Chapter 200: A Grandmother’s Love, Though Late, Always Arrives
Su He sneezed a few times.
“Who’s cursing me?”
“A tall tree attracts the wind”—being too outstanding just makes people envious!
Su Xiaoman came running over. “Sis, did you catch a cold? Let me warm your hands! Mine are super warm!”
Granny Su, just having poured a cup of hot water: “……”
This girl’s stealing my moment to show grandmotherly love!
If I had known this would happen, I’d have let her stay at Second Brother’s place!
“Big girl, come drink some hot water to warm up!”
Grandmother’s love, though late, always arrives!
Su He: …… It’s the middle of summer, alright?
You guys warming hands and offering hot water like it’s winter—anyone watching might think it’s snowing outside!
*
The next morning, Su He went to the Machinery Factory to call Director Luo of Huaishu Commune.
Director Luo answered with a cheerful tone: “Little Su, what’s up?”
“Director Luo, I need to speak with Sister Wu about something personal. Could you please get her for me?”
Soon, Sister Wu’s voice came through: “Little Su, you’re looking for me?”
“Sister Wu, I’ve been feeling uneasy lately, like something’s going to happen at home. Could you help keep an eye on things in Huangxi Village? If anything happens, please call me right away.”
Though Sister Wu felt Su He might be overthinking it—after all, the Su family is practically the top dog in Huangxi Village now—who would dare mess with them?
But she still agreed readily: “Alright, I’ll keep an eye out. If there’s even a whisper of trouble, I’ll let you know.”
“Thank you so much, Sister Wu. I really can’t get away right now, or I would’ve gone back myself.”
“What are you talking about? You’re doing this for our commune’s development, aren’t you? Say one more polite word and I’ll get mad!”
*
After hanging up, Sister Wu relayed the conversation to Director Luo.
He reminded her, “Su He always has a plan. She probably noticed something. Keep your eyes open—if needed, have someone bike around Huangxi Village every day to keep watch.
Comrade Su He is our commune’s greatest asset—she must be protected from any worries.”
*
After the call, Su He checked in briefly at Director Hu’s office and then strolled over to the Food Factory.
“Good morning, Deputy Director Su!”
Su He nodded in greeting to each worker, occasionally stopping to chat a bit.
Director Tian, who was peeking out from behind a doorframe, muttered to himself: “…”
I just don’t get it. She’s barely been to the food factory a handful of times, yet she’s got more presence than I do!
And people actually like her!
Little did he know, Su Yongshi had only worked there for one day but had already spread the gospel of his niece’s greatness far and wide.
Free stay at the Foreign Affairs Guesthouse, chauffeured rides, securing international orders—it was all sung to the skies.
He even emphasized how the factory in S City agreed to sell their instant noodle production line only because of Su He’s reputation.
Of course, he only told people this passively—just answering questions when asked. He was “reluctantly sharing,” after all.
Even if Director Tian found out, he couldn’t pin anything on him. After all, he was just being an honest guy who didn’t know how to lie.
*
After mingling with the workers, Su He went to meet with Director Tian.
By now, he was already sitting upright at his desk. Seeing Su He walk in, he greeted her with a smile: “Little Su, there you are!
You really put me in a tough spot!
Because of your second uncle, Director Feng is upset with me. He says I’m poaching his people!”
Su He flashed her pearly whites: “Should I make it up to you by treating you to dinner?”
Director Tian thought: You treating me to dinner? I wouldn’t dare!
I’ll probably end up paying for it myself!
“Just kidding.”
He got serious: “Little Su, I have to remind you—
Even though you wear many hats, you should still spend more time here. Otherwise, people in the factory might start grumbling.
How about this—set a schedule? Work at the food factory on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and spend the rest of the time at your other units. How does that sound?”
Truthfully, Director Tian was conflicted. On one hand, he didn’t want her around all the time swaying public opinion. On the other, he didn’t want her spending too much time at the machinery or textile factories and getting snatched away.
Su He smiled sweetly: “Director, for a talent like me, free-range is better than caged.”
Director Tian: “…”
Okay, you’re talented, but could you stop praising yourself so much?
Then Su He switched gears:
“By the way, how’s the prep going for the instant noodle project?
Is the production area ready?
Have you finalized the staff assignments?
Started sourcing raw materials?
Assigned technical staff to refine the recipe?
Got packaging designers working on a new design?
Done any market research or outreach to potential buyers?”
As she rattled off the questions, Director Tian began wiping sweat with his handkerchief—aside from clearing out the production space, he hadn’t done a thing.
Su He then added, “Director, I’m sure you’ve already got all this arranged.
And I haven’t been slacking either—I’ve been searching for a consultant to lead our instant noodle flavor development.
This will directly impact future sales—it’s crucial!
This person not only needs to be an excellent chef, but also deeply knowledgeable about Chinese food culture. Not easy to find!
So even if I’m not physically at the factory, my heart is here.
And let’s be real—that’s better than someone who’s here every day doing nothing, right?”
Director Tian: “…”
I feel personally attacked—even though I have no proof.
But he didn’t have time to argue about logic right now. Su He’s points were valid and important—he needed to focus.
He stood up and poured her a cup of tea, then shouted toward the door:
“Yu Guodong! Bring some fruit! You’ve got no sense at all!”
Yu Guodong: “…”
No need to guess—he must’ve been roasted by Su He again.
He couldn’t understand why his boss never learned his lesson. Every time he tried to go toe-to-toe with Su He, he lost.
Does he enjoy being roasted? Does he crave it?
Grumbling inwardly, Yu Guodong brought over a tray of fruit—the food factory had no shortage of that.
As he was about to leave, Director Tian added, “You stay and listen too. Learn from Little Su—she’s got great insight! Ask her anything you don’t understand.”
And I’ll listen too, of course.
Su He saw through his little scheme but didn’t call it out. Instead, she elaborated on each of the points she raised earlier.
Director Tian was scribbling furiously in his notebook—almost like he was rediscovering the “joy” of being remotely controlled by Su He when writing project proposals.
