Chapter 145 144. Those People on the Other Side

A normal weekday morning.

Director Hu walked into the office with ease, carrying a bag and a huge thermos.

He can be said to be happy both physically and mentally these days, especially his health. The old stomach disease that had tormented him for several years has not recurred.

Director Hu's stomach disease is quite serious. When it attacks, the pain goes from the pit of his stomach to his lower abdomen, and it circles around. The pain is so severe that beads of sweat appear on his forehead, and he hunches his back and curls up into a ball, not daring to move.

He was a seven-foot-tall strong man who had fought on the front line. He once got stabbed and a big cut on his arm, but he didn't even blink and simply grabbed the criminal and pinned him to the ground with his backhand.

Can't stand a stomachache? Can't move even with clenched teeth?

I really can't stand it. Stomach problems are from the inside out, which is completely different from external injuries.

Even when he was not having an attack, Director Hu would feel as if there was a piece of ice in his stomach, cold and hard, which would give him a chill from time to time and make him feel uncomfortable.

Alas, I regret it.

When I was young, I relied on my good health and didn’t care.

Stake out and catch thieves. If you don’t want to eat, then don’t eat. It’s okay to go hungry for a meal.

There was an emergency case during dinner, and when he came back the food was cold. The senior colleague asked him to heat it up but he thought it was too troublesome and just shoveled the food straight into his mouth.

I was hungry while on duty in the middle of the night. I had instant noodles and hot water ready, but I was too lazy to prepare it. I just chewed two packets and washed them down with cold water. It was delicious.

It felt quite satisfying at that time. Once you reach this age, you have to pay back all the debts you owed when you were young.

Fortunately, we have it now.

When Director Hu was changing his uniform, he did not forget to take a happy look at the thermos on the table.

Drink a bowl before going out, and your stomach will feel warm. Have another bowl in the morning, another bowl in the afternoon, and also a bowl at night if you work overtime. You will feel comfortable throughout the day.

After persisting for these days, not only has the stomachache not recurred, but the ice in my stomach has also shown signs of melting.

It’s a good thing, but there are too few of them, and there are a few “animals” staring at them all day long.

Look, Director Hu hasn’t even changed his clothes yet.

Someone knocked on the door and came in directly, holding a large teapot in his hand.

"Director Hu, you're here, come and have some." Just three words in one sentence, he didn't even bother to say any polite words.

Director Hu was helpless. "I say, Lao Li, you were holding a paper cup yesterday, why did you change to this big one today?"

"Well, this will save the bureau some money."

"You can get more from me. This cup of yours can replace three paper cups."

"How could that be possible? I tried it and it lasted for three and a half cups." Old Li didn't care about the sarcasm in Director Hu's words at all, and he even admitted it.

He went to the table and turned on the thermos. A stream of hot air with a fragrance wafted out. Old Li squinted his eyes and took a smell, intoxicated.

He took another look inside the thermos and became unhappy. "Director Hu, why are you adding more and more water? It was thick before, but now it's become thin porridge. I'm afraid you'll be able to see your reflection in it in two days."

Director Hu changed into his uniform and said casually, "You are allowed to take the big stuff, but I am not allowed to add more water. You have been taking it all day long. How much do I have? If I don't use some tricks, I will be taken away by you in a few days."

Then they both pointed at each other and said, "You thief."

The 2L thermos was filled with a pot of yellow millet porridge. The millet was melted and a layer of rice oil floated on the surface, which was fragrant.

For this millet porridge, Director Hu specially bought a double-boiler with a casserole inner pot, which his daughter recommended to him. It is the kind used for making baby food.

Plug it in the night before and cook a pot of porridge for eight hours. Even if you add a little more water, it will be fine.

As a result, one third of Lao Li's big teapot was poured out after drinking one cup.

Director Hu felt sorry for him and said, "Alright, alright, that's enough."

"No, no, I finally got the chance to open the pot, I have to fill it up." Old Li didn't listen at all.

Director Hu was so angry, "You talk back every day, when is it not easy?"

Old Li didn't care at all and insisted on filling the thermos to the brim before putting it down.

He slowly held his big teacup, leaned on Director Hu's desk, and carefully took a sip of the millet porridge, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

"In the morning, I need something easy to digest to make my stomach feel good."

It's too full, and I can't carry it out without drinking some.

He also had a disease that he contracted when he was young. He had insufficient gastric motility and his stomach would bloat after eating. Sometimes he also had gastroesophageal reflux and constipation.

Director Hu glared at him hatefully, snatched the thermos away and quickly put the lid on it.

"Look at how stingy you are. It's just a little millet. You have a good relationship with Captain Jiang. Why don't you ask him for more after you finish eating it?"

"Xiao Jiang is easy to talk to, but the problem is that Instructor Xiao Gao is not easy to talk to." Director Hu was also helpless when he mentioned this, and pointed at Lao Li, "You, just save some for me. There are only 200 kilograms of millet in total. There are so many people in the whole bureau watching it, and I only have 5 kilograms, which needs to last a year."

Old Li was still not giving up and asked, "It's only the end of July, there's still half a year until next year, is it really gone?"

Once you’ve felt the comfort in your stomach, you can’t live without it for a day.

"Nonsense, we can only grow millet once a year here, plant it in March and harvest it in July or August. The next year I'm talking about is not January next year, but this time next year."

There’s no hope. I’m sure I won’t be able to hold on.

"Alas, why doesn't Captain Jiang's friend plant more?"

"The friend planted some for Xiao Jiang because he knew that he had stomach problems. Xiao Jiang said that his friend's fields were very small, just a few plots, and he should be content if he could give us half an acre to plant millet."

"Why is that, Director Hu? Why is that place of his so magical? I have eaten a lot of stomach-nourishing foods over the years, but none of them are as good as his millet."

"I think that's probably..."

The two of them were happily gossiping.

The door opened with a bang. This time, he didn't even knock. The person who came in had a loud voice, "Old Li, you're here too. Um, Director Hu, come in."

"Lao Zhang, please keep your voice down... Why are you holding such a big jar..."
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The older guys are obsessed with Xiaomi.

Young people are not very interested.

The young police officers in the police station finished their morning work and gathered around Xiao Wang.

"Eh? Is it really that delicious?"

"Of course not. Last time, I went there with Director Hu and Captain Jiang from the Municipal Bureau. Oh, it was so tender, smooth, and tasty. It was so delicious."

Xiao Wang is the one who went to the appointment with Director Hu last time, but he has a low sense of presence.

After I came back, I saw some new stuff and showed it off to my colleagues.

That's right.

"From what you said, it doesn't seem like a serious place..." One of them found the highlight, and everyone started laughing. Then it became even more lively.

"It's really three hundred per pound. I only make one hundred a day."

"Just make sure you have as many people as possible. There are twelve people at most, so one serving will be twelve."

“Why isn’t it available on the food delivery platform? Who can go and pack it?”

"It will take a long time for me to get it back. I just asked someone to run errands for me, so you have to pay me."

There was so much noise that Director Hu even came out to take a look...

then.

Zhang Xiaoru, who has already started working, and the person in front of her who is wearing the vest of the errand platform.

Confirmed his order again and again.

"Do you really want these?"

"Yeah, that's what it says on the order form...I'd better give him a call."

"..."

"Are you sure you want so much money for just this little thing?"

"Yes, it's definitely correct."

"Wait a minute, I'll make another call."

"..."

Confirmed several times.

Zhang Xiaoru ran into the kitchen.

"Master Xu, one serving of spicy crayfish and twenty-four noodles, take it away..."

"How much? You are kidding, girl."

"It's definitely correct. I've checked it several times. It's exactly 24."

"Good boy, let me scoop more soup..."
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Compared to the poor little policemen.

Teacher Qu from No. 3 Middle School has much more money.

It’s also much more beautiful.

That day, she had just returned from the Municipal Education Bureau after giving a report and was about to go to the provincial government to give a report.

Liu Xinxin and her parents visited with gifts, one to thank the teacher, the other to send an invitation to the graduation banquet.

Shuimu's admission letter has been delivered, and her family is planning a big celebration, and her homeroom teacher, Mr. Qu, must definitely sit in the main seat.

This year, Liu Xinxin is the top scorer in science in the city and ranks among the top ten in the province.

These scores are not related to which school you want to apply to. Instead, the admissions offices of major universities come to you to compete for your scores and offer a lot of preferential conditions.

However, Liu Xinxin was determined to study at Shuimu, so Shuimu's admissions office took advantage of her.

The people in the admissions office were happy and puzzled. During their conversation, Liu Xinxin's father took out a plastic-wrapped letter.

It turns out there is such a relationship, and it was the outstanding graduates of our school who contributed behind the scenes.

The admissions office reported the matter to the school, and the school contacted researcher Fu Boxuan.

Researcher Fu Boxuan made a special call to Liu Xinxin.

In addition to congratulations and blessings, the call focused on introducing his own mentor.

Junior sister from the same school +1.

As soon as the enrollment process was completed, Liu Xinxin and her family rushed to thank the teacher.

Teacher Qu was also happy. Her student was promising and she was proud of herself.

A warm welcome, caring attitude and lunch included.

After dinner, we were not allowed to leave. We went home together and continued chatting.

Then we talked about another great benefactor.

"Teacher Qu, can you contact the uncle who delivered the food? If it's convenient, I would like to thank him in person."

It’s convenient. How can it be inconvenient?

When Luo Yihang opened the shop, he invited Zhang Yue, Zhang Yue and Master Wang. Zhang Yue also invited Teacher Qu, and Teacher Qu in turn invited Vice Principal Fang.

By the way, there is also Teacher Zhang Yue’s husband and two of her husband’s colleagues.

I never thought that Zhang Yue and her husband Zhang Yue have the same pronunciation for their names.

And her husband turned out to be from No. 1 Middle School.

No. 1 Middle School and No. 3 Middle School have been competing for more than ten years, but this year was the first time that No. 1 Middle School was surpassed by No. 3 Middle School.

The three people from No. 1 Middle School were considered to have entered a "den of thieves" this time. They opened a small table for themselves and trembled in fear, which was very interesting.

And the food that day was delicious.

It’s really expensive.

The meal that Teacher Qu treated cost more than 4,000 yuan, and one-tenth of the bonus from the school was spent in one go.

Fortunately, I have good grades this year, and I have received bonuses from the city and the province, as well as invitations from various county high schools to share experiences, which all give me a considerable amount of subsidies.

Teacher Qu, we are not short of money.

Now that Liu Xinxin mentioned it, she couldn't help but think back to the crayfish that day, and her mouth couldn't help but drool.

Smiling, she replied, "He's in the city right now. He's opened a store in Times Square. Don't leave this afternoon. Let's go directly there in the evening. I'll treat you to dinner for the lunch you spent."

"That's not appropriate. I'll do it. I'll do it." Liu Xinxin's father kept refusing.

"It's okay, let's grill the crayfish. Xinxin is an adult now, let's indulge ourselves."

Oh, it turned out to be grilled crayfish. It didn’t cost much money, so Liu Xinxin’s parents agreed.

But, does it really cost very little?

It really didn't cost much, it was given to me by my boss.

(End of this chapter)