In the afternoon, Li Qinghe took Ding Qiunan back to her mother's home, chatted with her for a while, and then returned to work.
There's nothing you can do about it. This is the way the world is. There's no vacation when you're married.
After getting the certificate, you still have to continue working, and you can only have a banquet after get off work, and it is basically held in the company cafeteria and arranged by the unit.
After dinner, everyone went back to their homes and continued working the next day.
Some even hold group weddings, arranging ceremonies for several or even dozens of couples on one day, and then having a banquet together with the workers to liven up the atmosphere.
Originally, Director Liu wanted to give her a few days off, but Ding Qiunan refused. Her reason was that all the workers were working hard on production and she could not get any special treatment, especially since her background was not good. Director Liu was helpless.
After returning to the dormitory at night, Li Qinghe and Ding Qiunan washed up and went to bed. Liang Ladi lived in the small room next door.
The two of them made quite a lot of noise, and the house had poor sound insulation, which made Liang Ladi very distressed.
Fortunately, it didn't last long. The noise disappeared after half an hour. Liang Ladi smiled slightly.
Sure enough, Ding Qiunan’s small body couldn’t bear it at all, and that was it.
After that, Li Qinghe became completely idle. He used to be able to ask Director Liu for some work to do every day, but now it is no longer possible. He has to fix all the circuit problems in the factory in one day.
But he didn't really do nothing. He still rode his bike around, just to find a director named Liang.
Since he didn't know where it was exactly, he could only wander around. Fortunately, his efforts were not in vain and he finally found it.
"Director Liang, I heard that your father wants to have some soy sauce noodles?"
Director Liang was a little surprised at first that Li Qinghe knew about this, but he didn't think much about it, as it was not a secret.
Afterwards, the two talked harmoniously for a while and agreed to bring a skilled chef to his house to make an authentic soy sauce noodles.
This was exactly what Li Qinghe had asked Nan Yi to help with before. In the play, the noodles he made made Director Liang's father very satisfied, so it was just right for him to do it.
I hurried to the cafeteria. It was just past lunch time and Nan Yi was cleaning the chopping board.
"Nan Yi, let's go."
"OK."
Taking off his apron and hat, Nan Yi followed him away.
Yang Xiaodong, who saw this scene, became excited. "You finally left. Wait, I will go to the factory manager to report you. When you come back, I will give you a big surprise."
While he was working absent-mindedly, he kept an eye on the movements of Li Qinghe and the other man. Seeing that they had gone far away, he dropped his work and sneaked out.
Liu Minggan, who was not far away, had already noticed that something was wrong with him. Seeing that he was acting sneaky, he quickly followed him.
On the way, Nan Yi asked curiously: "I say, you've been out for a long time, you should at least tell me what you're going to do."
"Hehe, it's actually very simple. A director's father is dying, and now he wants to eat a bowl of soy sauce noodles, but he has found many chefs, but none of them can satisfy him. The taste is not right. I just want you to help me."
Nan Yi was immediately unhappy, "Stop the car immediately, what's going on? You want me to cook for a dead person?"
Li Qinghe explained: "Don't move. What's the matter with the dead? He is still alive and a hero of the War of Resistance. He puts his head on the line for the country every day. Now he is dying and just wants to eat a bowl of soy sauce noodles. Can't you even meet this small request?"
"Why didn't you tell me earlier? Let's go." When Nan Yi heard this was the reason, he immediately became anxious and started to urge them.
Although he was overthrown because of his background, he had great respect for the heroes of the War of Resistance.
Li Qinghe quickened his pace and arrived at the destination in a short while.
"Director Liang, we are here. This is the chef of our machine repair shop, Nan Yi. He is the descendant of the royal chef and his cooking skills are perfect. Nan Yi, this is Director Liang."
Li Qinghe introduced the two parties to each other.
Nan Yi hurriedly took two steps forward and shook hands with Director Liang. "Director Liang, hello. As soon as I heard that your father was a hero of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, I came here immediately. Don't worry, I will use all my skills."
When Director Liang heard the word "descendant of the imperial chef", his eyes lit up, but then dimmed again.
He held Nan Yi's hand and said with a smile: "Comrade Nan Yi, thank you so much, but this matter is indeed difficult to handle. My grandfather's situation is a bit special.
"He was thinking about this bowl of soy sauce noodles before he left, but no matter what he did, he was not satisfied. Tell me, what's so difficult about making a bowl of soy sauce noodles? You just put some soy sauce and chopped green onions and stir-fry them."
When Nan Yi heard this, he looked thoughtful and said, "Director Liang, don't worry, I will do my best."
He didn't say it for sure. Although he had some guesses in his mind, he didn't know whether he was right or not, so he didn't dare to make any boasts.
"Then I'll trouble you."
Although Director Liang was unsure, he knew that the other person had come to help him and was understanding. Moreover, he was a descendant of the imperial chef, so there was always hope.
After that, the two chatted briefly for a few more sentences. After asking Director Liang about his father's food taboos or things he could not eat due to health reasons, Li Qinghe and Nan Yi went to the kitchen.
Li Qinghe directly took the flour bag and enamel basin, "Okay, I'll help you knead the flour, you go talk to the old man."
Nan Yi was shocked. "Oh, you really are the worm in my stomach. You know everything I'm thinking, and I haven't even said a word."
Li Qinghe glanced at him sideways, "Your little thoughts are almost written on your face, what else do I need to say? Okay, go now."
"Okay, then I'll leave it to you. There's a lot, so when the noodles are almost cooked, use a stick to beat them a little so they'll be chewy when you eat them." After giving the instructions, Nan Yi quickly walked out of the kitchen.
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