After finishing her tea, Shen Guihua took a deep breath and said, "Director Zhao, I want to tell you something. When you hear it later, don't get too excited!"
Director Zhao smiled and nodded. "It's okay. Take your time. I'm not excited."
After getting Director Zhao's promise, Chen Guihua told him what happened at the production base this morning.
Director Zhao said he was not excited, but his fists clenched unconsciously and his brows furrowed.
After hearing what Chen Guihua said, Director Zhao sighed. "Even if we report the case and the police catch the perpetrators, if they don't have the money to compensate us, we'll still suffer a real loss. The most important thing is that there's still some time before the Mid-Autumn Festival. If we bring winter melons to the factory to make mooncakes now, sales won't increase, and we'll lose even more money."
"Director Zhao, don't worry," Shen Guihua said with a smile as she picked up the winter melon she brought from the fields. "I do have an idea that might help resolve this crisis, and maybe even make some money."
Director Zhao's dim eyes lit up. "Sister Guihua, you are truly my lucky star. You gave me the formulas for so many new food varieties before, which made me a lot of money. Now you have a way to help me resolve the crisis I am facing."
Chen Guihua was praised by Director Zhao so much that she waved her hands a little embarrassedly. "Director Zhao, please don't say that. I just said it casually. How can I be worthy of being called a lucky star? You are embarrassing me."
"Sister Guihua, you are too modest. If you are not my lucky star, no one else can be my lucky star, haha..."
Shen Guihua also smiled in agreement, and then presented her idea to Director Zhao.
It turned out that Chen Guihua wanted to imitate the method of potato chips and make winter melon chips.
In the past, potato chips did not enter the mainland market until the 1990s and quickly became popular.
Seeing that Niu Tiezhu liked to buy potato chips so much, Chen Guihua took the potato chips, chili powder, oil, salt and other ingredients at home and tried to make them many times. Finally, she made potato chips that tasted similar to the potato chips on the market.
But Niu Tiezhu disliked that it was homemade, thinking it was not as delicious as the ones bought outside, so he refused to eat a single bite, wasting Chen Guihua's effort.
In this life, she wants to let the "potato chips" that Niu Tiezhu dislikes help Director Zhao turn losses into profits.
"Director Zhao, can you take me to your kitchen? I'd like to borrow your kitchen to make some winter melon slices for you to try. If you like the taste, we can bring the winter melons from the fields to the factory to make winter melon slices. These winter melon slices can be eaten all year round and are suitable for people of all ages."
When Director Zhao heard what Shen Guihua said, he smiled and nodded, "It's not difficult. I will take you to the kitchen of the cafeteria now."
As he spoke, Director Zhao stood up and took Chen Guihua to the back kitchen of the factory canteen.
The factory canteen and kitchen have all the necessary ingredients, so Chen Guihua can cook freely.
When the two entered the kitchen, the logistics staff were still washing vegetables outside the house, and no one noticed that Director Zhao brought Shen Guihua into the kitchen.
Director Zhao watched everyone busy washing and picking vegetables, and did not disturb them. After all, using the kitchen was not a big deal.
After the two entered the kitchen, Chen Guihua washed the winter melon, peeled it, and cut it into thin slices.
At this moment, Director Zhao suddenly patted his forehead and said to Shen Guihua with a smile, "Sister Guihua, I suddenly forgot that there is an important document on my desk. I just read half of it. I have to go back and read the document and sign it for them to go through the process..."
Chen Guihua paused in cutting the winter melon, turned around and said to the smiling Director Zhao, "It's okay, go do what you need to do. I'll make it later and give it to you to taste!"
"This..." Director Zhao scratched his head, "But I'm afraid no one will help you, and it will be inconvenient for you."
"Hey," Chen Guihua smiled, "It's not a big deal. I can handle it by myself. Besides, I'll only make a small portion for you to taste. It's mass production, so it's okay."
Director Zhao thought about it and nodded. "That's fine. You go ahead and do your work. I'll go back to the office and finish the paperwork and come back to help you right away."
"Go, go, there's no need to rush back."
When Director Zhao saw Shen Guihua say this, he smiled and turned to walk out of the cafeteria.
After Director Zhao left, Shen Guihua turned around and continued to cut her winter melon slices, and smeared them with seasonings such as chili powder to make them more flavorful and tasty when fried.
Chen Guihua walked to the stove with a plate of winter melon slices. When she was about to turn on the fire to fry the winter melon slices, a man wearing a white hat and white clothes walked in. He seemed to be the chef here.
The chef saw Chen Guihua walking to the stove with winter melon slices and immediately called out to her.
"Who are you? What are you doing in our kitchen?"
Chen Guihua smiled at the chef and said, "Hello, my name is Chen Guihua. I was brought here by your Director Zhao. I'd like to borrow your kitchen to make some winter melon slices for Director Zhao to try."
When the chef heard this, he mistakenly thought that Shen Guihua was someone who came to steal his job, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.
A few days ago, he overheard Director Zhao and his secretary say that the recent dishes were nothing new and they were getting a little tired of them.
He didn't feel anything at the time, but now seeing Chen Guihua appear, combined with what he heard that day, he wondered if Director Zhao was "tired of it" and wanted to change the chef so that he could have a change of taste.
His family of several people depended on his salary as a chef in the food factory for their livelihood. If he left the factory canteen, he was afraid that he would find it difficult to find a job with such a high salary.
Although they were the same chefs, Director Zhao was more generous and paid them a few dollars more than chefs from other places. He also gave them more gifts during festivals than other factories.
Every day he would wait until he got off work to pack a meal to take home for his family. His family almost never sold any food and relied entirely on the food in the canteen to survive.
In his mind, this was his dream job! How could he bear to give up his job to a strange woman?
"Don't try to fool me," the chef raised his brows coldly. "How could a figure like our Director Zhao possibly eat this kind of winter melon slices? If he did eat, it would be the delicious fish and meat I cook."
Chen Guihua still maintained a smile. "I don't know how to tell you about today's matter in detail. Please let me go first. Wait until I have made the winter melon slices and your Director Zhao comes, then let him talk!"
"Don't use Director Zhao to pressure me!"
The chef looked displeased. "I strongly suspect that you are a bad guy sent by our rivals. You want to poison our cafeteria while we are away, so that our people can't work, and you, the people behind the scenes, can bully our food factory."
At this time, the logistics staff outside the kitchen who were responsible for washing and picking vegetables also walked into the kitchen one after another with freshly washed vegetables.
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