Liu Yuyan was almost moved to tears at this moment! This child, how could he curse his mother?
Zheng Lin didn't know what to say either.
This answer was really too innocent for a child to say.
Zheng Lin laughed dryly, 'Innocent words from a child, innocent words from a child!'
If she had known that Han Ting would say this, she would not have asked.
Han Songlin, however, didn't react much, because he had also said something like that before.
'Ting'er, why did you say that?' Han Songlin asked calmly; what kind of bad thoughts could a child have?
'Grandma said that I have to burn her more paper money in the future! I promised Grandma that I will burn her a lot of paper money in the future, and carry it on my back!'
Han Songlin rubbed Han Ting's little head and didn't say anything.
Isn't this what the elderly want after they die?
During the Qingming Festival, they can come to the graves to hang greenery; at the beginning of the year, they can also remember them and burn three incense sticks. Is this too much to ask?
No one can say it's too much!
'Then you have to remember what you promised Grandma!'
Han Ting's little expression was full of seriousness: 'I remember!'
She looked at Liu Yuyan, who slightly opened her red lips. At this time, she was not angry anymore.
Her own child is a good, filial child.
This makes Liu Yuyan very happy, and she feels that she has not raised her grandchild in vain.
Zheng Lin also does not know what to say. She has sat here and watched a touching scene of her granddaughter being filial to her grandmother?
She has not visited her grandmother's grave to show her filial piety for a long time!
In the canteen, people started queuing up to get their meals at half past eleven.
So when Han Songlin and the others arrived, many people had already finished eating, washed their lunch boxes and left.
'Hello boss!'
Han Songlin hugged Han Yufei and smiled, nodding and greeting people.
If he met someone he knew their name, he would call out their name.
For ordinary employees, this was not much to ask; being able to have your name remembered by the boss was an honour.
It was even possible to be completely loyal to someone because of this small thing.
Of course, the prerequisite was that the salary was enough.
If you show respect to others, they will respect you in return; respect is always mutual.
'Xiao Yuan, get two pairs of new chopsticks and a spoon.'
Zheng Lin went directly to make arrangements, while Han Songlin gave the child to Liu Yuyan and went to check out the food in the cafeteria.
On the Yanghe side, the cost is slightly higher than in the music pool.
Normally, the higher the level of economic development, the higher the prices and consumption.
This is normal.
With a meal fee of 1.5 yuan, you can now get a decent meal in any cafeteria in China.
Han Songlin was certain of this.
The food was not bad, with lean pork and celery, and fried eggs with loofah.
There was also a winter melon soup with large pieces of pork bone in it.
'Boss, the ingredients have been purchased,' Xue Guiping hurried over as soon as he saw Han Songlin.
The fact that they could be purchased so quickly was thanks to the butcher that Fuxing Industry had always worked with.
Xue Guiping went to the market and directly stated the requirements, and the butcher naturally contacted the vendors.
Xue Guiping mainly went to the Chinese medicine shop to get tonic medicine.
He found an old Chinese medicine practitioner to prescribe it, and he was not afraid of asking anyone for medicinal food.
Han Songlin saw the things that had already been placed on the counter in the canteen. There were really quite a lot of them.
'You've worked hard!'
Being able to get things done in such a short time, no matter what the process was, from the results, Xue Guiping was quite capable.
'Hey, hey, this is what I should do! By the way, boss, this is Yuan Fang, a distant cousin of mine.' Xue Guiping could have kept his relationship with Yuan Fang a secret. Who would have known if they hadn't said anything?
But Xue Guiping felt that it was better to come forward and say something.
If Han Songlin had found out that day, he would have formed a bad opinion of them.
What, you're the head of the office and the canteen manager, what do you want to do?
Could it be that he embezzled money?
This was a grave injustice to Xue Guiping.
Xue Guiping was able to establish himself in the factory and had a good reputation; it was because he didn't engage in such things.
In the past, when the factory was in such a state, Xue Guiping didn't engage in such things, and now naturally he is even more unwilling to do so.
Who would want to engage in unscrupulous practices when they can live a good life!
Han Songlin took a look around
'In the canteen now, is it Xiao Yuan who is in charge of the cooking?'
'Yes, he is in charge now.'
Han Songlin surveyed Yuan Fang. He was not very young, in his early twenties at most.
He was about 1.7 metres tall and reasonably fit.
His appearance was passable.
Anyway, earlier on, Zheng Lin had told him to send Yuan Fang here.
This made Han Songlin think in other ways.
Could the two of them possibly become a couple?
Well, it seems unlikely.
'Not bad, this is quite good. I think his cooking is quite good,'
'He mainly learned from his father. In the past, whenever there was a wedding or funeral in the village, he would help out.' Having gained Han Songlin's approval, Xue Guiping felt a weight lift off his mind.
The main reason for recruiting Yuan Fang was that Yuan Fang's father had come looking for work.
Xue Guiping got on well with Yuan Fang's father, so he couldn't refuse.
For people nowadays, if they can get a job in a factory, they will definitely choose to do so.
Working in a factory means having a stable job and income.
Walking down the street, they felt superior to others.
Because those who could enter the factory were considered capable people.
'Master Yuan, you'll have to work hard this afternoon!'
Yuan Fang smiled a little embarrassed, 'It's what I should do!'
'Okay, serve us some food!'
Xue Guiping said, 'Boss, let Yuan cook two dishes for you!'
'Forget it, I don't want to bother,'
Han Songlin refused.
Since they had come to the canteen to eat, they had to eat the same food as the workers.
Otherwise, they shouldn't come to the canteen to eat.
Was the food in the restaurants outside not delicious?
If you're going to pretend, you have to pretend a little.
Besides, the food in the Fuxing Industrial Canteen was pretty good.
Just take the rice, for example. In order to save costs, other canteens use old rice, but in the Fuxing Industrial Canteen, the rice is at most from last year.
The rice from this year hasn't even started to form ears yet, so where would there be new rice?
Han Songlin took the food and served it to Liu Yuyan and Han Ting.
He didn't sit with the three of them, but instead sat with Lai Youshan and the others.
Lai Youshan had seen Han Songlin enter the canteen earlier, so he slowed down quite a bit when eating.
'Lai Lao, is the food to your liking?'
Lai Youshan smacked his lips, and despite still treating Han Songlin with the same initial politeness, he was very pleased in his heart.
At this age, he didn't value money-making that much.
Instead, he cared more about these things.
'Xiao Yuan's cooking is good. It's much better than the canteen before!'
'That's good enough! Today, I asked the canteen to prepare some stewed pig's feet and chicken with tonic herbs, so that the workers can eat in the canteen in the evening as well.'
Usually, many workers go home for dinner.
Of course, there are also workers who eat in the canteen.
After all, meals in the canteen are provided with meal tickets and are free of charge.
You can also save some money for your family.
One yuan a day, which is not a small amount over the course of a month.
'Haha, that's good!' Lai Youshan thinks that Han Songlin is a good boss. If you look at other private factories, not many of them provide tonic for their workers.
It's not bad if they don't oppress the workers.