When Sha Zhu saw Liu Lan making tea for Ma Hua, he was filled with jealousy and resentment. He was right there, why didn't she make him a cup too? Humph, but this tea smells really good.
When Sha Zhu heard that the tea was given to him by Ma Hua, he was filled with resentment. "That bastard Ma Hua, he's such an ingrate! He secretly kept such good tea for himself, and didn't even offer me a little something in return!"
Last time, the system rewarded us with ten catties of tea. Ma Hua sent one catty home, one catty to Director Wang, and half a catty to everyone in the kitchen. There was no way around it; the tea the system gave us was just too fragrant.
Once the tea was brewed, Ma Hua opened the large tea mug, and the aroma of the tea instantly filled the kitchen. Of course, this tea not only smelled delicious but also tasted wonderful.
Ma Hua looked on helplessly at everyone's drooling expressions, and could only reluctantly give away some. It didn't matter; the rest would be enough for him to drink for a long time anyway. Giving some away was a good way to curry favor.
Putting aside the fact that these people in the kitchen have deep connections in the factory and might be useful in the future, just the fact that they're together every day makes it hard for Ma Hua to stand seeing everyone staring longingly at his teacup.
Does Ma Hua still remember his mother's words: people should know how to share? Ever since Ma Hua started distributing tea leaves to the kitchen staff, the way they look at him has become even more enthusiastic.
Otherwise, if you, MCA, drink such fragrant tea here every day, and people see it every day, one day some people will feel unbalanced. So, MCA simply said that it was given as a reward for cooking for others, and only two catties were given to you, so drink it sparingly, because once it's finished, it's gone.
The fat guy had barely entered the cafeteria when he immediately trotted over to Silly Zhu: "Master, you're finally back! I've missed you so much!" He finally had someone to rely on! Waaah, these past few days have been so tough for him!
Seeing Fatty made Sha Zhu feel a little better, and he was even more satisfied with Fatty. Fatty was really nice, unlike the other people in the cafeteria who only knew how to fawn over Ma Hua—those sycophants and opportunists.
Thinking of this, Sha Zhu immediately said to Fatty, "When I'm cooking lunch, you'd better watch over me and learn properly, okay?"
"Yes, I'll do whatever Master tells me to do," the fat man said, overjoyed. Was Sha Zhu finally going to teach him the skills? Was his hardship finally over? Hahahaha!
Sha Zhu nodded in satisfaction upon hearing the fat man's words, then glanced at the teacup on the table. Seeing that the fat man didn't react, he immediately glanced up again.
After his initial elation, the fat man saw Sha Zhu nodding frantically back again and immediately asked with concern, "Master, what's wrong? Is your neck uncomfortable? It's nothing, I'll massage it for you."
As he spoke, the fat man walked up behind Sha Zhu and started rubbing his neck. Sha Zhu was furious. This fat man was usually so smart, how could he be so clueless at a crucial moment?
MCA members have already had tea made for them, so why should they do it themselves? Wouldn't that imply they're inferior to MCA?
"Water," Sha Zhu said through gritted teeth, his voice low. This fat guy is utterly clueless.
"Oh, hey, Master, look at my memory!" Upon hearing this, Fatty immediately realized that his master wanted water. He quickly picked up the teacup on the table and ran towards the water room. The kitchen didn't have hot water for Fatty and Sha Zhu these days; if they wanted water, they'd have to get it themselves.
"Master, please have some water," the fat man said, and immediately ran back to the cafeteria after getting the water. Sha Zhu had said he would teach him at noon, so he had to pay attention.
When Sha Zhu saw the fat man panting heavily, his displeasure immediately dissipated. He realized that his apprentice was quite dedicated, unlike Ma Hua, who, despite having such good tea, didn't even bother to share it with him.
The canteen's stir-fried dishes were mostly repetitive and monotonous, consisting of nothing but potatoes and cabbage, or cabbage and potatoes. Even though the steel mill was one of the most prestigious in Beijing, meat was still a rare treat.
When the MCA team brought the pork back, everyone in the kitchen cheered. It's so rare to have meat!
Looking at the pork in front of him, Ma Hua immediately said to everyone, "Today I'm going to cook you a good big pot of stew."
Speaking of this big pot stew, there's a specific method to it. It has to be cooked over a wood-fired stove to be authentic. The stew is simmered in a big pot for a long time. Only when it's simmered for a long time will the cabbage in the stew become soft and silky, and the glass noodles will absorb all the broth. It's incredibly fragrant.
Sha Zhu glanced at it disdainfully from the side. What's so good about communal cooking? It can't compare to the stir-fries he makes for his boss.
If MCA (Malaysian Chinese Association) had the same idea as "Silly Zhu" (a nickname for a leader), they would probably be amused and annoyed. "Silly Zhu" doesn't even consider that he really thinks the workers are like the leaders, getting special treatment every day, and that the workers eating meat is like celebrating the New Year.
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