Siheyuan came through and sent Jia Zhang to prison

He Feng escorted Ma Xin safely to her doorstep, watched her enter, and was about to turn around and leave when he saw Zhao Lei hurriedly walking towards him from afar, his face full of anxiety.

He Feng's heart moved, wondering if there was any new development in the case. When Zhao Lei approached, he immediately asked, "What's going on? Any progress?"

Zhao Lei panted slightly, shook his head helplessly, and said, "Director, there hasn't been any breakthrough yet. However, we've arranged for personnel to monitor them from all angles, and no key nodes have been missed. If they show any signs of movement or any plans, our insiders will definitely pass on the information in a timely manner."

He Feng frowned slightly, looked at Zhao Lei seriously, and said, "Although I don't know who our insider is, you must understand that protecting the insider is of paramount importance. The insider is in danger and could be exposed at any time. If something goes wrong, our entire plan may fail. Do you understand?"

Zhao Lei nodded vigorously and said firmly, "Director, rest assured. I will do everything I can to protect the insider's safety. I have arranged for the most reliable personnel to keep a close eye on the insider's surroundings to ensure that nothing goes wrong."

He Feng patted Zhao Lei on the shoulder and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Everyone has been busy all day today. You should go back and rest, stay in good shape, and be ready to deal with emergencies at any time." Zhao Lei responded and turned to leave.

He Feng had indeed been busy all day, exhausted both physically and mentally. He just wanted to get home and rest. As he walked back, he pondered the case. As he had expected, while everything appeared calm on the surface, with no obvious anomalies, the underworld was secretly stirring, searching for the figures in the painting. This indicated that their actions had alerted the underworld forces, and the situation was likely to become even more complicated.

When He Feng returned to the courtyard, he happened to see He Yuzhu entering. He couldn't help but ask, "Zhuzi, aren't you the deputy director of the cafeteria now? You shouldn't be so busy at work, so why are you back so late?"

He Yuzhu's face was filled with smiles, and he said to He Feng respectfully, "Uncle, several big customers came to the steel mill today, and the factory wants to entertain important guests. The director specifically asked me to cook, so I came back a little late." As he spoke, he gestured, as if he was still immersed in the busyness and pride of cooking.

He Feng nodded slightly, a hint of relief flashed in his eyes, and said: "It seems that you are now highly valued by Director Yang in the factory. At this rate, the position of canteen director will not be far away from you." He Feng knew that He Yuzhu's performance in the steel rolling mill was getting better and better. Not only did he have superb cooking skills, but he also became more mature in dealing with people. It was only a matter of time before he would be promoted.

He Yuzhu no longer takes leftovers home like he used to. When serving food to the workers, his hands are steady, never trembling, and he always gives them generous portions. As a result, both the hardworking workers in the workshop and his colleagues in the kitchen praise He Yuzhu, and his prestige within the factory is growing. In fact, in everyone's mind, the position of canteen director has long been tailor-made for He Yuzhu.

After listening to He Yuzhu's explanation, He Feng turned around and went back. He knew that his arrival in this era had already changed the course of history to a certain extent. Now, the most important thing for him was to go all out to find the murderer of Ran Qiuye and seek justice for her.

When Qin Jingru saw He Yuzhu coming back, she hurried forward and said with concern: "Brother Zhuzi, are you tired? I have prepared dinner and have been waiting for you to come back." Her eyes were full of tenderness and consideration. She gently took the things in He Yuzhu's hand and put them aside.

He Yuzhu looked at Qin Jingru, his heart deeply moved, and said, "I should have come back earlier, but I didn't expect to be delayed by the matter at the steel mill. You said you had worked a day and were very tired, so why are you still cooking? Just wait for me to come back and do it." He Yuzhu looked at Qin Jingru, his eyes filled with both heartache and gratitude.

Qin Jingru smiled, a faint blush on her cheeks, and said, "Brother Zhuzi, what are you talking about? We are a family now, it doesn't matter who cooks. By the way, I just saw my uncle come back, I don't know if he has eaten?" Qin Jingru said as she let He Yuzhu into the house.

He Yuzhu smiled and said, "I just smelled the smell of alcohol on your uncle. It seems that he has already eaten. I will bring him a bowl of porridge later to warm his stomach." As they were talking, they were about to go into the house.

Just then, Qin Huairu saw He Yuzhu coming back and heard that there was an event at the steel mill. She subconsciously thought that He Yuzhu would come back with food like before. You know, whenever there was an event at the steel mill, He Yuzhu would never go home empty-handed. And when Qin Jingru was not around, He Yuzhu would always send the leftovers directly to her house. Although they were all leftovers, they were actually all He Yuzhu had cooked and served them while they were fresh. For the Jia family, this was a good opportunity to improve their lives.

Jia Dongxu was in poor health, and naturally needed some rest. As for herself, although she was also a fitter, she was only a first-level fitter, having only passed the exam thanks to Yi Zhonghai's help. Her salary wasn't high, and her family was struggling financially. So, upon hearing that He Yuzhu had returned from the steel mill, Qin Huairu rushed over.

Qin Huairu walked up to He Yuzhu and glanced at his hands. Seeing that they were empty, she thought Qin Jingru had already taken the dishes into the house. She said with a smile on her face, "Zhuzi, you just got back? I heard that several senior leaders from the steel mill came. Did you cook the dishes?"

When He Yuzhu mentioned that he cooked to entertain the senior leaders, he immediately became excited and said proudly: "Of course, I am the best chef in the steel rolling mill. For such an important occasion, who else can cook if not me?" He Yuzhu straightened his chest, his eyes shining with confidence.

After hearing this, the smile on Qin Huairu's face disappeared instantly, and she began to pretend crying, crying and saying, "Zhuzi, you don't know how difficult the situation is for my sister's family right now. Dongxu is in poor health and has become like this. I am only a first-level fitter now. I earn that little money and have to buy medicine for Dongxu. It's been many days since I had a good meal. Look at the food you brought back, are they for me?"