Siheyuan: Marrying His Wife Yue Qiluo, Everyone Went Crazy

But unable to step into the dark energy.

And warriors who step into the dark energy can transport the energy to the arms and some parts of the body.

Feng Rui just used strength.

Song Xingzhang was surprised by this energy just now.

He spoke in a calm manner.

But no one noticed.

At this time, the back of the palm of his right hand, which was tucked into the sleeve, had already started to turn red.

Crispy and fluffy.

Sweat also dripped from his forehead.

"Just some fur?"

"Master Feng, if you've only learned a little bit, then what did I learn?"

"I just don't know what school you studied under?"

"I am a student of Baguamen, Song Hong, the thirteenth generation descendant of Baguamen."

President Song gave a clasped fist ceremony.

Feng Rui was speechless.

This damn good old man will cook a dish.

What are you doing, a practicer who suddenly jumps out of martial arts?

"Secretary Feng, let's get away from the topic. I'll just cook a dish, and you guys will start talking about other topics. I'm going to faint."

Feng Rui was speechless.

"Okay, old Song, why are you talking about your martial arts?"

"Could it be that this kid Feng Rui can do anything, that's all, hurry up and go to the box in the cafeteria."

"Feng Rui, you boy will order a few good dishes for a while, and I won't let you down if I don't drink you for a while."

Secretary Feng pushed President Song.

Push President Song out.

Director Yang and Director Li looked at each other.

It's also a bit dumbfounding.

What is going on in this situation is really unpredictable.

Director Liu followed Director Yang and the others out of the kitchen.

Seeing this, Feng Rui's eyes flashed strangely.

Ma Hua and Liu Lan felt a little resentful at this moment.

"Let's start cooking. Prepare a few dishes for me. Let me tell you, you just follow what I said later."

Feng Rui looked back at them.

"Okay, Master Feng, let's do it now."

"How to do it, you can tell."

Feng Rui was too lazy to do it himself.

Let Mahua and the others do the cooking.

And when I heard Feng Rui say that.

Ma Hua's eyes lit up immediately.

Could it be ecstasy.

026. To be promoted to the director of the ninth workshop, you have a heavy responsibility! 【5/15 for customization】

Look, this is the real master.

Ma Hua suddenly felt that his master Sha Zhu was no longer good.

He thought he had studied under Sha Zhu for so many years.

But Shazhu has always been unwilling to teach himself the craftsmanship of Sichuan cuisine.

I am afraid that the church will kill the apprentice and starve the master to death.

However, someone like Feng Rui never existed.

He still had some prejudice against Feng Rui from the beginning.

But this time, inexplicably, he admired Feng Rui.

Perhaps this kind of talent is truly worthy of respect.

Feng Rui cooks for Secretary Feng and the others at the rolling mill at noon.

And this time, Secretary Feng had already walked out of the kitchen with President Song and the others, and came to the box.

"I said, Old Song, why were you so excited with that boy Feng Rui just now? This is not like your usual style."

Once in the box.

See Director Yang and Director Li are still outside.

At this moment, Secretary Feng said to Song Xingchang.

"Old Feng, you can see for yourself."

President Song didn't bother to explain.

He stretched out his right hand directly in front of Secretary Feng.

At first, Secretary Feng felt that Song Xingchang made a fuss.

So mysterious.

However, when he saw Xingchang Song's red back of his hand.

He was also taken aback.

"This..."

President Song immediately shook his head when he saw this.

...

Time is like running water, passing silently.

When Feng Rui instructed Ma Hua and the others to finish lunch for Secretary Feng and prepare to go home.

It was already around one o'clock in the afternoon.

He was just about to leave the rolling mill on his bicycle to go to a nearby supply and marketing agency to buy something for his wife.

This will be the sound of the broadcast coming from the broadcasting room.

"The latest news will be broadcast below, and the latest news will be broadcast below."

inside the broadcast.

Yu Haitang's familiar voice sounded.

"what's going on?"

In the rolling mill, in various workshops, the rolling mill employees who are wearing the blue work system will be going to work.

When hearing this broadcast sound.

Could it be that he stopped the work at hand and stopped.

Fifth workshop.

Liu Haizhong, the second uncle of the seventh-level blacksmith, was holding a teacup in his hand.

He just asked his apprentice to process the steel.

This committee is preparing to sit on the sidelines and guide the workers to continue working.

Hear this voice.

Second uncle Liu Haizhong was taken aback for a moment.

Publicity Section.

screening room.

The screening room where Xu Damao is located.

Xu Damao was busy chatting with a female employee of the publicity department.

When hearing the news of the broadcast in the broadcasting room.

Unhappily said, "What's the news about this good episode? Why hasn't Yu Haitang heard from her?"

"Let me tell you, you, Xu Damao, don't know. Yu Haitang's radio room is going to broadcast a message today. The thank you letter and the promotion of Feng Rui, the eighth-level fitter, to the eighth-level fitter."

"What? Feng Rui? Eighth-level fitter?"

After hearing this from the female staff.

At first Xu Damao thought he had heard wrong.

But soon there was a voice from the radio room.

They were instantly stunned.

"After the factory assessment, due to the excellent performance of Master Feng Rui, the seventh-level fitter of the second workshop, in the factory, it was jointly reviewed and decided by the factory leadership meeting. Master Feng Rui, the seventh-level fitter of the factory, was specially nominated as the director of the ninth workshop of the factory. The monthly salary was increased to [-] yuan per month."

"I hope Director Feng Rui will make persistent efforts in the future."

"The other message is about the announcer in the radio room of the rolling mill, that is, me, Yu Haitang..."