Deputy Director Han was about to make a sound when he clinked the ingredients, and Han Xiajun's extremely surprised voice came from the door: "Will our family eat dumplings for lunch?! Then I have to eat more!"

"Second brother is back?"

Han Yu looked up and said hello to Han Xiajun.

Han Xiaozhao blinked and said in a slight voice: "My second uncle came back in time!"

"Second uncle."

Han Zhen called Han Xiajun lightly and his eyes fell back to the chessboard.

"There are so many dumplings, so my second brother eats them even if he opens his stomach."

Shu Ying said, and asked Gu Yan to bring the wrapped dumplings to the kitchen together.

"Didn't you say you want to apply for a typist at a soda factory office? Why are you still wandering around and not preparing at home?"

Deputy Director Han washed his hands and returned to the living room and frowned and looked at Han Xiajun.

"I didn't go out and wander around. I went to find my classmates to get the dial table. I asked someone to help me and I would like to pick it up today."

Han Xiajun grinned and shook the paper tube in his hand.

"Dad, please sit down and help me see how to remember this dial quickly."

He took Deputy Director Han's arm and sat on the sofa. Han Xiajun unfolded the paper tube in his hand and placed it on the coffee table:

"There are more than two thousand lead characters, exactly the same as what Xiaoying said. There are rare characters on both sides and commonly used characters in the middle. Looking at these dense words, Dad, I have a big head."

Han Xiajun changed into a bitter face, scratched his head, and his eyebrows were filled with sadness.

"Since you know the difficulties, why don't you choose other jobs to apply? I think the delivery staff is very good."

It’s not that Deputy Director Han doesn’t believe in his stepson’s ability, but that Han Xiajun’s own level is, Deputy Director Han is more or less a bit of a good foundation here.

He is careless and can't endure hardships, and he is not a person who can sit still. In his opinion, there is basically no chance to apply for a typist.

Han Xiajun: "Deliveryman? But I can't drive!"

Deputy Director Han: "After just started working, the factory will only let you follow the car to deliver the car, close to the sales point with small supply, probably just ride a bike."

Han Xiajun's eyes were hesitant: "There are eight job quotas for delivery workers..."

"The soda factory has submitted a business expansion report to the general factory, intending to add beer production lines. The general factory is doing research, and it is at least 70% sure of being approved."

When Han Xiajun heard what Deputy Director Han said, he suddenly slapped his thigh: "No wonder he is recruiting workers now. He needs eight delivery staff in one move. It turns out that he wants to add beer production lines!

Dad, then when you say that when beer is produced, will it be like soda, and can you give our factory employees and families free of charge?"

Rolling Han Xiajun's eyes, Deputy Director Han: "What are you thinking about? The soda that the employees and their families in the factory drink for free is only a popular orange flavor.

Like other flavors, don’t you have to pay for it? If beer is really produced and supplied to the factory employees and their families, at most it will be charged according to the pot like you would use soda in a soda room.”

"Stingy."

Han Xiajun muttered.

Deputy Director Han glanced at Han Xiajun: "Don't always think about taking advantage of the public."

After striking all over, Han Xiajun shrank his neck and said with a smile: "I haven't thought about it, I've definitely never thought about it."

Before seeing Deputy Director Han continue to release the air conditioner, Han Xiajun pointed to the plaque on the coffee table and asked carefully: "Then do I still want to memorize this plaque?"

Deputy Director Han had a expressionless face: "I have thought about it and want to apply for a deliveryman?"

"I have no idea."

Han Xiajun shook his head honestly.

"You are not young anymore, you have to have your own ideas when doing things. Think carefully about what you can do, and then think about which job you want to apply for is more confident."

"Of course, the delivery staff have a great grasp of it. I graduated from high school and it is definitely not a problem to pass the written test."

"Don't you dislike the low salary?"

"It's not much lower than a typist, and there are subsidies, just... I guess I'll be a little tired, unlike a typist who sits in the office, and in the future... I can still become a cadre in the future."

"There are different regulations in the world. For typists who apply for examinations, there is indeed a cadre position, but the premise is that they can pass the exam first and be officially hired by the factory.

Compared with typists, the job of a delivery work is as long as you are diligent, flexible, and use snacks to do things. Anyone who can apply for the exam will not cost much attention to the normal work of the job."

Han Xiajun solicited the opinions of Deputy Director Han: "Why should I draw lots?"

"The dumplings are cooked!"

Shu Ying shouted in the kitchen.

Han Xiaozhao immediately ran to wash his hands, then went to the dining room to prepare to eat fat dumplings.

After packing up the black and white pieces on the chessboard, Han Zhen and Han Yu carried the small table to the shelter, and then the uncle and nephew left the living room one by one.

Shu Ying is responsible for cooking dumplings and serving them on a plate, while Gu Yan is responsible for bringing the dumplings into the dining room and putting them on the table.

When the two of them finished their work, everyone had already sat around the dining table.

The dipping sauce was made of Shu Ying. Deputy Director Han, Han Xiajun, Gu Yan, and Shu Ying put a small plate filled with dipping sauce in front of him.

The three little girls dripped some dipping sauce in the bowl and mixed it with dumplings to avoid being removed on the dining table when picking up the dumplings.

"It's so fragrant! Xiaoying's craftsmanship is beyond words!"

Han Xiajun stuffed a dumpling into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it, and directly stretched out his thumb to praise Shu Ying.

At this moment, he found that there were two people in the family but one more.

"Who are you?"

He tilted his head and looked at Gu Yan, and Han Xiajun's eyes were half-closed.

Gu Yan introduced himself: "Gu Yan."

"So you are the man who was rescued from the lake by our Xiaoying! I heard that you want to marry our Xiaoying. Did my dad agree to this? You just came into the house today, boy, you..."

Putting down the chopsticks, Han Xiajun said, rolling up his sleeves, as if he was going to have a fight with Gu Yan.

"sit down."

Deputy Director Han glanced at Han Xiajun: "Eat your dumplings."

"Second brother, what were you going to do just now?"

Shu Ying smiled and looked at Han Xiajun: "Didn't I tell my family before? Comrade Gu Yan wants to date me, so I agree! Come to our house today. Comrade Gu Yan has something to come to me, so you should be polite to him~"

"What's the good thing about this Gu guy?"

Han Xiajun glared at Gu Yan: "It looks like a little white-faced person, a soft-hearted person."

Shu Ying smiled in her apricot eyes and said to Gu Yan: "Captain Gu, have you heard it? My second brother said you are a novice and a savvy person. I wonder what you think?"

"I don't mind asking Comrade Han Xiajun to go to the Criminal Investigation Brigade to sit."

After Gu Yan said lightly, Han Xiajun was so scared that he looked like a primary school chicken, sitting upright, eyes straight, swallowing saliva, and stammering in his mouth:

"The surname is...Gu, you... are Captain Gu who is very good at solving the case in the legend?"

Gu Yan: "The legend cannot be said, but my surname is Gu, and my name is Gu Yan."

Han Xiajun staggered the sight contact between the two, wondering whether to pick up the dumpling bowl and flash it into the living room. No, he went to the second floor to eat in his own room.
Chapter completed!