When Fatty saw Director Wang arrive, he remembered that Sha Zhu had said he would teach him at noon, so he had to make a good impression on Sha Zhu.
After thinking for a moment, the fat man immediately walked up to Director Wang and shouted loudly, feeling aggrieved, "Director, this really isn't my master's fault. It's all Ma Hua's fault. You tell me, it's already this late, and Ma Hua still hasn't prepared the food for my master. How am I supposed to cook?"
"Hmm," Director Wang frowned subconsciously and looked at Ma Hua, who was kneading steamed buns. Seeing Director Wang's gaze, Ma Hua didn't wait for Director Wang to ask and said indifferently, "Fatty, what you're saying makes it seem like it's my fault that Sha Zhu doesn't cook?"
"How can it not be your fault? It's so late, and you still haven't prepared the dishes my master wants to cook. Let me tell you, Ma Hua, if you delay serving the dishes, my master won't be responsible. Master, don't you agree?"
The fat man looked at Ma Hua arrogantly to the side, and laughed. He had wanted to scold him for a long time. He was always bossing him around because he had become a disciple of Ma Hua earlier than him. He was just taking a break because he was tired. Was it necessary for Ma Hua to tattle on him?
"Pfft, fatso, let me ask you this: you keep saying you'll make me regret this, so let me ask you, why should I prepare side dishes for Sha Zhu?" Ma Hua sneered.
"Ma Hua, you still have the nerve to ask why? Didn't you prepare everything before? How come you..." Before he could finish, the fat man's words caught in his throat. That's right, Ma Hua isn't Sha Zhu's apprentice anymore. Why should Ma Hua prepare Sha Zhu's side dishes? This...
"What do you mean, Fatty? Why aren't you saying anything? Why should I prepare side dishes for Silly Zhu?" Ma Hua's mocking voice rang out.
When Sha Zhu saw the fat man speechless after being confronted by Ma Hua, he cursed him inwardly as a complete waste. However, he still said calmly, "Director Wang, as you can see, it's not that I don't want to do it, but how can I cook without vegetables? I can't just put these unwashed and uncut vegetables directly into the pot, can I?"
After hearing Sha Zhu's words, Director Wang was furious. His face instantly turned red with rage, and he pointed at Sha Zhu, yelling, "Sha Zhu, let me tell you, if the food isn't ready by the time, don't blame me for being impolite! And who is Ma Hua to you? Why should he prepare it for you?"
“Let me tell you, Silly Zhu, Ma Hua is no longer your apprentice. Don’t even think about ordering him around. He has his own job. Helping you is a favor, not helping you is his right. If you miss meals, Silly Zhu, you’d better watch out. Don’t blame me for not warning you.”
After hearing what Director Wang said, Sha Zhu slammed his ceramic water jug heavily onto the table, pointed at the fat man, and cursed, "You ungrateful wretch! Didn't you hear what the director said? Hurry up and start chopping vegetables for me. If you delay my cooking, don't blame me for being rude to you."
After saying that, she angrily crossed her arms in front of her chest, thinking, "When have I ever been treated like this? It's all because of that ingrate MCA. You just wait."
The fat man wanted to say something, but seeing Sha Zhu's murderous glare, he immediately obediently walked to the side, picked up a cleaver, and started chopping vegetables.
Ma Hua glanced at the fat man but didn't say anything. This fat man usually loved to slack off and cheat, which was a pity. Sha Zhu loved people like the fat man—good at talking and good at getting things done. As the old saying goes, you don't punish the diligent, you don't punish the lazy, you only punish the blind. Leaders love those who know how to flatter.
Time flies, and before we knew it, it was lunchtime. The once quiet cafeteria was suddenly teeming with people. Ma Hua was also assigned to help get food.
Looking at his coworkers who were asking him to do extra favors, Ma Hua felt melancholy. He recalled how he had been in the same situation back then, watching the cafeteria auntie shake her spoon, slowly removing his favorite meat. His heart ached more than if his ex-girlfriend had run off with someone else.
Sha Zhu also used this power to swagger around at the food server. Just as Ma Hua was lost in thought, he heard Xu Damao's familiar voice. Ma Hua looked up and saw that it was Xu Damao.
"Wow, why is there so little food today? Here, here, two steamed buns." He had barely finished speaking when he looked up and saw Ma Hua's ambiguous smile. He cursed inwardly, "Why did I have to run into Sha Zhu's apprentice again? What bad luck!" Before he could finish his rant, Ma Hua scooped up a full spoonful of steamed buns.
Xu Damao looked at the food in the lunchbox and the steamed bun in his hand. Wait, shouldn't it be a little bit small? Shouldn't the steamed bun be a bit hard? But Xu Damao immediately realized that Ma Hua had really fallen out with Sha Zhu: "Ma Hua, thanks."
"It's alright, it's nothing, next." Ma Hua glanced at the elated Xu Damao and simply nodded.
Soon the food prepared by the canteen was gone, after all, Sha Zhu's food was not ready yet. But the workers in line behind were not happy. What did the canteen mean? They worked hard all morning, and they couldn't even get lunch.
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