For two consecutive days, Canteen No. 1 was busy making dumplings in addition to preparing meals for the workers.
It is no exaggeration to say that I am so busy that I am running around. I no longer have the leisure time I used to have.
That’s not all. Someone spread the news that Fang Zhuo wanted to let all the workers in the factory have a meal of hot dumplings.
Well, it caused a sensation in the entire steel mill.
There was an endless stream of discussion, which gave Jia Dongsheng a feeling that if the factory workers could not eat this meal of dumplings, Fang Zhuo would probably not see the sun in 1961.
So, for the past two days, Fang Zhuo almost stayed in Canteen No. 1, completely forgetting what he said to Jia Dongsheng, that it would be enough if the brothers and sisters in the factory could eat dumplings before he was transferred.
That's like asking ten times a day, when can I make the dumplings?
Jia Dongsheng was so helpless. You are the director and I am the director. You ask me about everything. What do you do for a living?
At four o'clock in the afternoon, in the kitchen of Canteen No. 1, after two days of busy work, the dumplings prepared for the farewell party for other brother factories were finally wrapped and put into the pot.
The people from other steel mills had a 6 o'clock train, so after eating these dumplings, they could set off.
Looking at the dumplings bubbling in the pot, Fang Zhuo smiled and said to Jia Dongsheng, "Dongsheng, we've completed the farewell party for our brother steel plant. Isn't it time to start making dumplings for our steel plant too?"
Looking at Fang Zhuo, Jia Dongsheng's expression became a little numb.
There was no way. Fang Zhuo had asked this question too many times in the past two days, and he was tired of answering it.
"Come on, Lao Fang."
Jia Dongsheng pulled Fang Zhuo over to Liu Lan, who was rubbing his arm. He pointed at Liu Lan and said, "Old Fang, take a look for yourself. My apprentice's noodle making skills are among the best in the canteens of the steel mill."
"But you see..."
As he spoke, he took Liu Lan's hand and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his fair and tender arms. Well, Jia Dongsheng's purpose was not to let Fang Zhuo see this, this was the fair and tender arms that belonged only to him.
Instead, he pointed to his arm, which was obviously swollen, and said, "Look, take a good look. Liu Lan's arm is swollen. Do you know what this means?"
Fang Zhuo looked a little embarrassed.
He was also a chef by profession, and was not an outsider guiding an insider. He knew everything about Liu Lan's situation.
It was obvious that he had been busy kneading dough and rolling out dumpling wrappers these past two days. The workload was so heavy that his arms were swollen.
Making ten thousand dumplings would make a canteen noodle chef's arms swollen. How exhausted would he be making five hundred thousand dumplings?
"Dongsheng, I can't help it!"
Although Fang Zhuo was embarrassed, he said helplessly, "You don't know, what I said to you was leaked by someone, and the factory leader came to me and said that we should let our brothers and sisters in the factory eat dumplings in the cafeteria on the first day of December."
"Then what?"
Jia Dongsheng gave him a cold look and asked, "Are you compromising again?"
Speaking of the word compromise, Fang Zhuo felt embarrassed again. There was nothing he could do. He really didn't have the confidence to refuse the factory leaders. What else could he do if he didn't compromise?
Seeing Fang Zhuo remain silent, Jia Dongsheng became furious: "Do you know how many days are left until December 1st?"
"Forehead......"
Fang Zhuo was silent for a moment, and finally said two words with difficulty: "Five days."
That’s right, today is November 25th, and there are only five days left until the first of next month.
In five days, at least 500,000 dumplings must be made. Please note that we are talking about at least 500,000 dumplings here.
Because 500,000 dumplings was just an average number taken by Jia Dongsheng. In fact, he never dared to underestimate the appetite of the workers in the factory. It would be difficult for him to eat 50 dumplings per person.
It is likely that we will add ten to twenty more.
One person has ten to twenty people, and ten thousand people have one hundred to two hundred thousand people.
What’s the concept?
Even if there are five people in each canteen who make the dough and roll out the dumpling wrappers, that's 40 people, and each person has to roll out more than 10,000 dumpling wrappers within five days.
Judging from the number, it seems that there are only two to three thousand a day, which doesn’t seem to be a lot.
However, the workload is not usually so heavy. If the workload suddenly increases to such an amount, just look at Liu Lan.
In the past two days, Canteen No. 1 made 12,000 dumplings. There were five people rolling the dumpling wrappers, and each person only rolled more than 1,000 dumplings a day. As a result, Liu Lan's arms were swollen.
And this is just about rolling out the dumpling wrappers and kneading the dough?
That is a more tiring job than rolling out dumpling wrappers.
Therefore, Jia Dongsheng was very angry. In five days, they made dumplings for 10,000 people. This simply did not treat the kitchen staff as human beings, but treated them like animals.
What's more, even if it's livestock, you have to give them time to rest, otherwise, they will give up.
"Dongsheng, I know this mission will be difficult to complete..."
Fang Zhuo was about to continue when Jia Dongsheng interrupted him, saying, "It's extremely difficult. After five days, people like Liu Lan, who knead the dough and roll the dumpling wrappers, will be completely worn out and unable to work."
"That's what I'm saying."
Fang Zhuo forced a smile on his face: "Although I didn't refuse the factory leader's request, I also made my request."
"On December 1st, the dumplings will be ready for the brothers and sisters in the factory to eat, and the staff in our cafeteria can take turns to have a five-day paid holiday."
"What's the meaning?"
Jia Dongsheng showed an interested look at this statement: "You mean, after these five busy days, we can give the cafeteria five days of paid leave?"
"That's what I mean. However, as long as it doesn't delay the operation of the cafeteria, we can give a few people a day off and take turns coming."
"That's fine too!"
Jia Dongsheng nodded, feeling that if he could exchange it for vacation, then five busy days would not be impossible.
However, being busy for five days and resting for five days is still a bit of a loss.
So, he pondered for a while, then said, "Old Fang, five days is not enough. We need two more days, maybe a week."
"Sure, as long as it doesn't interfere with the cafeteria's work, one week is fine."
Fang Zhuo seemed to be waiting for Jia Dongsheng to negotiate terms. As soon as he heard what he said, he nodded in agreement.
Seeing his performance, Jia Dongsheng felt a pang in his heart, thinking that he had fallen into a trap and that the conditions he proposed were a bit of a loss.
Maybe if I ask for a ten-day vacation, Fang Zhuo will agree.
Perhaps feeling that he was being a little too eager, Fang Zhuo began to change the subject: "Dongsheng, I'm leaving this matter to you. You can't let me down."
"Don't worry, there will be no problem with our cafeteria, but the other cafeterias are your business."
"Of course, I'm the director. So, how much tofu do you need to make the vegetarian meat? You know what, the vegetarian meat you made tastes amazing."
Speaking of this, Fang Zhuo licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue, looking greedy.
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