Siheyuan: I am stupid, I don't want to be a bootlicker

Siheyuan: I'm a fool, I don't want to be a bootlicker! Author: Baizi

Summary:

Brain hole, Siheyuan, two-dimensional, fan fiction, system, crossing, cool text, animation, high-quality brain hole

When He Yu woke up, he found himself traveling back in time and becoming the "Siheyuan God of War" He Yuzhu. He awakened the golden finger space analysis and was possessed by the God of Cooking in minutes.

An old man likes moral blackmail?

I'll kidnap you first!

Qin Huairu is both in power and in office?

It doesn’t matter, the one who comes to bring warmth is called Sister Qin, and the one who wants to suck blood is Widow Qin.

Lou Xiaoe?

I'm sorry, Xu Damao, this is my wife!

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When He Yu woke up, he found himself traveling back in time and becoming He Yuzhu from the Siheyuan.

The golden finger essential for time travel - space analysis is also awakened.

He has an extra portable space in his body, which, in addition to storing things, can also analyze the best cooking methods for every dish he has ever eaten.

The most important thing is that for anyone, as long as he concentrates and takes a look, the space can analyze the other person's physical condition and then formulate corresponding nourishing and medicinal foods.

In order to improve his cooking skills, He Yuzhu ate at all the cheap restaurants in the nearby alleys for a month.

Of course, it’s not that he doesn’t want to go to high-end places like Quanjude and Xianfenglou, but he is really short of money, which greatly limits his progress.

Today is an important day for He Yuzhu. The canteen foreman, also known as Chef Huang, is retiring, and the person who will take over as foreman is Chef Huang’s apprentice Xiaopang (slightly modified for the plot needs).

In the past, Sha Zhu would have had no feelings at all about this kind of thing.

But now, not to mention the spatial analysis plug-in, he was already a star chef even before he traveled through time. Now that he has such an opportunity, he will naturally seize it to climb up.

While everyone was taking a break at noon, He Yuzhu made the simplest stir-fried bean sprouts in the kitchen and took it to Deputy Director Li's office.

Deputy Director Li is in charge of the logistics of the steel rolling mill. Although he is a villain, he is very good to his own people.

Later, after Director Yang was transferred, he successfully took over the position.

"bang bang bang"

He Yuzhu came to Deputy Director Li's office and knocked on the door. At this time, Li Weiguo was preparing for lunch break. He frowned when he heard someone knocking on the door.

But soon, he sniffed, and a faint fragrance entered his nostrils, like fried bean sprouts.

Deputy Director Li has a wide circle of friends and is also a gourmet, so he often treats guests to meals in the canteen.

As soon as I smelled the fragrance, I swallowed subconsciously.

"Enter."

When He Yuzhu heard the voice, he immediately pushed the door open.

……

In the afternoon, Master Huang saw that the kitchen was almost cleaned up, so he put his hands behind his back and walked around the kitchen in a figure-eight manner, and then prepared to go off work.

"Xiaopang, from now on..."

Master Huang was about to give Xiao Pang some instructions when he saw Secretary Zhou from the office come in from the door:

"Oh, Master Huang hasn't finished get off work yet. I just happen to have something I want to ask for your advice on."

Secretary Zhou is Deputy Director Li's man. Normally, he is the one who passes messages on behalf of Deputy Director Li.

"You're welcome, Secretary Zhou. Just tell me what you need."

"It's like this. Deputy Director Li wants to hold a cooking competition and select the best chef from the canteen to take over as the foreman. Isn't it necessary to ask you to take charge?"

As soon as Secretary Zhou said this, Master Huang and Xiaopang's faces changed at the same time.

Originally, it had already been decided that Xiaopang would take over Master Huang's shift. Although Master Huang had come to work for more than half a month, it was basically Xiaopang who was in charge.

"This……"

Master Huang was in a dilemma. He didn't know what Deputy Director Li was up to.

"That's fine. Master Huang, please get ready. Deputy Director Li and several other leaders will be here in half an hour."

Secretary Zhou didn't wait for Master Huang to speak. He smiled and said this before turning around and leaving.

……

When He Yuzhu returned home, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

There are quite a few chefs participating in the cooking competition in the cafeteria. After all, they have all worked in the kitchen for several years. Who would like to have a hairy little fat guy pressing down on them?

Besides, they thought their cooking skills were not much worse than Xiaopang’s.

However, the final result surprised everyone:

The fool who was least likely to win won the final victory with the simplest dish of stewed potatoes and cabbage.

Even Deputy Director Li, Chief Pang of the Security Department, Chief Hu of the Logistics Department, and Director Huo of the Office, who were acting as judges, all requested that Comrade He Yuzhu cook a few more dishes to fill their stomachs as they had not eaten enough in the afternoon.

The food smelled delicious, but the canteen director Wang Weiguo, the foreman Master Huang, and the next foreman Xiaopang, seemed to have no taste for it.

I spent the whole day hunting geese, but ended up getting my eyes pecked by a sparrow!

He Yuzhu doesn't care about the position of head chef. The problem he urgently wants to solve is salary.

After becoming a chef, his salary will increase directly from 18 yuan as an apprentice to 37 yuan. With the foreman's allowance, he will earn 5 yuan a month.

After passing through the front yard and entering the middle yard, He Yuzhu was about to enter his room when he saw the door of the Jia family next door suddenly open. Qin Huairu came out of the house wearing a thin floral top:

"Zhu Zi, what are you busy with today? Why are you back so late?"

While Qin Huairu was speaking, she glanced at He Yuzhu's hands and saw that they were empty. She couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

"It's Sister Qin. We have a temporary overtime in the cafeteria. Aren't you going to bed so late?"

Qin Huairu's husband Jia Dongxu is a third-level fitter in the steel rolling mill and an apprentice of Yi Zhonghai, a senior official in the yard.

Qin Huairu died of a work-related accident a year ago. She went to the factory to replace Jia Dongxu's job and worked as an apprentice in the steel rolling mill, earning 22 yuan a month.

For a woman, taking care of her mother-in-law and raising three children, life is naturally not easy.

In the past year, out of He Yuzhu's monthly salary of 18 yuan, 10 yuan went into the pocket of the widow Qin, and the most important thing was that in the end he didn't even touch her hand.

"Hey, I'm just worried about you. Before going to bed, Banggeng kept asking me why his uncle He hadn't come back yet."

Qin Huairu smiled and responded casually: "Since you are back, I feel relieved. Go to bed early. You still have to go to work tomorrow."

He Yuzhu didn't bring a lunch box, and she was too lazy to pretend to be nice.

"Okay, then you should go to bed early too."

He Yuzhu said this with a smile on his face, but he was thinking in his heart: Will that ungrateful little bastard Banggeng ask me?

I guess he is thinking about my lunch box?

The next day, He Yuzhu got up early to go to work. The news that he would replace Master Huang as the canteen foreman was already written on the big blackboard of the steel mill.

As soon as they entered the kitchen, everyone who used to call him "Silly Zhu" started to either say "Hello, Master He" or "Good morning, Brother Zhu."

He Yuzhu responded with a smile, took out a box of Daqianmen from his pocket, distributed it to everyone one by one, said a few polite words, and everyone started to get busy.

The foreman doesn't have to do everything himself, but as He Yuzhu was the new official, he naturally helped everyone prepare lunch.

Everything is ready, He Yuzhu directly sets up the pot and prepares to stir-fry some shredded potatoes.

Although the big pot meal is not so particular, it can best reflect a chef's skills.

Seeing this scene, everyone stopped what they were doing and wanted to see He Yuzhu's craftsmanship.

The fat boy who had been hiding behind everyone all morning suddenly squeezed over to He Yuzhu and asked with a sincere smile and expectation:

"Chef He, how about I help you?"

When everyone in the kitchen heard what Xiaopang said, they all sighed at how thick-skinned he was, while waiting to see what He Yuzhu would say.

After all, everyone knew that the position of foreman was originally supposed to belong to Xiaopang, but was snatched away by He Yuzhu halfway.

If you say that Xiaopang doesn't have any ideas in his mind, he is just burning newspapers at the grave to fool ghosts!

He Yuzhu glanced at Xiaopang with a half-smile:

"Oh, I don't deserve that. You are Master Huang's apprentice. Even if Master Huang retires, your cooking skills are still good enough to make you a great chef."

"Master He, you are flattering me. With your cooking skills, you can even be the head chef at Xianfeng Restaurant. From now on, I, Xiao Pang, will learn from you. Do you think it's okay?"

There was no trace of embarrassment on Xiaopang's face, as if the incident of He Yuzhu intercepting his foreman halfway had never happened.

The smile on his face and the tone of his voice were as sincere as they could be.

When everyone saw his appearance, they couldn't help but curse him in their hearts as "ungrateful wolf, bastard".

Xiaopang is Master Huang's apprentice. These days, an apprentice is half as good as a master. In the future, he will take care of Master Huang in his old age and see him to the end of his life. He will also have a share in the filial piety of breaking pots.

Now, Master Huang has just retired, and Xiaopang can't wait to change jobs and climb up the social ladder. Isn't this ungrateful?

"Xiaopang, just rest assured. Whether Master Huang is here or not, you are still a good cook in our kitchen.

Besides, it’s not impossible for you to let me teach you.”

He Yuzhu paused here and glanced at Xiaopang.

As expected, the smile on Xiaopang's face became even more intense, and a barely perceptible contempt flashed in the depths of his eyes.

On the other hand, everyone around had a strange look on their face.

In fact, many people secretly thought:

Hey, this idiot is still an idiot. Even if he becomes a chef, he is still an idiot!

Since Xiaopang is Master Huang's apprentice, you, Shazhu, took the initiative to teach Xiaopang how to cook without going through the master. Isn't this obviously stealing his apprentice?

If Master Huang knew about this, would he let you, Shazhu, go?

"In that case, I, Xiaopang, will be your apprentice from now on."

Xiaopang didn't care what other people thought. He quickly took advantage of the situation and confirmed the matter with one sentence in front of everyone in the kitchen.

"Little Fatty, don't be in a hurry and listen to me finish."

He Yuzhu waved his hands and looked at Xiaopang with a smile. Xiaopang's heart skipped a beat and he suddenly had a bad feeling.

“You first worshipped Master Huang. If you want me to teach you now, you must first invite Master Huang over and ask Master Huang’s opinion in front of everyone.

If Master Huang agrees, I will naturally not refuse."

When the people in the kitchen heard what He Yuzhu said, they all nodded in agreement, thinking to themselves:

Hey, this silly Zhu, no wonder he can become a chef, it turns out he has become smarter!

Xiaopang's face suddenly turned pale. He had intended to dig a hole for He Yuzhu, but he ended up burying himself in it:

Now, everyone knows that after Master Huang retired, his little fat boy was ungrateful and wanted to find another rich man.

Not to mention other people, even Master Huang would not let him go if he knew about it.

"How about you help me out a little bit?"

He Yuzhu pointed at the cooking pot with a spoon and asked back with a smile.

"Snapped!"

Xiaopang felt as if an invisible big hand slapped him hard in the face.

"Um, Master He, I, I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable..."

Even though Xiaopang had a face as thick as the bend of a city wall, he couldn't withstand the contemptuous and disdainful looks of so many people present, and he left the kitchen without finishing his words.

At noon, before the workers got off work and entered the canteen, they smelled the fragrance: