Chapter 4: Flawed Flesh and the Cold Nail

“Unplanned?” Wang Dahai grabbed He Yuzhu’s arm, his eyes wide like copper bells, his voice low and trembling with uncontrollable excitement and nervousness. “Quick! Tell me! Where did you hear about this? Is it reliable?”

The shortage of meat and oil in the cafeteria was his biggest worry as the team leader and the soft spot for constant criticism from the superiors.

He Yuzhu calmly withdrew his arm and glanced over at Liu Lan and the others who were eavesdropping. Wang Dahai immediately understood and waved them away. “What are you looking at? Get back to work! Ma Hua, keep an eye on the stew pot!” The group reluctantly dispersed.

Only then did He Yuzhu pull Wang Dahai into a corner, his voice low and tinged with uncertainty. “Boss Wang, I heard from an old friend who used to do freelance work that sometimes the Meat Processing Plant has some ‘defective’ goods from transportation mishaps. They handle these internally at a much lower price. There might be a batch in the cold storage tomorrow afternoon.”

“Defective?” Wang Dahai furrowed his brows into a knot. “How bad? Rotten or smelly stuff won’t do!”

“They say it’s frozen meat, crushed and deformed during transport, looks unappealing but still edible.” He Yuzhu recalled fragments of information. “We’ll have to see for ourselves. The key is speed; many are watching this internal news.”

Wang Dahai rubbed his chin, his eyes flickering. An unplanned source of meat at a low price was too tempting.

But the risk was there. What if it really was bad, or someone reported them? He stared at He Yuzhu. “Are you sure about this?”

“About seventy to eighty percent sure.” He Yuzhu was noncommittal. “Whether it works out or not, we have to check it out. If it does, the workers get some meat in their bowls this month and you get credit. If not, at worst, just a wasted trip, no big loss.”

That hit Wang Dahai’s sweet spot. He slapped his thigh. “Alright! Let’s do it! Tomorrow afternoon... let me see... two o’clock. Old Liu in the warehouse has to submit reports; I’ll give him a heads-up. We’ll borrow the factory’s tricycle and make a quick trip to the Meat Processing Plant!” His face lit up. “If this works, Yuzhu, you’ll be the hero of our cafeteria! I, Old Wang, will remember your kindness!”

“All for the job,” He Yuzhu nodded, already plotting in his mind. This was the first step forward.

The cafeteria was busy to the point of exhaustion that afternoon.

He Yuzhu was in charge of the big pot stew. Though it was a simple dish, he controlled the heat and seasoning perfectly, making the cabbage and vermicelli more fragrant than usual, earning praise from the workers. Ma Hua diligently followed behind, eager to learn.

Near closing time, Xu Damao swaggered in, clutching some sheets of paper, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. “Silly Zhu, busy?”

He Yuzhu was wiping the stove and didn’t look up. “Spit it out.”

Xu slapped the papers on the cutting board. “The factory wants to issue a bulletin on ‘Saving is Honorable, Waste is Shameful.’ Your cafeteria is a key focus. Tell me, what advanced practices do you have to prevent waste and reduce costs? I’ll help promote it so the bosses can see!”

His tone was loaded, clearly aimed at the meat served at lunch—a jab at He Yuzhu.

Liu Lan and the others nearby looked tense. Wang Dahai wasn’t around; he had gone to report to logistics.

He Yuzhu glanced at the papers and scoffed. “Xu Damao, you ask like an amateur. Preventing waste is about meticulous calculation, not empty talk.” He tossed the papers back.

“Can’t answer, huh?” Xu smirked.

“Alright, I’ll tell you.” He Yuzhu straightened up, his voice low but clear throughout the kitchen. “First, planned purchasing. Quantities fixed by headcount—no buying an extra pound of grain, no taking an extra drop of oil. The warehouse accounts can verify that.”

“Second, making the most of coarse grains. Finely chopping cabbage stalks to cook them soft, soaking vermicelli fully, ensuring workers are full without wasting ingredients.”

“Third, using scraps. Pickling radish skins for salted vegetables, feeding leftover leaves to the factory pigs. Does that count?”

Each point made Xu’s face stiffen further.

“As for costs?” He Yuzhu stared at him. “You should ask the procurement department how much planned meat, eggs, and oil cost, then come ask me if we’re expensive.”

“A clever housewife can’t cook without rice, even a film operator should understand that. If you can get more affordable meat approved from the bosses, I guarantee, I He Yuzhu will see meat in workers’ bowls every meal! Can you do that?”

“I... I...” Xu was left speechless, his face turning dark red. As a film operator, he had no power over meat supplies.

“Then don’t act high and mighty here!” He Yuzhu grabbed a big spoon and slammed it down on the stove with a bang, making Xu flinch. “Promoting saving is good, but don’t dump the blame on the cafeteria! If you have time, figure out how to keep the films running without freezing up. That’s the real waste of state property!”

“Pft!” Ma Hua couldn’t hold back a laugh and quickly covered his mouth.

Liu Lan and the others stifled their smiles, shooting mocking looks at Xu.

Xu trembled with anger, pointing at He Yuzhu. “Fine! You wait and see, silly Zhu!” He snatched up the papers and stormed out of the cafeteria, laughter following him.

He Yuzhu expressionless, continued wiping the stove. Dealing with a petty man like Xu required hitting him where it hurts.

The next day at 1:30 p.m., Wang Dahai did borrow the factory’s battered tricycle, the cargo bed lined with a burlap sack. He was both excited and nervous. “Yuzhu, let’s go! While Old Liu submits the reports, we have to be quick!”

The two pedaled under the sun toward the Meat Processing Plant on the city outskirts. Wang Dahai kept muttering, “God bless, hope there’s meat…”

The plant had a forbidding gate and tall walls, the air tinged with the faint smell of livestock and disinfectant.

The gate guard was strict. Wang Dahai showed their steel mill introduction letter and work IDs, bowed repeatedly, and explained their purpose: they heard about some defective goods and wanted to see if they could get some for the factory cafeteria.

The guard made a call, and after a long wait, a middle-aged man in blue cloth overalls, wearing a leather apron and brimming with impatience, came out. He was the cold storage manager named Sun.

“From the steel mill? Defective goods?” Sun sized them up, eyes sharp. “Follow me, move quickly. There are others waiting.”

Passing several iron doors, a blast of cold air hit them. The huge cold storage was packed with pale frozen meat, chilling to the bone.

In a corner lay dozens of half slabs of pork. Upon closer inspection, most had obvious compressed dents on the skin, some parts frozen white and hard, looking truly unappetizing.

“Here you go.” Sun kicked the hard frozen meat. “The transport team was careless unloading and crushed it. By rules, it can’t go to the grocery store. Internal disposal, seventy percent of first-grade meat price per pound, sold whole slabs, no splitting. Want it? If not, others are waiting.”

Wang Dahai looked at the pockmarked frozen meat, hesitant. “Master Sun, is this meat really not spoiled inside?”

“Cold storage at minus eighteen degrees. Not a chance of spoilage!” Sun snapped. “Just surface damage! Take it or leave it!” He started to walk away.

“I’ll take it!” He Yuzhu suddenly spoke, his voice firm and decisive.

He crouched, tapped a few dents with his gloved hand, and inspected the meat’s color and texture. The sign-in info matched; it was just compressed, no internal problems.

“Master Sun, we’ll take them all!” He stood, resolute. “Please weigh and invoice. We’re the Red Star Steel Mill cafeteria, following the rules.” He pulled out the prepared money and factory procurement certificate.

Wang Dahai was shocked, trying to pull He Yuzhu back. “Yuzhu, all of it? What if…”

“Boss Wang, trust me.” He Yuzhu whispered swiftly. “The meat’s fine. Seventy percent price. Miss this chance and it’s gone. We’ll thaw it, trim the surface, cut it for stew. Who’ll notice the flaws? The workers will have fat in their bellies—that’s what matters!”

Wang Dahai looked at He Yuzhu’s confident eyes, bit his lip. “Alright! I’m with you! Master Sun, weigh it!”

Sun gave He Yuzhu a surprised glance, apparently not expecting such boldness from a young cook. He nodded. “Wait here.”

They weighed, invoiced, and paid. A full 320 pounds of frozen meat! Though visually unappealing, it was heavy and stacked in the tricycle bed, covered with the burlap sack.

Wang Dahai looked at the ticket stamped with the Meat Processing Plant’s red seal, then at the cargo bed, shaking with excitement. “It’s done! Really done! Yuzhu, you’re a lucky star!”

They struggled to pedal the much heavier tricycle home. The setting sun stretched their shadows long. Wang Dahai excitedly planned how to distribute the meat.

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