I feel right at home in the world of the courtyard house.

The restaurant was bustling with noise, and waiters were lining up for their meals. Li Jing'an led two reporters in, and the waiters in line were taken aback, wondering what was going on—after all, this was the first time they had seen Li Jing'an in the staff canteen. The noise in the restaurant instantly ceased, and it fell silent.

"Come on, let's line up here." Li Jing'an led the two reporters to stand at the back of the line.

A waiter in front of Li Jing'an, feeling extremely uncomfortable, cautiously said, "Director, perhaps you could come to the front?"

"Hey, what's going on here? Just like usual, everyone line up together. Don't break the rules just because they're reporters. What have I taught you? Besides, what do you take us reporters for?" Li Jing'an quickly grabbed the waiter in front of him, smiling as he spoke, but glared at him fiercely, making the waiter tremble.

"Ah, Director Li is right. We are just ordinary staff members, no different from everyone else. We shouldn't discriminate. We are all serving the people. No one is more noble or special than anyone else," the female reporter echoed.

"Even Director Li has to line up for meals, so we can't be treated differently."

Soon it was Li Jing'an and the two reporters' turn in the line. The person serving the food had quietly changed to the head chef.

"Hey, Director, the usual today? One dish and two steamed buns," the head chef asked with a smile from the kitchen window, quite naturally.

"Yes, the same as before. Also, since we have guests today, we won't be serving cornbread today, but two white flour steamed buns. Oh, and the same goes for the two guests at the back, they'll both get white flour steamed buns, and it'll be on my tab. It's on me today."

Li Jing'an chuckled as he took out some money from his pocket and handed it to the head chef. The head chef readily accepted it, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, his movements completely natural.

After having lunch with the two reporters, Li Jing'an took the opportunity to visit the kitchen and then tour the other departments. He explained things as he walked, and upon entering the kitchen, he saw a small cart parked there with a pile of cabbages on the floor. Without hesitation, Li Jing'an rushed over—there were still some vegetables on the cart, but most of them were piled on the floor. He quickly helped load the vegetables from the floor onto the cart.

The logistics staff who came in from outside saw this and quickly ran over: "Chief, no need, no need, this is my job. I just went to smoke." He hurriedly stopped them.

"Oh, it's alright. It's too much work for you to carry all these vegetables by yourself. You take a break, I'll take care of the rest."

"No, Director..."

Ignoring all attempts to stop him, Li Jing'an kept carrying the vegetables from the ground back onto the truck. The logistics staff were almost in tears, cursing inwardly: "I just got them all off the truck, and we were almost done, and now you're putting them all back!"

Li Jing'an looked at the truck full of groceries with satisfaction and clapped his hands. Seeing the staff member's constipated expression, he led the reporter out.

"Director Li, I saw you carrying so many things just now, and you didn't even break a sweat after doing it all in one go. You're in really good shape."

"Hey, even though I've been out of the military for a few years, I've never forgotten my identity as a soldier. When the country needs me to liberate Taiwan, I'm ready to put on my uniform and go straight to the battlefield at any time."

Li Jing'an walked and talked with the two reporters, offering help whenever they encountered anything along the way. The reporters' cameras clicked incessantly as they documented the journey.

When Li Jing'an arrived at the guest room section, he immediately noticed a puddle of water near the bathroom entrance and was delighted: "Great design! This is a special opportunity for me to shine." He became increasingly satisfied and quickly grabbed a broom and mop from the toilet, bending down to mop it up.

Just then, a room attendant passed by, saw that it was the director mopping the floor, and quickly ran over to grab the mop.

"Director, how can you do this? Let me do it! I don't know where the cleaning staff has gone!" the waiter complained.

"No need, no need, I can handle it myself. You can go about your business."

Li Jing'an thought to himself: How can this person be so oblivious? Didn't he see the reporter taking pictures?

"Besides, I used to do these kinds of jobs all the time, so what's the big deal?"

"Look at you, Director, how could you do this? You've come all this way to our housekeeping department, we can't just have you start working as soon as you arrive."

Li Jing'an was already cursing in his heart: Damn it! Can't you talk properly? What do you mean I finally got to come here? He wanted to punch the waiter twice.

Fortunately, Song Yun came over from the other side and called the waiter away. Li Jing'an then continued mopping the floor. This scene was secretly witnessed by someone—Qin Huairu frowned, pondered for a moment, and then turned and left. Li Jing'an continued to lead the two reporters around.

When they arrived at the laundry room, they saw a pile of linens waiting to be changed—sheets, duvet covers, and the like—piled up haphazardly. Just then, Qin Huairu came out of the laundry room and, seeing Li Jing'an and his group, quickly came to greet them: "Oh, the director's here! What a coincidence! I was just wondering what to do. I can't handle it all by myself. Look, I need your help again."

Li Jing'an was taken aback, then quickly replied, "Hey, hey, what's this? You've worked hard; it's really not easy for one person to do it all by themselves. Come on, let me help." He smiled and reached out to help. Qin Huairu continued from the side, "Oh, you're so considerate of us grassroots employees. Look, who in our entire steel rolling mill is like you? You come out to help us all day long. Other leaders just stay in their offices all day and don't show their faces. Nobody treats us grassroots employees like family like you do, and you never put on airs."

At this moment, the female reporter also came over, grabbed Qin Huairu, and asked, "Comrade, does your Director Li usually help you with your work like this?"

"That's right! Our director never acts like a leader; he's no different from us ordinary staff members. Sometimes when guests come, they think Director Li is just an ordinary employee. Director Li not only helps us at work, but he also cares about us a lot in our personal lives. If we need anything at home, we can always ask him for help, and he never refuses."

Qin Huairu praised Li Jing'an to the reporter incessantly. Li Jing'an listened and nodded to himself: This widow Qin is really good at handling things, and she's very clever.

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Li Jing'an saw the two reporters off at the guesthouse entrance. As the car drove away, the smile on his face vanished instantly, his expression darkened, and he turned to Song Yun, saying, "Who was that person from the housekeeping department just now? They have no sense at all and almost ruined my plans."

"I'm sorry, Director, I'm late. I didn't expect this to happen..." Song Yun quickly apologized.

"Alright, go back and switch her with Qin Huairu, send her to the laundry room and have her brain washed."