Li Chunhua saw Huang Wanzhen's recruitment poster as soon as it was put up. After carefully reading the requirements, she rolled her eyes, carefully looked around, walked forward and took down the poster. It was only slightly damaged where it was glued, which did not affect the information on it at all. She breathed a sigh of relief, put the poster in her small cabinet, and then trotted to Huang Wanzhen's studio.

“Dongdongdong——”

"Enter--"

Huang Wanzhen looked up and saw that it was her, then continued writing with her head down. "What's the matter?"

"Manager, is our company hiring a cook?" Li Chunhua closed the door and walked to Huang Wanzhen's desk and stood there.

"Yeah, I just asked Haili to post it."

"Haha, can I recommend someone to our company?"

Huang Wanzhen put down the pen in her hand and looked up at her. "Okay! Anyone who meets the requirements will do. They must have experience in making dim sum, regardless of gender. They must be familiar with kitchen work, be quick and nimble, and willing to endure hardships."

Li Chunhua rubbed her hands awkwardly. "Haha, Manager, you're a good person. I'm not afraid of you disliking me, so I'll just say it straight. I have a cousin from my hometown in Hebei Province, who's about ten years older than me. When she was a girl at home, she was responsible for all the kitchen chores. Later, my mother asked her to move to Beijing. Her first mother-in-law was a picky eater, and my cousin learned a lot of cooking skills to cater to her. But her husband died young."

At this point, Li Chunhua glanced at Huang Wanzhen cautiously, "Manager, does our company recruit widows?"

Huang Wanzhen was listening intently, and her pause brought her back to her senses. "Does she have any experience in making dim sum?"

"Yes, back home I only knew how to make steamed buns, steamed bread, cornmeal cakes, and sesame cakes. Later in Beijing I learned how to make sugar-coated steamed buns, pea yellow cakes, jujube cakes, moon cakes, red bean cakes, and mung bean cakes. There are so many! I've tried them, they're so delicious."

"How's your hygiene?"

"Oh my! No one is more irritating than her ex-mother-in-law. She'd have the floor mopped seven or eight times a day. It wasn't necessarily because she wanted it to be clean, but simply because she couldn't bear to see her daughter-in-law rest."

"Well, we have a lot of people here, and the daily requirements are quite high. It's not easy work, and you have to be healthy."

"It's nothing. My cousin is very strong. Not only can she make snacks for us, but she can also make three meals a day."

At this point, Huang Wanzhen smiled and said, "Okay, then let your cousin come over and try."

Li Chunhua chuckled twice, but didn't respond or leave.

"What? Are there any more questions?" Huang Wanzhen asked again.

"After my cousin's first husband died, she returned home and found another husband. That man was not a good person to live with. He indulged in drinking, gambling, whoring, and smoking. He also often beat my cousin. My cousin couldn't stand it and returned to her parents' home. My uncle and his wife couldn't tolerate her, so my grandfather sent her to our house. Haha, she is very capable, but her life is too hard. If the manager doesn't mind, I will bring her over tomorrow to try."

Huang Wanzhen frowned, "Is the one from my hometown divorced?"

Li Chunhua: "What's the point of saying divorce or not? There's not even a wedding banquet. My cousin is gone and she's no longer part of that family."

Huang Wanzhen was a little reluctant, "Your cousin has too many things to do. Can you work for me with peace of mind?"

"Yes," Li Chunhua assured, raising her hand. "Of course, Manager, I'm biased towards our company. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been so honest and told you so much about her situation. Her name is Zhao Dahua, and she's from Baoding, Hebei Province."

Huang Wanzhen was puzzled when she heard this. "Your last name is Li, and her last name is Zhao. How can she be your cousin?"

This made Li Chunhua embarrassed. "My mother is a native Beijinger, and my father is from Hebei Province. He was drafted into the army and nearly died, but was saved by my grandfather. He later married my mother and settled down in Beijing. All my children have my mother's surname, Li."

"Okay, let her come over and try first. But there's one thing I need to make clear to you: I don't like those women with family responsibilities who ask for leave every other day. If she can't meet my standards, don't let her come." Huang Wanzhen looked at her and pointed at her from the side. "Think carefully when you go back. If Zhao Dahua doesn't do well, it will also affect you."

"I understand, Manager. I'll think it over carefully. Now I'll get back to work."

"Well, go ahead."

I don’t know whether Li Chunhua understood Huang Wanzhen’s hint or not. Anyway, when Huang Wanzhen came back the next day, there were several kinds of Chinese pastries in the shop, including peach cakes, red bean cakes, almond cakes and date cakes.

Huang Wanzhen picked up a piece of peach cake without hesitation, tasted it, and found it tasted okay. She nodded subconsciously.

"How is it? Manager, do you think it tastes good? It's all made by my cousin." Li Chunhua stepped forward with a smile to show off.

"It's okay. Where's the person? I want to meet him."

"She's busy in the backyard. I'll go get her."

"No need, I'll go to the backyard to meet her." Without waiting for Li Chunhua to say anything else, Huang Wanzhen picked up her schoolbag and walked towards the backyard.

Seeing this, Li Chunhua hurriedly took two quick steps to catch up.

In the backyard kitchen, Zhao Dahua stood timidly in the corner, allowing Huang Wanzhen to look at her. When Song Wenyin came over and saw this situation, she thought Huang Wanzhen was a bully. She subconsciously stepped forward and patted Huang Wanzhen on the back.

"Ouch! Wenyin, what are you doing? I've told you so many times that you have to change your habit of hitting people. You scared me." Huang Wanzhen patted her chest and kept scolding Song Wenyin.

Song Wenyin raised her chin and nodded towards Zhao Dahua, "Look for yourself, how scared you made people."

Huang Wanzhen turned her head and saw Zhao Dahua hiding in the corner like a quail, with her head tucked in.

"Come here, I don't eat people, why are you hiding so far away?"

Li Chunhua hurriedly stepped forward, took Zhao Dahahua's hand, and pulled her in front of Huang Wanzhen.

"Your clothes are clean. Although your hair is tied up, there are too many loose strands. You should use a hairpin to pin it up. Wear a hat to prevent it from falling into the dough when you make snacks."

After hearing this, Zhao Dahua nodded continuously without saying anything.

"Stretch out your hand and let me see it." Huang Wanzhen gave an order and Zhao Dahua followed suit.

Huang Wanzhen saw the hand she extended. The knuckles were broad, the back of her hand as dark as her face, but the palm was relatively white. She knew the back of her hand was tanned, not dirty. She carefully examined her nails, which were relatively short and clean inside, with no black stains. She nodded in satisfaction.

"Yes, it's a clean one."

After saying that, he turned to look at Song Wenyin and asked, "When can your pastry chef come?"

"That's easy. She can come whenever you want her to." Song Wenyin raised her chin slightly, looking extremely proud.