Ma Hua didn't even bother to look at the dish that Sha Zhu had cooked. He just grinned mischievously to himself, thinking, "This is it? Hahaha, I don't even need to taste it to know how awful it is. Just the faint burnt smell in the air tells me Sha Zhu's cooking is ruined. Weren't you always so smug, never willing to teach anyone? Well, look what you've done! Hahahaha!"
After finishing cooking, Sha Zhu, his face ashen, ordered Fatty to quickly take the dishes out. Then he plopped down in his chair, utterly exhausted. He picked up the water glass on the table and took a large gulp.
The fat man was speechless. Wasn't he supposed to teach him a few skills? Now he wasn't being taught anything at all. He was just being made to do the work. The fat man gave Ma Hua a somewhat resentful look, seemingly complaining, but under Sha Zhu's stern gaze, he could only silently pick up the freshly cooked dish.
The chattering groups of workers in the canteen quieted down when they saw the fat man bring out the food, and immediately lined up quietly. Then one worker sat down at a table, took a bite, and spat it out: "Ptooey! This is absolutely awful! Is this what Sha Zhu made? Damn it, these bastards in the canteen, not only are they late, but it's also so bad! Did they beat the salt seller to death?"
One, two, three—the people who finally got their food gradually became noisy. What did the cafeteria mean by this? No food, making them wait—and now they were serving this stuff? Was this even fit for human consumption? Didn't you try it before? It was absolutely awful!
Anger gradually spread through the crowd, and finally, one troublemaker couldn't hold back any longer. He walked straight to the cafeteria's food counter and angrily shouted, "What does this cafeteria mean? The food is so awful! What does this mean? Are they looking down on us?"
Having just recovered his strength, Sha Zhu, seeing someone openly criticizing his cooking, snatched the large rice scoop from the fat man's hand, raised it, and shouted angrily at the crowd: "Eat if you want, get out if you don't! Why are you all so fussy?"
Upon hearing Sha Zhu's words, the coworker could no longer contain his anger. He who had been silently enduring the situation just moments before couldn't hold back any longer. "What the hell? Your cafeteria food is terrible, and you have the nerve to complain? What kind of idiots are you?"
When the supervisor arrived, the cafeteria was in complete chaos, filled with shouts and curses. The cafeteria manager, seeing this, secretly chuckled to himself. "Silly Zhu, you're in for it this time," he thought. "Luckily Ma Hua warned me, otherwise I'd be in real trouble."
"Bang! Quiet down! What's going on here? Can't you even manage? We're all coworkers. What kind of behavior is this? If you have any problems, tell me!" The secretary immediately rushed forward to try and calm the unruly coworkers down.
Upon seeing the leader, the crowd gradually quieted down. Seeing that everyone had calmed down, the secretary immediately reprimanded them.
"What are you doing? This is the cafeteria, not a place for you to fool around. What kind of behavior is this? Who started this? It's utterly lawless!"
Some troublemakers immediately objected, saying, "What do you mean 'looking for trouble'? It's clearly those bastards in the cafeteria who not only served food late but also made it so awful!" They stormed out.
Holding up his lunchbox, he said, "Boss, you think we're causing trouble? Come on, have a taste! This is the food our canteen prepares for us. We workers work so hard in the workshop, and this is what the factory feeds us?"
We only said the food was bad, and Sha Zhu actually told us to eat it or leave! We paid for our meals! Why can't we say anything? What gives us the right?
"That's right, it's clearly Sha Zhu's fault, why blame us?" "Yeah, not only did they serve meals late, but they also cursed at people. I think the canteen doesn't want to stay in business anymore." The other workers chimed in. In this day and age, workers are really not afraid of their superiors. Even if they curse you to your face, you can't fire them. In this era where workers are in charge, they have a lot of backbone.
"Ahem, comrades, quiet down. Let me taste this dish and see why it's so bad. Please wait a moment, I will definitely give you all an answer, please rest assured," Director Yang said earnestly as he walked up to the crowd. Then he instructed his secretary to get him a serving of food.
Factory Director Yang looked at the watery cabbage and potatoes in front of him. Good heavens, they even smelled slightly burnt. Suppressing his displeasure, he picked up a bite with his chopsticks, put it in his mouth, and exclaimed, "Wow, how much salt did they put in? It's so salty!"
Director Yang didn't taste anything else; he just felt like his whole body was about to split open. It was so salty, and he desperately wanted to drink water. But in front of so many people, he could only force down the food in his mouth, put down his chopsticks, and calmly ask, "Who made this?"
"Director Yang, this was made by my master, He Yuzhu. Isn't it delicious? They were clearly just being unreasonable," the fat man said, oblivious to the flash of anger in Director Yang's eyes, eagerly trying to curry favor with his master, Sha Zhu.
But when Factory Director Yang heard that it was Sha Zhu who made it, he only frowned slightly, a fleeting expression that was almost imperceptible unless one looked closely. Unfortunately, the fat man didn't notice at all and continued speaking to Factory Director Yang: "Factory Director Yang, you have no idea how amazing they are. My master worked so hard to cook this meal, and not only did they not appreciate it, they even said that my master's cooking was terrible. Everyone knows that my master's cooking skills are the best in our factory!"
Sha Zhu, who was listening nearby, blushed deeply. He knew exactly what kind of dish this was, so he immediately stood up and scolded, "Fatty, shut up!"
Then he looked at Factory Director Yang with a fawning expression: "Factory Director, don't listen to Fatty's nonsense. The main responsibility this time lies with me. It's all my fault, Sha Zhu. But there was a reason for this. I didn't want things to turn out like this. It's not my fault."
"It's all MCA's fault. They didn't prepare any side dishes for me, otherwise I wouldn't be in such a rush. Director Yang, you know my cooking skills."
Sha Zhu's words were extremely clever. He started by admitting his mistake, then claimed he had his reasons, shifting the blame to Ma Hua. Finally, he boasted to the factory about his culinary skills, implying, "I'm a good cook, so why don't you try cooking for us?"
After hearing Sha Zhu's explanation, Factory Director Yang was displeased. "You're the head chef of the Sixth Canteen," he thought, "if the food has a problem, who else is to blame but you? And you have the nerve to blame others?" Thinking this, Factory Director Yang's face turned ashen: "He Yuzhu, I think the factory has been too lenient with you."
"We were going to let you off the hook last time because you readily admitted your mistake, but I think we need to discuss this again."
After saying that, Director Yang stopped looking at Sha Zhu's frozen smile and addressed the crowd: "This time, the canteen has let everyone down. I apologize to everyone and hope that everyone will supervise the canteen in the future. However, this is a special case."
I assure you all, this will not happen again. Please hurry and eat so as not to disrupt this afternoon's normal production. Rest assured, I will give you a satisfactory answer.
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