In a blink of an eye, it was 1971.

Ying Jiang suddenly made a big turn of 180 degrees and suddenly wanted to get along with the flower-planting family. Many people were not optimistic about it, especially Yang Feng.

"The foreign devils are our enemies!" Yang Feng said with tears in his eyes: "Many of my comrades died under their guns. I am the first to be dissatisfied with them just by letting go of them."

He Yuzhu advised him kindly: "Old factory manager, the situation is imminent. We have been behind others for hundreds of years. If we don't catch up, we will always be as secluded as the Qing Dynasty. In the future, we will be bombarded by others with artillery fire!"

Yang Feng remained silent.

He dared not forget the deep hatred of the blood sea, so he naturally had no good impression of Ying Jiang, but the beautiful rivers and mountains of the flower family could no longer withstand the baptism of a war.

Without economic development, it is useless for the flower planting family to have backbone. They really have to catch up. The only way is to open the country's door. He thinks he is sorry for his former comrades.

He Yuzhu said in a straightforward manner: "The martyrs shed blood and tears, and even built a country with their bodies is to let us protect it well. We are just cooperating, not treason."

"Really?" Yang Feng's eyes were filled with tears: "Didn't you fool me?"

"No." He Yuzhu said firmly. What they heard now was rumors and no real evidence, but Singhki's visit to the flower garden will definitely become a reality.

Chatting.

Xiaolinzi ran over and shouted in panic: "Director He, there is an old man in a car outside looking for you, saying that his surname is Chen, is he here to repay his kindness again?"

"No." He Yuzhu was surprised: "We have only protected a few people, so don't talk about kindness every day. I'll go see him now, maybe something good will happen."

Kobayashi looked puzzled.

Mr. Chen always comes to cause trouble. I am afraid he is asking He Yuzhu to help cook. I don’t know if this time it is to satisfy the customer’s desire for good fortune.

"What's the good thing about cooking?" Kobayashi said dissatisfiedly: "Director He is our backbone, how can he be someone else's follower?"

"It's a blessing to suffer a loss!" Yang Feng looked at He Yuzhu's back: "Follow him well, his pattern is better than you and me, so don't underestimate him."

Kobayashi is only timid.

When He Yuzhu saw Mr. Chen's car, he felt particularly excited. It was their first time after the exercise: "Mr. Chen, can I help you with anything?"

"Get on the bus quickly!" Mr. Chen photographed the location beside him: "Do you know how to cook Western food?"

He Yuzhu nodded.

Western food has just become popular in this era. The spring breeze of reform has blown, and Western things have slowly entered the flower planting family. Many people still don’t know what it is?

"It's done well." He Yuzhu said modestly, not wanting to show off his edge: "It's okay to deal with a foreign devil, but who is this guest?"

"Secret!" Mr. Chen said pretentiously: "But this guest is very important to us. We must do it to suit his appetite and never lose the face of our flower planter!"

Who is this guest?

He Yuzhu guessed in his heart that Mr. Chen's identity is not low. If he doesn't tell himself now, it must be that this matter is very important and is related to the future of the flower planter.

Is it really a rumor?

He Yuzhu turned to look at Mr. Chen: "Then where can we make this Western dish? It's not that I'm going to your house, right?"

"Beijing Hotel!" Mr. Chen said enthusiastically, looking at He Yuzhu meaningfully: "You can't tell anyone what happened today, you must remember it in your heart!"

Beijing Hotel?

He Yuzhu suddenly realized that it was a place to receive foreign guests, and ordinary people couldn't live in at all. Thinking of today's date, he suddenly understood.

It must be Singhki's visit.

The flower planter will definitely undergo earth-shaking changes. This meeting has attracted worldwide attention and they must be successful. He already knows how to do it?

"Old Chen, although this guest is from the West, his taste is not westernized. On the contrary, he likes our oriental food very much. I hope to make a bowl of mixed sauce noodles for him!" He Yuzhu talked happily.

"What?" Old Chen was stunned and after a long time of reminiscing: "Don't make such a super joke. Even if ordinary guests come to visit, we have to make eight big bowls. How can we use mixed sauce noodles?"

He Yuzhu smiled slightly: "Mr. Chen, sometimes it is not that the bigger the show, the more grand it will appear. Only by making the guests feel happy and successful, can they be considered a little success."

"It makes sense!" Mr. Chen was very open-minded, but he was still a little worried. After finally getting a turnaround, he didn't want to give up halfway: "It's better to prepare two sets of plans. If the guests like it, we will do it according to your wishes. If the guests are not satisfied, we will use the second set of plans immediately."

"Yes." He Yuzhu agreed without hesitation. He put the ingredients of the second set of plans aside. He was making mixed sauce noodles wholeheartedly, so that Singhki would never forget them.

In the evening.

The customer had arrived at the restaurant, and He Yuzhu immediately used his killer weapon to make the most delicious mixed sauce noodles in Sijiu City. As soon as he was served in the restaurant, Singhki gave him a thumbs up.

"     ok!" Singhki was extremely excited and kept twitching his nose. If it weren't for diplomatic etiquette, he would have swallowed it in one bite: "    very     good!"

Mr. Chen smiled so hard that he narrowed into a line.

This guy who came from Ying Jiang looked gentle and had no evil appearance. He spoke very politely, which shows that Ying Jiang is indeed sincere.

"Eat more with good food!" Chen Laoke said politely. Flower growers are generally very polite.

But Singhki didn't understand and thought that Mr. Chen was a fact. He said bluntly: "    one   more    blow!"

Oops.

He Yuzhu screamed in secretly. The bowl just now had used up all the ingredients, and now there was not even noodles. Now there was flour on hand, and the one that could be used was hand-rolled noodles.

“Can you get noodles again?”

"I'm afraid not!" The manager of the Beijing Hotel jumped so anxious that he jumped. It was already dinner time and there were no noodles. My sister is waiting to serve the noodles with mixed sauce: "I can't help, why are you making it so delicious?"

He Yuzhu was speechless.

He could only use hand-rolled noodles to make fried noodles. He was very clever and he made it very quickly. This time he made a big bowl and hoped that he would not make any more embarrassment.

Who knows.

Sinkieg kept giving his thumbs up, and of course he gave another bowl, and the manager almost fainted. The foreigners were all big-bellied men, but fortunately they had more flour.
Chapter completed!