It is a shameless thing to secretly bring food home from the canteen of the unit and a violation of the regulations.

But this shameful and violating behavior contains a strong fatherly love.

"Mr. Third uncle, in the future, the steamed buns will be measured at noon and steamed according to the quantity of three steamed buns per person!

If there is not enough food, let them find a way for themselves!" Zhang Junping turned his head and shouted at the food-cooking window.

"You all listen! You can only get three steamed buns in a meal in the future. If anyone gets more, don't blame me for deducting my salary!"

"Then, what should I do if I can't finish it?" Zhang Xiansheng asked carefully with his hands raised.

"I can't finish eating, I can take it home if I can't finish eating, and feed the cat and dog. If anyone dares to throw away the remaining steamed buns, I will let the steamed buns tie a rope around his neck!" Zhang Junping glared and cursed.

After Zhang Junping cursed, he left behind a group of villagers with joy and turned around and left.

Even a young man like Zhang Junping can only eat two steamed buns in one meal.

Three steamed buns are one and a half pounds, except for a few big eaters, they can’t finish them.

Zhang Junping has two purposes for doing this. One is to hope that they can eat enough and then take the remaining steamed buns home openly.

Instead of taking it secretly like now.

The second is to eliminate those who are interested in taking advantage of it and take more steamed buns.

There are all kinds of birds in the forest. Some people take steamed buns at home to save them from their mouths, eat half full, and then save the steamed buns and take them home for their children to eat.

But some people fill themselves first, and then go to the cage to take steamed buns home.

It is respectable to save the steamed buns and take them home, and it is shameful to take more steamed buns and go home.

"Brother-in-law, what do you think of this?" After Zhang Junping left, the chef found Dong Yaozong and asked for advice.

"What should I do?"

"Hu Zi just asked three steamed buns to be made in one hour..."

"Huzi is the factory director now, and I am just the deputy factory director!

Do you understand the responsibility system of the factory manager?

The factory manager has the final say in all matters in the factory. What do you think should you do?" Dong Yaozong said with his eyes glaring at the bull.

"this……"

"What? Do as the factory manager said!

If you don't want to do it, just get out. It's hard to find a three-legged toad, and there are some two-legged cooks!" Dong Yaozong left after saying that.

"What's the situation? Who did I offend me?" The chef looked aggrieved.

"Haha! Grandpa San, you offended the factory manager!

If you don’t hurry up and ask the deputy director for advice, do you think this is offending the factory director?” Zhang Xiansheng will become smarter.

"Uncle San, you are still suspected of provoking the relationship between the factory director and the deputy factory director."

"That's right, Uncle San, if our furniture factory can continue to handle it, it depends entirely on the orders brought back by Hu Zi!

Hu Zi arranged for you to ask Uncle Wu for instructions on such a matter. Aren’t you not taking the factory director seriously?

Why, Hu Zi, the factory director, is just a decoration in your eyes?"

Everyone scolded chef Zhang Yingfa in a verbal manner.

"Oh, yes, I'm wrong, can't I be wrong?

I can see that you guys are just mothers with breasts!" Zhang Yingfa had no choice but to raise his hand to surrender.

"Nonsense, the one who has no breasts is the father!"

...

Zhang Junping returned to the office and continued to draw the drawings.

First mark the set of furniture drawings drawn in the morning.

Then, Zhang Junping took out the drawing board and began to draw the renderings.

"Huzi, when did you learn oil painting?" After a round of inspection in the workshop, Zhang Yingjie returned to the office and was surprised to find that his son was actually painting oil paintings.

"Put, this is not an oil painting, this is a watercolor painting!

You forgot that when you were in the city, Uncle Ma who lived in our compound was a painter!

When I was fine, I liked to watch him draw and slowly learned it!”

"You'll learn it when you look?" Zhang Yingjie was even more surprised.

"Yes! I just learned how to make furniture?" Zhang Junping nodded naturally.

"Huzi, you are a genius. If you were in the city, you would definitely be admitted to college!

It was my father who delayed you!" Zhang Yingjie not only wasn't happy, but he was extremely blaming himself.

"Dad, look at what you said. In fact, even if I don't go back to the countryside, I may not be able to get into college!

I learn things from books and get sleepy as soon as I learn them!

On the contrary, I don’t need to learn these craftsmanship, I will know how to learn them!" Zhang Junping smiled and comforted his father.

"Huzi, why don't you be the factory manager? With your order, this furniture factory will be alive!

You go back to the city and go to your second uncle's house and ask your second uncle to find you a school, repeat the year, and take the college entrance exam next year!"

"Dad, what I said is true. I am the kind of person with strong hands-on ability. I feel so uncomfortable if you ask me to study in the classroom!

The teacher’s speech sounds like a lullaby, and I want to go to bed as soon as I hear it!

Don't let me go to school!" Zhang Junping clasped his hands together and begged repeatedly.

Not to mention the system tasks, but now I have to do the learning in the classroom, it will be a waste of time to think about it.

I can't sit still!

"Okay!

If you don’t want to go, don’t go!" Zhang Yingjie never forced his children to do things they don’t like. Now, when Zhang Junping begged, his heart became weak.

“Thank you!

In fact, it’s nothing if I don’t go to college. Those college students may not be better than me!

How do you see the painting I drew?

Beautiful?

I feel like it can be used as a work of art!

Maybe your son will become a great painter one day!

Then who, Qi Baishi, he was a carpenter back then, and later became a famous master of calligraphy and painting!" Zhang Junping hurriedly thanked. In order to reassure his father, Zhang Junping invited Qi Baishi and Qi Lao.

"Okay, forget it if you don't want to!

Hu Zi, your painting is really good, but why is this furniture the color? Is this color too light?"

"Dad, this European-style furniture is mainly light colors!"

"real?

But the color is so light, the furniture is easy to get dirty!"

"Dad, our sofas are not sold to rural people. Even if they are urban people, those who can afford them are all cadres!

How could those cadres’ homes be as dirty as those of us ordinary people’s homes?

I have a special nanny, and I don’t know how many times I clean it in a day!

Why are you afraid of rising?" Zhang Junping explained with a smile.

"What's wrong with rural people?

Who told you that we rural people are dirty?" Dong Yaozong stepped into the office door and happened to hear Zhang Junping say something that is not as dirty as the rural people. He was furious and asked loudly.

"Uncle, you are obedient and you ran over and argued with me!

OK, everything in the countryside is good!

Is it okay to be clean and spotless in the countryside?

We are not afraid of being worse than others, we are afraid of your blind self-esteem!

No one can tolerate others saying that rural areas are not good!

Everything is good in the countryside, so why do you run into the city?

Look at the educated youth who went to the countryside, how many of them stayed?”
Chapter completed!