've adapted so well! It's much better than toiling in the fields! Section Chief Wang and Brother Zhou have been very kind to me, but there are a lot of rules, so I have to learn them slowly."

He raised his hand to straighten his hat, his movements still a little clumsy, but very earnest.

"Take your time, no rush. Security work is a serious responsibility, so being careful is always a good thing." Yang Guangming nodded. "Tomorrow is Sunday, your day off. Do you have any plans?"

"No, I just got back. There's nothing urgent at home. I'll probably just help my dad tidy up his things or sleep in." Chu Dahu scratched his head and then added, "But my dad said that since I've taken a government job, I have to live up to it. He told me to learn more and not embarrass the factory."

"That's perfect," Yang Guangming said. "I'll treat you to lunch tomorrow. Come to my dorm for drinks."

"Eating out again? No, no, that's too expensive!" Chu Dahu quickly waved his hand, still feeling guilty about the lavish welcome dinner at the train station last time. He waved his rough hands in the air, revealing his simple sincerity.

"We're not going out to a restaurant. We'll just stay in my dorm and make ourselves some simple food and drinks," Yang Guangming explained calmly. "Besides you, I've also invited Section Chief Wang Weidong and Team Leader Zhou Dayong, who lives across the hall from me."

Chu Dahu was taken aback for a moment, a hint of confusion flashing across his dark face, before he understood Yang Guangming's intention.

Wang Weidong, the head of the security section, was his immediate superior, while Zhou Dayong was the leader of their security team.

Guangming was deliberately creating this opportunity to help him maintain and expand his interpersonal relationships. His eyes immediately became complicated, showing both gratitude and a hint of trepidation.

A surge of warmth welled up in Chu Dahu's heart, and his throat tightened. His good friend had thought of him so thoughtfully; this affection was deeply moving. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but for a moment, he didn't know how to express himself.

"Guangming... this... thank you!" Finally, Chu Dahu patted Yang Guangming's shoulder forcefully, a thousand words contained in that gesture. His palm was thick and strong, patting Yang Guangming's shoulder with unmistakable sincerity.

"Why are you being so polite with me?" Yang Guangming smiled. "Come over early tomorrow and give me a hand. Dinner will be served around 11:30."

"No problem! I'll definitely be there early!" Chu Dahu nodded emphatically, agreeing immediately with a determined look in his eyes.

"Okay, it's settled then. I'm off." Yang Guangming chatted with him for a bit more about the factory's recent situation before turning and walking towards the residential area.

Chu Dahu stood there watching Yang Guangming's retreating figure, feeling a warm glow in his heart, which gave him more confidence and anticipation for his future life in the factory.

The next day, Sunday, the weather was fine.

Before 10 a.m., Chu Dahu appeared in the stairwell of the tenement building where Yang Guangming lived.

He had deliberately changed into a faded work shirt and dark trousers, old but clean and tidy. His hair was clearly carefully combed and still damp with moisture.

He was carrying a small piece of tofu, which he had bought with the tofu coupons he still had from the month. Although it wasn't anything valuable, he felt it wouldn't be right to go empty-handed.

He knocked on the door, and Yang Guangming's voice came from inside: "Coming."

The door opened, and Yang Ming, dressed in a slightly worn light blue work shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a dark apron tied around his waist, looked neat and tidy. A faint aroma of food wafted from the room.

"You're here so early, Tiger Head." Yang Guangming stepped aside to let him in.

"Anyway, I had nothing else to do, so I came over early to see if there was anything I could help with." Chu Dahu walked into the house with a smile and handed over the tofu he was carrying. "I just happened to have some tofu coupons left over, so I brought a piece of tofu to add to the dish."

Yang Guangming took the tofu without ceremony: "Perfect timing, I have some scallions at home, I can make braised tofu with scallions." He weighed the tofu in his hand, "This tofu looks quite fresh, you bought it from the grocery store this morning, right?"

"That's right, I went to queue up early this morning, just in case I didn't get any." Chu Dahu said, curiously looking around Yang Guangming's dormitory.

Although I came here a couple of days ago, it was a rushed visit and I didn't get to look around properly. Today I'll take the opportunity to wander around and examine it more closely.

The large outer room was divided into three smaller spaces, making it feel quite compact, but it was kept clean and tidy. The snow-white walls and gleaming windows, along with the simple furniture, exuded a sense of meticulously maintained living space.

Several books and a notebook were neatly arranged on the desk by the window in the inner room, and the quilt on the bed was folded squarely.

"You've tidied up this room really well," Chu Dahu praised sincerely. Compared to his own cramped and noisy shikumen house, this place was practically paradise. His gaze swept around the room, filled with a mixture of envy and admiration.

"It was all set up when we first moved in. We bought secondhand furniture, as long as it's comfortable to live in." Yang Guangming took the tofu to the cubicle that had been converted into a small kitchen.

There was a small kerosene stove, several pots and pans that were polished to a shine, and a few simple cooking utensils hanging on the wall; everything was in perfect order.

As the two were talking, footsteps came from the doorway.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Dayong's loud voice rang out from outside the door: "Guangming, is Da Hu here?"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Dayong from across the hall appeared at the door with a smile.

He was off work today, wearing a faded blue shirt that made him look even more robust. He was also carrying a bowl containing several roasted sweet potatoes.

"Brother Zhou!" Chu Dahu quickly greeted him. Zhou Dayong had given him a lot of guidance at work this week.

"I knew it was you as soon as I heard your voice." Zhou Dayong walked into the house, naturally pulled up a chair and sat down, placing the roasted sweet potato on the corner of the table. "Your sister-in-law just roasted these, eat them while they're still hot."

He then asked with a smile, "How's it going, Big Tiger? You've been working for a week now, are you getting used to it?"

"With Brother Zhou's help, I feel great and I've basically gotten used to it," Chu Dahu replied with a smile.

The three men smoked and chatted.

Zhou Dayong and Yang Guangming mostly asked Chu Dahu about his work experience this week and whether he had encountered any difficulties. Chu Dahu answered them one by one, and the atmosphere was relaxed and harmonious.

Zhou Dayong is a straightforward and capable man. Ever since he helped Yang Guangming a lot in the warehouse fire case a few years ago, the two have had a good relationship.

Later, Yang Guangming intentionally or unintentionally created opportunities. Every time he invited Wang Weidong to drink at his home, he would invite Zhou Dayong along, giving Zhou Dayong more opportunities to perform in front of Wang Weidong. In addition, Zhou Dayong himself proved to be capable, and is now the head of the core security team of the security department.

Yang Guangming was naturally at ease knowing that Chu Dahu was assigned to Zhou Dayong's subordinates and would be looked after by his own people.

Zhou Dayong patiently explained some work details to Chu Dahu, and the two of them occasionally burst into hearty laughter. Yang Guangming nodded to himself inwardly.

Just after 11 o'clock, Wang Weidong arrived on time.

He wasn't wearing his uniform today; instead, he wore a nearly new dark gray Zhongshan suit, the buttons still fastened meticulously, and he carried a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor). His hair was neatly combed, and his steps were steady and powerful.

"Section Chief Wang." Yang Guangming stood up to greet him.

"Section Chief is here, please come in." Zhou Dayong also stood up.

Chu Dahu immediately stood up straight and greeted him somewhat awkwardly, "Hello, Section Chief Wang."

Wang Weidong's gaze swept across the room, landing on Chu Dahu. He nodded slightly, his face expressionless, but his tone was still gentle: "Yes, it's your day off, relax." He handed the bottle of liquor in his hand to Yang Guangming: "I brought a bottle of Fenjiu."

"Oh, this is good wine, Section Chief Wang. You've gone to a lot of trouble." Yang Guangming took the wine and said with a smile, "Please have a seat. My preparations are almost complete."

Wang Weidong sat down at the table, and Zhou Dayong handed him a cigarette and lit it for him. Chu Dahu, on the other hand, was busy finding a glass and pouring water, his movements slightly tense but still steady.

Yang Guangming put away the wine that Wang Weidong had brought, then turned around and took things out of the small compartment that served as a storage room.

A glistening, fragrant drunken chicken, a large plate of thinly sliced, reddish-brown pork knuckle, and several halved salted duck eggs were brought out one by one and placed aside for the time being.

These were all prepared in advance from the "refrigerator space" and are ready to be served now.

"Guangming, you're living the good life!" Zhou Dayong's eyes lit up as he looked at the dishes. "This drunken chicken smells amazing, and this braised pork knuckle is authentic!" He leaned closer to sniff and showed a look of delight.

"A friend gave it to me, and I'm just taking it out to entertain everyone today."

Yang Guangming gave a vague reply, then said to Zhou Dayong, "Brother Zhou, my wife just came over and said that her braised ribbonfish will be ready soon. She brought us a bowl to add to our meal. Thank you so much, please tell her for me when you get back."

"Hey, don't thank me, you're being too polite. Her cooking is just passable." Zhou Dayong said modestly, but with a smile on his face.

"You're being dramatic, aren't you? I just really crave my sister-in-law's braised ribbonfish," Yang Guangming laughed.

Yang Guangming got up and started preparing, and the piece of tofu that Chu Dahu had brought over also came in handy.

He deftly heated oil in a wok and stir-fried tofu with scallions on a small kerosene stove, instantly filling the air with a fragrant aroma. The tofu sizzled in the wok, and the aroma of scallions permeated the air, making one's mouth water.

Finally, Yang Guangming stir-fried some bok choy. The bright green leaves tumbled in the hot oil, maintaining their vibrant color.

Just then, Zhou Dayong's wife, Sister Yang, came over with a large bowl of steaming hot braised ribbonfish in a rich sauce. She greeted everyone with a smile, saying, "I don't have any fancy dishes, just something to add some flavor." After putting down the bowl, she went back to her work.

The small stool was suddenly filled to the brim.

Drunken chicken, braised pork knuckle, salted duck eggs, braised ribbonfish, braised tofu with scallions, and stir-fried bok choy—six dishes in total, including both meat and vegetables, and both hot and cold dishes. In these days, it's considered an extremely sumptuous meal.

The rice steaming on the coal stove was emitting a rich aroma, and everyone could have a bowl of rice when they had almost finished drinking.

"Come, come, sit down, don't be shy." Yang Guangming, as the host, invited everyone to sit down.

He took out two bottles of Xifeng liquor, along with the bottle of Fenjiu that Wang Weidong had brought, and placed them aside: "There's plenty of liquor today, everyone can drink as much as they want."

Looking at the table of dishes, Wang Weidong revealed a barely perceptible smile: "Guangming, you've gone to such lengths. Every time I come to your house for dinner, there are always a few fancy dishes. If you keep doing this, I might as well just stay here and never leave."

"You're so lucky! You always come at the perfect time. Whatever good food I have, it all ends up in your stomach." Yang Guangming smiled as he opened a bottle of Xifeng liquor and poured it for everyone. "Hu Tou just got back. He'll need Director Wang and Brother Zhou to guide and take care of him in the department from now on."

Chu Dahu quickly raised his glass and said sincerely, "Section Chief Wang, Brother Zhou, I toast you! I'm new here and there are many things I don't understand. I will definitely study hard and never let you down!"

Wang Weidong picked up his glass, clinked it against his, and said succinctly, "Do a good job." Then he took a sip of his drink.

Zhou Dayong downed his drink in one gulp: "Brother Dahu is a true man, no doubt about it! If you ever need anything, just let me know!" He wiped his mouth and laughed heartily.

Yang Guangming also had a drink with everyone, and then invited everyone to eat: "Everyone, pick up your chopsticks and try it out."

During the meal, Yang Guangming frequently served food to everyone, and the atmosphere gradually became lively.

Zhou Dayong was a talkative man, and he told several amusing stories from the factory, which made everyone laugh. Wang Weidong, though not very talkative, would occasionally chime in, mostly sharing his experiences with the factory's security work.

Chu Dahu was initially a little reserved, but under the influence of alcohol and the relaxed atmosphere, he gradually opened up. He talked about his experiences in the countryside, which were tough but also full of interesting stories. He told them vividly and interestingly, which Wang Weidong and Zhou Dayong listened to with great interest.

“When we first came to the countryside, everything was new and exciting. After we finished work, a few of us educated youth volunteered to lead that precious old yellow ox back to the cowshed.”

Chu Dahu took a sip of wine, his face flushed. "That old ox is incredibly stubborn. On the way here, it somehow broke free of its reins and started eating the crops in the field. We, the educated youth, rushed to chase it away, but it wouldn't listen and even threw a tantrum, knocking us all over the place!"

Zhou Dayong burst into laughter: "Good heavens, you city kids have never seen anything like this before!"

"you do not say!"

Chu Dahu laughed too, "We were chased all over the place by the cow, but in the end the old Party Secretary came and shouted a few times, and the cow obediently followed his orders."

Later, the old Party Secretary told us that we had to use the right methods to deal with livestock. Strength alone wasn't enough; we also had to understand their temperament.

Because of this incident, we, the educated youth, were ridiculed by the villagers for a long time. It was incredibly embarrassing!

Wang Weidong laughed along, and unusually chimed in, "That makes sense. It's the same with security work; you can't just rely on brute force. You need to know yourself and your enemy, and you need to know the methods."

Yang Guangming chimed in at the opportune moment: "Hu Tou's personality is actually quite suitable for being a security guard. I remember when I was a kid in the alley, whenever any of the kids in the neighborhood had a fight, he would be the one to mediate. He spoke so eloquently that everyone respected him."

Chu Dahu scratched his head sheepishly: "Those were just mischievous things from when I was a kid, nothing to mention."

Zhou Dayong patted him on the shoulder: "This shows you've had this ability since you were a child! Keep up the good work, and you're sure to have a bright future!"

After several rounds of drinks and several dishes, the atmosphere at the table became even more lively. Yang Guangming opened another bottle of wine and filled everyone's glasses.

Chu Dahu was originally an outgoing and forthright person. After spending several years working in the countryside, he became more mature and his speech became more organized.

His sincerity and tenacity in conversation easily won the favor of Wang Weidong and Zhou Dayong.

Yang Guangming skillfully steered the conversation, talking about interesting things at the factory, discussing recent news, and occasionally mentioning Chu Dahu's cleverness and honesty when he was in the countryside.

Wang Weidong didn't talk much, but he listened very carefully. Occasionally, he would ask Chu Dahu a question or two, mostly about how to handle emergencies during patrols.

Chu Dahu combined the knowledge he had learned this week with his own understanding, and although his answer was not perfect, it was clear that he had thought it through carefully.

Zhou Dayong would occasionally crack jokes and tell funny stories about the security department to ease Chu Dahu's potential tension.

"I remember when I first joined the security department," Zhou Dayong said, taking a sip of his drink. "Once, during a night patrol, I saw a dark shadow loitering near the warehouse. I thought my chance to earn merit had come, and I was incredibly excited! But when I got closer, it turned out to be just a stray cat catching a mouse. The shadow it cast was rather frightening, so all my excitement was for nothing!"

Everyone laughed, and Wang Weidong's lips curled up slightly as he said with a smile, "I hope you never have the chance to make a contribution like this."

Yang Guangming chimed in, "This shows that Brother Zhou has a strong sense of responsibility and doesn't overlook any clues. If he were careless, problems would have arisen."

Chu Dahu said earnestly, "This is also experience. Brother Zhou has a lot of experience, and I need to learn more from him."

The drinking session lasted quite a while, from 11:30 a.m. until after 2 p.m.

Although Wang Weidong was serious, he had a good tolerance for alcohol, and his face only turned slightly red.

Zhou Dayong had drunk a bit too much and became more talkative, putting his arm around Chu Dahu's shoulder and calling him brother.

Chu Dahu was indeed a heavy drinker; after downing a pound of baijiu, his eyes remained clear. Yang Guangming, on the other hand, remained sober throughout.

Seeing that it was almost time, Wang Weidong put down his chopsticks first: "Alright, I have some things to do this afternoon, so let's call it a day. Thank you for the hospitality, the food and the wine were excellent." He stood up and straightened his clothes.

Yang Guangming stood up: "Since the food and wine are so good, we should come more often in the future."

Wang Weidong smiled and agreed, saying he would come back to "rob the rich" again in the future. Yang Guangming and Chu Dahu escorted Wang Weidong to the entrance of the building.

Wang Weidong stopped at the door and turned to Chu Dahu: "Dahu, do a good job. The security department is a place to train people. If you don't understand anything, ask Team Leader Zhou, or you can come directly to me."

"Yes, Section Chief Wang! I will definitely do my best!" Chu Dahu straightened his back and answered solemnly.

Wang Weidong nodded and said to Yang Guangming, "Guangming, come visit our security department when you have time."

"Of course, Section Chief Wang, take care." Yang Guangming smiled and watched him go downstairs.

When the two returned, Zhou Dayong also stood up unsteadily, hiccuping, "I can't take it anymore, I have to... I have to go back and lie down for a while. Guangming, Dahu, you drank to your heart's content! Next time... next time it's my treat!" His face was flushed, but he looked happy.

Yang Guangming helped him up, saying, "Brother Zhou, take it easy. I'll take you there."

"No need, no need, it's just across the street, only a few steps away..." Zhou Dayong waved his hand, staggered out the door, and went back to the house across the street.

Before leaving, he turned back to Chu Dahu and said, "Brother Dahu, tomorrow... tomorrow in class, let's see how your brother teaches you a couple of tricks!"

After the two guests left, the room fell silent, leaving only Yang Guangming and Chu Dahu, and the table littered with cups and plates.

The sounds of children playing could be heard outside the window, and in the distance, a radio could be faintly playing revolutionary songs.

The two exchanged a smile and began to clean up. Yang Guangming cleared the dishes, while Chu Dahu wiped the table; they worked together seamlessly.

While tidying up, Yang Guangming said, "Tiger Head, I think Section Chief Wang and Brother Zhou have a pretty good impression of you."

"Yes, Section Chief Wang doesn't talk much, but he seems like a very upright person. Brother Zhou is even more kind-hearted." Chu Dahu wiped the table and nodded, "Guangming, I'm sorry to have troubled you again." His voice was deep and full of sincere gratitude.

“Between brothers, let’s not talk about this.” Yang Guangming waved his hand and took the bowls and chopsticks to the small kitchen. “Once you’ve settled down a bit more and things are going more smoothly at work, I’ll take you to visit Leader He’s family sometime.”

Chu Dahu paused, his expression turning serious: "It's my duty! Leader He has been so helpful, I should have come to thank you long ago! Whenever is convenient for you, I'm available anytime!"

Although they had never met, Chu Dahu felt deeply grateful to Leader He, whom he had never met before.

He knew that without Leader He's intervention, he would never have been able to return to the city so smoothly and get into such a good unit.

Yang Guangming continued, "Leader He is busy with work. I'll make an appointment with him in advance when he has some free time. We can go together then to formally express our gratitude. It will also let Leader He see you, in case we need to trouble him again in the future."

"I understand." Chu Dahu nodded solemnly. He knew that Guangming was considering his long-term future and paving the way for him early on.

After clearing away the dishes, Yang Guangming went to the small storage room, took out a basket that had been prepared beforehand, which contained half a basket of salted duck eggs and a large bundle of rice noodles wrapped in oil paper.

"Take these home with you," Yang Guangming said, handing the basket to Chu Dahu.

Chu Dahu looked at the contents of the basket, and his heart warmed again. Salted duck eggs and rice noodles were rare treats these days. He knew that Guangming had been sending things to his family quite often over the years, and his parents had mentioned it to him repeatedly since he returned.

This affection was already deeply engraved in his heart.

Too many words would only create distance. He took the basket and simply said heavily, "Thanks, brother." His voice was a little choked up, but he quickly regained his composure.

Yang Guangming smiled, his meaning clear without a word.

He patted Chu Dahu on the shoulder: "Alright, go back now. Give my regards to your uncle and aunt."

"Okay, I'm off then." Chu Dahu picked up his basket, turned around and went out the door, his steps firm and powerful.

Sunlight streamed to the door, watching his tall figure disappear around the corner of the stairs.

……

Time flows like water, calmly and fulfillingly.

Chu Dahu's work in the security department gradually got on track. His hard work, diligence and responsibility were quickly recognized by his colleagues, and his relationship with Wang Weidong and Zhou Dayong became more and more harmonious.

Yang Guangming continued to work in the finance department. The various reports, summaries, and budgets at the end of the year left him with almost no free time, but he enjoyed it and appreciated the challenges and sense of accomplishment that his work brought.

In the blink of an eye, New Year's Day arrived quietly amidst the hustle and bustle. In the alleyways, every household was filled with festive joy. Although resources were still scarce, people always tried their best to make the holiday more enjoyable.

The first weekend after New Year's Day was dry and cold with a howling north wind, but the sky was a clear blue and the sun was shining brightly, a rare sight.

Yang Guangming and Chu Dahu made an appointment to visit He Zhenzhong's house together today.

Yang Guangming prepared several pounds of thin-skinned, juicy pears, packed in a clean mesh bag. The items weren't expensive, but they represented his goodwill.

He knew the He family's character; anything too expensive would make them feel too distant. This seasonal fruit was both appropriate and showed a sense of warmth and sincerity.

He had reminded Chu Dahu of this beforehand.

Chu Dahu had also made all the necessary preparations well in advance.

He changed into his best khaki Zhongshan suit, which he usually couldn't bear to wear, and it was ironed very neatly.

His hair was cut short and neat, and his face showed a solemn expression that was both nervous and expectant.

He was also carrying a net bag containing a steamer of red date cakes that his mother had rushed to steam overnight. The cakes were covered with a clean white gauze and were still slightly steaming.

The two met at the alley entrance, boarded a bus, and headed towards the municipal cadres' family compound.

"Guangming, I... I'm still a little nervous." Chu Dahu looked out the window at the fleeting street scene and couldn't help but murmur, "What should I say when I see Leader He? What if I say the wrong thing..."

Yang Guangming smiled understandingly and comforted him, "Don't be nervous, Tiger Head. Uncle He and Aunt Liu are both very easygoing people and don't stand on ceremony."

Just express your sincere gratitude. Remember what I told you, sincerity is the most important thing. They value character, not superficial things.

Chu Dahu took a deep breath and nodded vigorously: "Yes! I remember! It's just... this kindness is too great, I don't know how to thank you enough."

"Just be yourself and be natural," Yang Guangming patted his shoulder.

Upon arriving at the entrance of the cadre family compound, registration and phone confirmation were still required. The guards meticulously carried out the procedures, and Chu Dahu, standing to the side, straightened his back even more as he observed the solemn environment.

After confirming by phone, the guard saluted and let them pass.

As soon as the two entered the courtyard, they saw Xiao Hai burst out of the building like a small cannonball, excitedly shouting, "Brother Guangming! And... Brother Chu!" He had obviously received the news in advance and was curiously looking at Chu Dahu, this unfamiliar "savior".

"Xiao Hai, you've grown quite a bit taller!" Yang Guangming smiled and patted his head.

Liu Yajuan greeted them with a smile: "Guangming, Dahu, come in, come in, it's cold outside." Her gaze fell on Chu Dahu, and she looked him over gently and kindly. "This must be Dahu, right? I've often heard Guangming mention you. Please come in and sit down."

"Hello, Aunt Liu!" Chu Dahu quickly bowed and greeted her, his voice trembling with nervousness and his face slightly flushed.

He handed over the red date steamed cake he had brought with both hands, saying, "This was steamed by my mother herself, just a little something... a small token of my appreciation. Please don't find it offensive."

Liu Yajuan took it, and smelling the sweet aroma of the jujube cake, her smile became even more genuine: "Oh dear, I can't accept this, it's too much trouble for your mother. It smells so good! Thank you, Dahu, and please thank your mother for me too." She stepped aside to let the two of them into the house.

He Zhenzhong was also resting at home today, sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper. When he saw them come in, he put down the newspaper and said with a gentle smile, "You've come, have a seat."

"Hello, Uncle He," Yang Guangming greeted respectfully.

"Hello, Leader He!" Chu Dahu straightened up again, his voice loud and clear. He almost instinctively wanted to salute, but only realized the occasion was inappropriate halfway up his hand and awkwardly lowered it.

He Zhenzhong was amused by his honest and simple appearance and waved his hand: "At home, you don't need to be so reserved. Just call me Uncle He."

"Finally, I've met you, Comrade Da Hu! You are indeed a handsome and capable man, looking energetic and reliable."

His gaze swept gently over Chu Dahu, and he nodded, seemingly quite satisfied.

"Yes, Uncle He!" Chu Dahu was even more excited when he heard the praise, and his face turned even redder.

Yang Guangming placed the fruit he brought next to the coffee table: "Uncle He, Aunt Liu, I brought some pears for Xiao Hai to try."

"You two kids, you come all this way, and bring gifts too," Liu Yajuan said reproachfully, but still accepted the gifts with a smile. "Don't do this again next time. If you're too polite, Auntie will really get angry." Despite her words, the smile in her eyes showed that she didn't really mind the perfectly timed gift.

Xiao Hai couldn't wait to pick up a pear, his eyes sparkling.

Liu Yajuan brewed tea for the two of them; it was the premium Tieguanyin that Yang Guangming had brought last time, and the aroma of the tea was wonderful.

After everyone took their seats according to their roles as host and guest, He Zhenzhong naturally inquired about Chu Dahu's work situation at the factory.

“Uncle He, I’m adapting quite well to the security department. Section Chief Wang and Team Leader Zhou have taken good care of me and taught me a lot.” Chu Dahu sat up straight, his hands on his knees, and answered earnestly. “It’s just that there are many rules I don’t understand at first, so I have to learn them slowly. I will definitely do my job well and live up to your expectations, and I will not let Guangming or the factory down!” His words were simple and unadorned, but full of strength and determination.

He Zhenzhong listened attentively, nodding occasionally: "Security work is of great importance, relating to the safety and order of the entire factory. We must be bold yet meticulous, adhering to principles while also being mindful of methods. If you encounter something you can't handle, consult with senior colleagues and communicate more with your Section Chief Wang."

"Yes! I understand!" Chu Dahu nodded emphatically.

"How are things at home? How are your parents' health?" He Zhenzhong asked with concern.

Mentioning his family, Chu Dahu's eyes softened, and his tone became lighter: "Everything's fine! Everyone at home is happy to see me back. My parents are in good health, except my mother's old ailment flares up occasionally, but now that I'm earning a salary, I can buy her some better medicine to help her. My younger siblings are also very considerate..."

He talked on and on about the changes in his home, though they were all trivial matters, but they were full of satisfaction and gratitude for life.

He Zhenzhong and Liu Yajuan listened attentively, occasionally interjecting with a question or two.

Yang Guangming occasionally chimed in, and the atmosphere gradually became relaxed and natural. Chu Dahu's initial nervousness also slowly dissipated, and his speech became more and more fluent.

Yang Guangming tagged a conversation at the right moment, chatting about some interesting things that happened at the factory and recent news.

He Zhenzhong also discussed the current situation with them with great interest. Although it was just a brief discussion, Chu Dahu listened with great interest and felt that it broadened his horizons.

Before we knew it, it was noon.

Liu Yajuan stood up and said with a smile, "You guys chat, I'll go check on the kitchen. Today, Auntie is making dumplings with pork and chive filling, and also stir-frying a few other dishes. Let's have a nice lunch."

Chu Dahu immediately stood up: "Aunt Liu, let me help you! I'm strong, I can knead the dough and chop the filling!" He said this sincerely, as it was common to help with cooking in the countryside and among educated youth settlements.

Liu Yajuan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled even more happily: "Oh, no need, no need. You're a guest, how can I let you do anything? It's almost done, you can just sit and chat."

But Chu Dahu was adamant, rubbing his hands together as if he wouldn't feel comfortable unless he did some work. Yang Guangming also smiled and said, "Aunt Liu, please let him lend a hand. He can't stay idle, otherwise he won't be able to eat his meal properly."

He Zhenzhong smiled and said, "That's good. It's a good thing that young people are hardworking. Yajuan, let Dahu help you out."

Liu Yajuan then agreed: "Okay, Da Hu, you can help Auntie peel the garlic."

"Okay!" Chu Dahu happily followed Liu Yajuan into the kitchen.

In the living room, He Zhenzhong and Yang Guangming continued chatting over tea. He Zhenzhong said to Yang Guangming in a low voice, "Da Hu is a good kid. He's honest, kind, observant, and a very reliable person. You've made a good friend."

Yang Guangming was also happy for Chu Dahu: "Yes, Hu Tou is honest and kind-hearted, and he knows how to repay kindness. If anyone treats him well, he would be willing to give them his whole heart."

"It's good to be honest; we can't let honest people suffer," He Zhenzhong commented.

In the kitchen, Chu Dahu deftly peeled garlic, occasionally asking Liu Yajuan if there was anything else he needed to do.

Seeing his skillful manner and sincere attitude, Liu Yajuan felt increasingly fond of this honest young man. While busy making dumplings, she chatted with him about everyday things, asking about his life in the countryside and his family situation.

Chu Dahu answered honestly to all of them, his words filled with appreciation for his current life.

Soon, the dumplings were ready. They were plump and white, like ingots, and steaming hot, served on a plate.

Liu Yajuan then cooked a few of her signature dishes: a home-style stewed fish, a bowl of fragrant braised pork, a plate of stir-fried cabbage, and a bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup. Although it wasn't particularly lavish, it was a sincere offering for entertaining guests in this day and age.

The food was served, and everyone sat down together. He Zhenzhong also opened a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor), poured a small glass for Yang Guangming and Chu Dahu, and poured some for himself as well.

"Come on, it's New Year's Day just passed, so it's a small reunion." He Zhenzhong raised his glass. "Welcome Da Hu to our home, and I wish you all the best in your work and for your family."

Overwhelmed with gratitude, Chu Dahu quickly raised his glass with both hands and said excitedly, "Thank you, Uncle He! Thank you, Aunt Liu! I... I'm not good with words, I don't know how to say anything nice. This glass is for you both! Thank you for your great kindness! I, Chu Dahu, will remember it for the rest of my life!"

After saying that, he tilted his head back and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp. He grimaced from the spiciness, but his eyes were incredibly sincere.

He Zhenzhong smiled and took a sip as well: "You've got it backwards. You saved Xiao Hai, so we should be thanking you for saving his life. From now on, we're family, so let's not talk about these things. The sentiment is enough. Eat your vegetables and dumplings, and try Aunt Liu's cooking."

The atmosphere at the gathering became even more lively.

The dumplings had generous fillings and thin wrappers, and tasted delicious. The braised pork was stewed until tender and flavorful, rich but not greasy. Chu Dahu ate with great relish, repeatedly praising Aunt Liu's excellent cooking skills.

Chu Dahu is actually a very outgoing person. After getting to know people a little better, he is no longer as reserved as he was at the beginning. He can occasionally say a funny thing or two, which makes everyone laugh.

Seeing his friend blend into the occasion so quickly and naturally, Yang Guangming was happy for him.

He frequently served food to He Zhenzhong and Liu Yajuan, and also took care of Chu Dahu, behaving with propriety and thoughtfulness.

He Zhenzhong seemed to be in a good mood, talking more than usual, and even asked Chu Dahu about his views on security work.

Based on his own experience over the past period, Chu Dahu shared some simple insights. Although there were no profound theories, every sentence was filled with seriousness and thoughtful consideration, and He Zhenzhong nodded frequently as he listened.

After the meal, Chu Dahu insisted on helping to clear the dishes, doing so very efficiently. Liu Yajuan couldn't stop him and could only laugh and let him do as he pleased.

Yang Guangming and He Zhenzhong returned to the living room to drink tea.

He Zhenzhong pondered for a moment, then said to Yang Guangming, "I've noted down Da Hu's mother's poor health. I'll ask Old Zhao at the Health Bureau later if there's any good medicine for her condition, or which hospital's specialists are particularly skilled in treating this kind of illness. If there's good news, we can arrange for her to be taken care of."

Yang Guangming felt a warmth in his heart and quickly said, "Uncle He, thank you for your trouble. On behalf of Hu Tou and his family, thank you!"

"It's nothing," He Zhenzhong waved his hand. "I'll help if I can. Da Hu is an honest kid. He can work more peacefully when his family is stable."

After sitting for a while and drinking a few cups of tea, Yang Guangming and Chu Dahu got up to say goodbye as it was getting late.

Liu Yajuan then took out a bag of pastries and a can of malted milk powder that she had prepared beforehand, and insisted that they take them back.

"The snacks are for Guangming. Dahu, take the malted milk powder to your mother so she can recover," Liu Yajuan instructed.

Chu Dahu couldn't refuse and could only thank him repeatedly.

He Zhenzhong and Liu Yajuan escorted them to the door. He Zhenzhong specifically said to Chu Dahu, "Dahu, do a good job. If you encounter any difficulties or have any family matters, you can let Guangming tell me. In the factory, you must unite with your colleagues, respect your superiors, and be down-to-earth."

"Yes! Uncle He, I will definitely remember your teachings!" Chu Dahu nodded vigorously.

Stepping out of the cadre family compound, a chilly breeze hit them, but both of them felt a warm glow in their hearts.

"Leader He... Uncle He and Aunt Liu are such good people! They are so kind!" Chu Dahu said excitedly to Yang Guangming.

"Yes, that's why we have to work even harder and not let them down."

"Yes!" Chu Dahu nodded emphatically, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.

This visit not only allowed him to express his gratitude, but also filled him with unprecedented confidence and motivation for the future.

Chu Dahu looked up at the azure sky and felt that the road beneath his feet had become wider and brighter. (End of Chapter)