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"Zhuzi, come here! I need to talk to you!"
Seeing Qin Huairu approaching, Zhuzi replied eagerly and followed her to a secluded spot.
"Sister Qin, did you come to find me for something?" Zhuzi asked impatiently.
"Zhuzi, I won't hide it from you. You know that Si Geng is at a crucial stage of growth. In the past, he relied on the meals you brought him for nutrition, but he hasn't eaten your cooking for a whole month because I couldn't work recently. He's lost weight!"
As she spoke, Qin Huairu's eyes welled up with tears.
Hearing this, Zhuzi quickly responded, "Sister Qin, don't be sad. I know it's not easy for you to support the whole family by yourself. But today, Director Yang is treating us, and I saved half of the chicken and pork! I'll make sure to cook it for Si Geng so he can regain his strength."
Qin Huairu's face brightened at the mention of chicken and pork. "You're the best, Zhuzi! Thank you on behalf of Si Geng!"
"Oh, there's no need for thanks! Si Geng is like my own son; it's only right that I provide him with good food!"
As Zhuzi gazed at her with earnest eyes, Qin Huairu pretended not to notice and continued with a feigned difficulty. "Zhuzi, the real reason I came is to ask if you could help me get some flour from the kitchen! We've been drinking corn porridge for a month now, and Si Geng keeps asking for noodles and steamed buns!"
"But we can barely afford corn porridge anymore, so I had no choice but to come to you—his uncle who treats him like his own child."
When Zhuzi heard that she wanted flour from the back kitchen, he quickly refused. "No way, Sister Qin! That flour belongs to the factory; if I take it without permission, it would be stealing! If I get caught, I'll end up in jail!"
It seemed that Zhuzi still had enough sense not to blindly comply with Qin Huairu's request.
Qin Huairu had anticipated his refusal and let her tears flow again. "Zhuzi, I'm really out of options here. Si Geng just has this small request. As his mother, I feel powerless to fulfill it. I thought since you're the head chef in the kitchen and have authority over everything there, taking ten or eight pounds of flour wouldn't be a big deal!"
"If you're worried about getting caught, then forget it. After all, Si Geng doesn't have a father who is a chef."
Seeing Qin Huairu cry made Zhuzi anxious; he started scratching his head in distress. "No! Sister Qin, please don't cry! I really can't take any flour! There's a daily quota; if I take less, I won't be able to explain it!"
Noticing that Zhuzi's tone was softening, Qin Huairu began to suggest ideas. "Zhuzi, why don't you make the steamed buns smaller? That way, if each bun is just a little smaller and you're steaming so many every day, you could have some extra flour!"
After hearing this suggestion from Qin Huairu, Zhuzi thought it might actually work. He could even make the dough fluffier so that when they were steamed, the buns would end up larger than before! No one would notice that some flour was missing!
"Alright then, Sister! I'll do as you say and bring you meat and flour today!"
In the end, Zhuzi couldn't resist Qin Huairu's tears any longer.
"Really? Thank you so much, Zhuzi! I'm sure Si Geng will be very grateful for what you've done for him!"
Seeing Zhuzi agree made Qin Huairu feel delighted inside. She casually praised him a couple of times before happily leaving.
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