Chapter 691: Everyone Came to Take Benefits of Him
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Ji Fang staggered away, and halfway through, a warm voice reached him from behind, “I won’t approve the transfer application.”
“No, Deputy Director, you’re too kind. I’d be crazy to apply for a transfer.” “Not bad, you have good taste,” the voice continued.
Ji Fang was left speechless. He felt defeated; he couldn’t even transfer.
“Hehehe…” Su Wen pretended to be naive, refusing to disclose her thoughts.
“Don’t be silly. Didn’t you just say you were hungry?” Zhou Hengyang pulled Su Wen over and seated her, asking, “What do you want to eat? I’ll have the chef make it.”
Surveying the laid-out dishes on the dining table—braised pork with pickled vegetables, eggplant, cowpeas, and a bottle of red wine—Su Wen couldn’t help but think, “Zhou Hengguang is indeed as picky as described in the original novel. ”
However, the combination of braised pork with pickled vegetables and imported red wine seemed oddly out of place.
“I want a tomato salad.”
“Okay!” Zhou Hengyang snapped his fingers, signalling the chef, who gladly acknowledged the request. Immediately, he smiled, his face full of wrinkles. “Chef, add a tomato salad to our table, snap a cucumber, and throw in some salted edamame, please.”
While waiting for the order, Zhou Hengyang’s gaze shifted towards the canteen chefs, appreciating their efforts. The canteen had flourished under the big boss’s management, providing livelihoods for many families.
With the factory’s enhanced performance and a growing workforce, the cafeteria bustles with activity daily, yet the head chef maintained a cheerful demeanour.
Upon the big boss’s request for additional dishes, the head chef eagerly took on the task. Soon enough, the dishes were expertly prepared and served with a delightful smile.
As the chef prepared the requested dishes, Zhou Hengguang’s expression soured. “You guys want to eat with me?”
“You’re not welcoming us?” Zhou Hengyang replied, patting his shoulder. Ignoring Zhou Hengguang’s response, he grabbed a clean bowl and chopsticks, joining Su Wen at the table.
“Forget it!” Zhou Hengguang resignedly took his seat.
One by one, others joined, taking advantage of Zhou Hengguang’s presence. Bringing Ji Fang’s local speciality to the canteen had proven to be a big mistake.
“Hey, these cowpeas are delicious, similar to those in my hometown,” Su Wen remarked, appreciating the familiar taste.
“It’s indeed the same as ours. It is similar to those cooked by Su Qing,” Zhou Hengyang added, savouring the cowpeas with approval.
“I have some pickled vegetables at home too. I haven’t had time to eat them yet.” Su Wen teased Zhou Hengyang, while Zhou Hengguang pretended not to hear it. She had a poor appetite and desired only tomato salad and smashed cucumber, now upon seeing the well-prepared braised pork with pickled vegetables, she decided to give it a try and took a bite.
Zhou Hengyang lovingly caressed Su Wen’s hair, declaring, “We’ll do it when we get home.”
“I’ll prepare it myself. It will surely be better than this,” Su Wen insisted, recognizing the chef’s talent but asserting her culinary expertise. In truth, the cafeteria chef’s skills were commendable; otherwise, the discerning Zhou Hengguang wouldn’t dine here, let alone bring a bottle of red wine.
“Can you still cook?” Zhou Hengyang expressed concern for his wife’s well-being, suggesting alternatives if needed. “If you can’t, let Su Xiu do it, or I can do it myself,” he said..