Traveling back to 1952, starting a comeback from a relief station

on Monday.

The company is operating normally.

Liu Qi is an editor of the People's Publishing House's "Primary School Teacher" journal.

He came out from the gatekeeper's, carrying a cloth bag in one hand and five or six separate envelopes in the other.

The cloth bag contained manuscripts sent by the post office.

These few items were all personally delivered by the author.

Back in his office, Liu Qi made himself a cup of coffee, opened the manuscript, and began reading it one by one.

"Hmm, this handwriting is really good, neat and tidy!"

"They even attached a separate personal information sheet; they seem quite knowledgeable and experienced."

"But let's put that aside for now and look at the manuscript itself first—in my opinion, no matter who it is, it has to pass the quality test first, no exceptions!"

The first document Liu Qi opened was Wang Anping's submission.

He muttered to himself as he flipped through the pages, a habit he had while working.

Moreover, he never checks the author's information before reading the manuscript, which is also his rule—he is afraid that the author's identity and resume will affect his subjective judgment.

"The Three-Character Formula for Highly Effective Literacy: A Simplified Method for Teaching Literacy in Primary Schools?"

"Hmm, this title is quite good. It shows that the contributor has some skill. It's much better than those rambling and incomprehensible titles."

"I just don't know if the content will live up to the hype. What if it's just a facade, all talk and no action..."

The rambling and muttering continued.

But after a short while, Liu Qi shut up completely, and his expression became increasingly serious.

As he read on, word by word, he would pause for a moment from time to time.

His eyes were slightly raised, tilted forward at a 45-degree angle, making the forehead wrinkles that had appeared in his youth even more prominent—this was how he looked when he was deep in thought.

His fingers were still gesturing lightly on the edge of the table, pondering the teaching methods in the manuscript.

The more he looked, the brighter his eyes became, and a look of surprise gradually appeared in them.

A moment later, Liu Qi gently put the manuscript aside, eagerly picked up the personal introduction, and quickly scanned it.

"What?!"

"The writing is so fluent and the logic so clear, how come he's not some experienced veteran author?"

"And this author is only twenty years old?"

Liu Qi was utterly astonished.

He immediately stood up abruptly from the chair, not even bothering to catch the chair that had fallen to the ground.

Clutching the manuscript, he hurried out, taking a few quick steps towards the editor-in-chief's office, his footsteps echoing rapidly in the corridor.

the other side.

In the kitchen of the steel rolling mill, clanging and clattering sounds rose and fell, and everyone was busy as a bee.

Mornings are usually the busiest time for the cafeteria, and today, being Monday, there's so much food to prepare and so much work to rush, making it even busier than usual.

The kitchen staff huddled together, whispering about something—

I heard that a new chef is being transferred to the main kitchen today.

Everyone knew that He Daqing had resigned from the factory, and some well-informed people were even secretly inquiring about the inside story.

Someone approached Sha Zhu and made a joke on purpose:

"Silly Zhu, I heard your dad found a new wife? So you'll have a stepmother now?"

The sarcasm in his tone was obvious, and Sha Zhu immediately frowned, giving him no kind look.

The man was an old hand in the kitchen. Although he liked to joke, he didn't say anything too outrageous. But the young kitchen helper next to him wasn't so polite.

He raised his head and said in a loud voice:

"What kind of 'finding a wife' is this? It's clearly just cheating on your wife!"

"Shazhu, I also heard that the police arrested your dad as an enemy spy, and they even came to the factory to inquire about it before..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Sha Zhu was so angry that his eyes were blazing with fury that he kicked him.

The two immediately started fighting, banging the tables and chairs together. Fortunately, the people nearby reacted quickly and pulled them apart.

Sha Zhu is never at a disadvantage in a fight.

This really intimidated the others, and no one dared to speak ill of He Daqing in front of him anymore.

But he couldn't care less what people talked about behind his back.

He was seething with anger and resentment, but had nowhere to vent it, making Sha Zhu extremely depressed.

Just as he was silently chopping vegetables, seething with anger, the head of the logistics department rushed into the canteen. His gaze swept across the room, immediately spotting Sha Zhu, and he asked:

"He Yuzhu, can you get on the stove?"

"The chef who was originally scheduled to be transferred here is too busy to handle the lunch break as he has to prepare special dishes for the guests."

"If you can work on the stove, go up there and keep an eye on it for half a day, and get the job of working on the main stove."

"If you can, you can; if you can't, you can't."

"Don't brag."

"This is the lunch for thousands of workers. You can't afford to make even the slightest mistake!"

He Daqing's resignation was too sudden, without any notice, and the director of the logistics department already harbored resentment and had considerable opinions about him.

However, I heard that He Daqing was planning to abandon his family and run away with a widow, not even caring about his two children, Sha Zhu and He Yushui. The director didn't have any prejudice against Sha Zhu.

Instead, they thought of taking this opportunity to give him a chance to prove himself.

Furthermore, the logistics director also knew some of the details:

Although Sha Zhu was just a kitchen helper, his culinary skills came from a family tradition.

Before joining the steel rolling mill, he had worked as a waiter and assistant in restaurants with He Daqing since he was a child. Later, he even learned cooking from other master chefs, and his culinary skills were much better than those of ordinary apprentices.

However, he has a short tenure and lacks practical experience in cooking.

When Sha Zhu heard there was a chance to cook, his eyes lit up instantly, and he immediately patted his chest and guaranteed:

"Don't worry, Director, there won't be any problem with cooking!"

"The last few times my dad had an upset stomach, I cooked the food for the main kitchen, and the workers couldn't taste any difference!"

The director frowned slightly, intending to offer a few words of criticism.

However, He Daqing was not around, and we were in dire need of manpower, so we couldn't worry about these things.

He immediately nodded and said:

"Okay, then the big pot of vegetables for lunch today is yours."

"If you can pass this test smoothly without any mistakes, I'll consider making you a full-time cook instead of a kitchen helper!"

Sha Zhu was overjoyed, and all his gloom vanished.

Once the head of the logistics department leaves...

He immediately straightened his back and rightfully began assigning tasks to the others.

He gave extra training to those young people who always went against him and loved to slack off.

Sha Zhu, who had tied on his apron and was preparing to cook, looked at the stove in front of him and secretly rejoiced.

Suddenly I feel that it's actually a good thing He Daqing left.

otherwise.

I want to get a permanent position in the kitchen, but who knows when that will be!

The people in the kitchen were all surprised to see Sha Zhu suddenly get such an opportunity.

The younger ones secretly cursed Sha Zhu for being lucky, as if he'd stumbled upon a stroke of good fortune; while the older ones were much more pragmatic, and their tone became more polite when they spoke to Sha Zhu.

Although Sha Zhu cannot adjust their positions yet.

But if he can really secure the position of head chef, he will have considerable power in assigning tasks and distributing benefits, so we must get along well with him.