On the 20th day of the twelfth lunar month, the streets gradually began to take on the flavor of the New Year.
The garment factory project was not finished yet, so Xie Yunshu went to find Song Qianqian and told her about the documentary filming.
She wanted to use a good friend, and she would make it clear: "When the time comes, you can help me design the factory area, and we will split the design fee equally. It's just a matter of being on camera. If you don't want to, we won't shoot."
Song Qianqian didn't care about this: "Why wouldn't you want to be on TV? You give me the design fee, I'll be so happy."
"I originally wanted to ask Mingcheng to join in the fun, but I'm afraid that's not possible now. His participation in the project is confidential." Xie Yunshu took her to visit the half-laid foundation: "Otherwise, if both of you are on camera, the publicity effect will definitely be good."
Sister Jiang, I think she must be so happy.
Song Qianqian cleared her throat and said, "Is he very busy now?"
All the freshmen are not as busy as Xie Mingcheng himself. Being able to participate in the project led by Mr. Li is very valuable.
Xie Yunshu hadn't seen Xie Mingcheng for several days. "I couldn't get in touch with him by phone. He said he would return to Haicheng on the 25th or 26th of the twelfth lunar month. The specific details of how he would return were arranged by Mr. Li. He was very mysterious."
Song Qianqian sighed sincerely: "He is almost a legendary figure in Beijing now."
Not only a legendary figure, but also the best boyfriend specially selected by girls...
Last time, because of the love letter misunderstanding, many people spread rumors that she and Xie Mingcheng were a couple, which made the two of them feel uncomfortable when they occasionally met at school, and they really didn't dare to talk to each other. Fortunately, Xie Mingcheng is now involved in a project and is too busy, so the rumor slowly dissipated.
Xie Yunshu thought that Song Qianqian came from an architectural family and must be very familiar with the Beijing North construction industry, so he asked about the architectural design institute: "Do you know about the design institute building townhouses? When we went there to do business, we met the designer there, and he took the initiative to invite us to participate in the project. I felt something was wrong."
Song Qianqian narrowed her eyes and asked, "Designer from the Construction Design Institute?"
"I felt that pie in the sky was not a good thing, so I didn't agree to it." Xie Yunshu had a sixth sense and felt that this matter was not that simple.
Song Qianqian snorted: "You don't know them well. Not only do they work for the government, but they are also from the Institute of Architecture. They are much more noble than those architects from some company. But you know that Grandpa hates people from the Institute of Architecture the most."
"Professor Song hates them?" Xie Yunshu wondered, "Why?"
Logically speaking, as a national treasure-level architectural master, shouldn't Song Zhangran have close ties with the Institute of Architecture?
Song Qianqian was also unclear: "I have heard my grandfather scold the chief designer more than once. He said that he was just a name-seeking person. Anyway, he scolded him every time he saw him..."
"Then we can't cooperate with them." Xie Yunshu made this conclusion without thinking: "It must be bad to let Professor Song scold people."
Song Qianqian laughed: "Grandpa loves to scold people, but he will definitely not scold you because you are Grandma Zhang's granddaughter."
Xie Yunshu also laughed. She suddenly had an idea: "Since we can't cooperate with them, how about taking over the project?"
Song Qianqian smacked her lips: "You really dare to think, who can grab the construction design institute's project?"
Even if his grandfather was engaged in engineering, he could not say that he could just snatch it away. Of course, Xie Yunshu was also joking.
But after this time, the cooperation with the Architectural Design Institute was temporarily put aside. Although Li Shengli and Qiangzi did not understand, they both praised Xie Yunshu's decision.
The waters in northern Beijing are so deep that they can’t understand it, but it’s always right to be obedient.
It’s the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month and the time suddenly passes quickly.
Li Fenlan called Jingbei, and Xie Yunshu learned that his brother had returned to Haicheng. The canteen of the project department was closed in the twelfth lunar month, but the business of Hai'an Hotel was getting more and more prosperous.
Regarding Chef Song's sudden ability to speak, everyone in the restaurant was a little surprised at first, but they quickly regained their composure.
Because Song Shanchuan was still the same as before, cooking and preparing all kinds of delicacies in the kitchen every day, and almost never talked to anyone, except Lin Cuiping...
The two new waiters, one named Tingting and the other named Manman, took the initiative to talk to Song Shanchuan several times, but gave up all the conversations: "Except for Manager Lin, Chef Song has no one else in his eyes."
Being polite is polite, but other people just smiled and nodded, and then continued to do their own things...
Lin Cuiping sat next to Li Fenlan and watched her calculate the accounts: "Aunt Li, how much bonus can we give out this year?"
Li Fenlan pursed her lips and smiled at her: "It will definitely be no problem to buy a down jacket."
Lin Cuiping smiled and said, "I've already bought the down jacket. I spent one dollar on it!"
The restaurant business is so good that she can buy a down jacket with her monthly salary, and she will save the bonus and use it as a dowry in the future!
Li Fenlan suddenly thought of something and subconsciously glanced at Song Shanchuan in the kitchen and lowered his voice: "It seems that Manager Tian hasn't returned to Jingbei yet?"
The project department had already gone on holiday. In the past, Tian Hao would have returned to northern Beijing at this time, but this year he has not left yet, as if he was preparing to celebrate the New Year in Haicheng.
Lin Cuiping didn't take it to heart: "If they want to come back, they can come back. It doesn't matter."
The two were chatting when Song Shanchuan came out from the kitchen. He wiped the oil off his head and said, "Tomorrow, will you take a break?"
Lin Cuiping looked back at him and said, "Tomorrow is the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month. You must be preparing to go back home for the New Year. Xie Yunshu called and told you to take a day off."
Song Shanchuan nodded: "When do you go to work?"
"It's already the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, right?" Lin Cuiping thought for a moment. "Factories here don't start working until after the first lunar month. Even if they open, no one will come to eat. Besides, every family has food stored for the New Year, so few people come out to eat."
Li Fenlan hummed: "Yun Shu did say that the restaurant will reopen after the first month of the lunar year. Everyone has been tired for a year, so they should take a good rest at home."
That means I can rest at home for a month...
Song Shanchuan was relieved when he thought about signing up for the chef competition. "Is there anything you want to eat? I can make it at home in the next two days and send it to you."
Lin Cuiping shook her head: "Forget it, didn't you hear them say they exploited you? It's already a holiday, and they still let you cook for them, then aren't they real capitalists?"
"You like to cook." Song Shanchuan smiled, subconsciously stretched out his hand to gesture, and then put it down: "I can cook fish for you."
The cleaner, Tingting, exchanged glances with him and said in a long tone: "Oh, our Chef Song likes to cook! He also likes to cook fish..."
Song Shanchuan probably thought that he had hidden it very deeply, but he could not restrain his love at all. Anyone here with eyes could see that Song Shanchuan had special feelings for Lin Cuiping.
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