Director Gao heard his words, nodded: "Your idea is indeed good. Although such weather only occurs once every few years, if we can’t properly divert the water coming down from the mountain, I’m afraid the factory will suffer."
After saying that, he called out towards the door: "Xiao Song, come here."
Soon, a young man came in at the door: "Director, you called me."
Director Gao instructed: "Notify the leadership team members to come here for a meeting."
Everyone quickly gathered, and Director Gao discussed the situation with them: "What are everyone’s thoughts?"
The old secretary Wang Guiping was very supportive: "I think it can work, and it would be best to implement it as soon as possible. Not to mention that now water has already flowed down all the ravines behind the mountain, and once the cement pipes are buried, the water can head straight into the Yuquan River. Even if we don’t need it now, it’s better to be prepared rather than sorry. Besides, those cement pipes are taking up space in storage, so they can be reused."
The other cadres naturally had no objections, so they set to work immediately, quickly dispatching a group of workers to operate in the rain.
They directly started digging three channels, and those long-sealed old cement pipes were brought back into use. Everyone was worried about the safety of the factory and worked with great effort.
Xinyan still heard about it from Zhao Jianlan, who came to find her in the rain: "Xinyan, they say that if this rain continues, the Yuquan River might overflow, it’s really concerning."
In her past life, during this year’s college entrance exams, it did rain for several consecutive days. Because she wasn’t able to take the exams, she was extremely depressed and did not pay much attention to many things, but she was sure the water from the Yuquan River had never overflowed its banks and thought it probably wouldn’t be an issue.
Xinyan comforted her: "It’s been raining for several days now, it should stop soon."
Zhao Jianlan joked: "My mom says the sky is leaking."
The two chatted happily and lost track of time. Seeing the small alarm clock on the table, Zhao Jianlan suddenly exclaimed: "Oh no, oh no, my mom sent me out to buy salt, I said I would just come play with you for a bit, and now it’s noon, I have to go back or my mom will give me an earful."
With that, she grabbed her umbrella and hurried to the door: "Xinyan, I’m leaving. If you have nothing to do, come play at my house, my mom’s been having me learn to cook these days. She says if I don’t practice, no one will want me in the future."
Xinyan laughed and walked her to the door: "Then make sure to learn well."
Zhao Jianlan stopped Xinyan, who was about to see her off: "Don’t come out, I’m leaving now."
Xinyan didn’t insist: "Be careful."
Once Zhao Jianlan left, she quickly got into action. Knowing from Zhao Jianlan that He Jinxuan and the others were digging drainage channels in the rain, she thought she might as well make more food since he would definitely come by to grab a lunch box after work.
She went straight to picking a lot of green beans from the space to prepare braised noodles. This meal could be sent to the two little ones a bit later without it being an issue. If she cooked noodles, they would get mushy after a while.
Her cooking speed was quick, and before long, the noodles were simmering. She also made some millet porridge and finally fried four eggs.
Just as the meal was ready, He Jinxuan walked in, watching her busy under the cooking shed: "Yanyan."
Xinyan stood up and smiled at him: "Finished work?"
Seeing she didn’t object to him calling her that, He Jinxuan’s heart fluttered: "Yes, what did you make? It smells so good."
Xinyan opened the pot, stirring the green beans and noodles evenly: "Made braised noodles."
He Jinxuan came closer: "The canteen had braised pork today, I was just about to get my lunch box for some."
Xinyan removed the wood from the stove, extinguishing the fire: "I’m resting at home, so if I want to eat, cooking myself is fine. I heard you were digging drainage ditches?"
He Jinxuan’s eyes were full of tenderness: "Yes, water is flowing through all those gullies behind the mountain. If not dealt with, we’re afraid it might flood into the factory. During the factory’s renovation, a lot of cement pipes were replaced, perfectly suited for the job, achieving a permanent solution."
Xinyan opened the pot lid: "Wash your hands and get ready to eat. I made a lot, and after you’re done, you can take some back for Sili and Siyan, and you can rest a bit too."
He Jinxuan was moved by her warm words. He wanted to hug the little girl, but wearing a raincoat made it inconvenient: "Yanyan, thank you."
It had been too long since anyone had cared about him like this, his nose tingled, and fearing Xinyan would notice, he quickly turned to fetch a basin under the eaves: "I’ll go wash my hands."
Having worked in the rain all morning, he was indeed hungry. After washing his hands, he dug in without standing on ceremony, exclaiming while swallowing the food: "Yanyan’s cooking is still the best."
Thinking about his lack of progress in cooking recently, he said with a headache: "Yanyan, when you have time, teach me cooking, will you?"
Xinyan looked up at him: "You can make simple dishes already, do you still need to learn?"