Siheyuan: At the beginning, the courtyard is full of beasts

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As soon as the door was pushed open, He Yuzhu ran into the room, and saw He Yuluo sitting by the pot, flipping through a book calmly.

"Yuluo, you..."

"Close the door first, the cold wind outside will change the temperature of the fire, which is not good for the soup."

He Yuzhu who was reminded hurriedly turned around and closed the door, and then asked eagerly, "Are you making soup?"

"..."

He Yuluo was speechless when he heard the words, isn't the situation obvious enough, isn't he making soup, isn't he making a bomb?

Realizing that he had asked a stupid question, He Yuzhu scratched his head in embarrassment, and asked again: "What kind of soup did you make that smells so delicious?"

Flipping through the book, He Yuluo said lightly: "Fish and Dragon Soup can nourish the body, replenish qi and blood."

"Fish Dragon Soup, a good name, a good name."

He Yuzhu clapped his hands excitedly, and sat down next to the stove with a small bench, staring at the pot without blinking.

Looking at the pot and smelling the aroma, He Yuzhu said with emotion: "Yu Luo, your craftsmanship is really much better than that of big brother."

"You are very talented, but the environment you are in is like that. Compared with the people around you, you feel that you are enough, so you lose your aggressiveness." He Yuluo said lightly.

As he said, before thirty, He Yuzhu has professional cooking skills, and his talent is not bad.

But in such a courtyard, in the small kitchen of the rolling mill, He Yuzhu's thoughts were too complicated, and there was no chef around who could catch up with him, so he naturally slacked off.

He Yuluo was right, but He Yuzhu didn't think there was anything wrong, and said sincerely: "After that, please give me some advice, big brother."

"I don't know if the teacher who taught you cooking skills is still there, I want to visit too."

He Yuzhu sighed, and was extremely curious about the mysterious cooking teacher that He Yuluo was talking about, and he felt admiration in his heart.

He Yuzhu couldn't imagine what kind of a master he was who could easily teach a student with such good cooking skills.

He Yuluo shook his head and didn't speak. If you want to talk about the teacher, He Yuzhu is that teacher from the root, and the skill treasure chest was born near him.

As time passed, the smell on the pot began to dissipate, and He Yuzhu became nervous instantly: "Yu Luo, quickly check if there is something wrong with this soup."

"It's okay, this is almost done." He Yuluo said.

"That's good... By the way, why do you suddenly want to make soup." He Yuzhu was puzzled.

"The deaf old lady has taken care of you so much, don't you want to repay her?"

"..."

Choking all of a sudden, He Yuzhu sighed, feeling more and more that his elder brother had nothing to show for his younger brother, and he was unreliable in doing things.

Immediately afterwards, He Yuzhu adjusted his mentality again. After all, he is also proud of having such an excellent younger brother.

After the soup was cooked, He Yuzhu immediately picked up the pot and walked into the deaf old lady's room, followed by He Yuluo.

"Hey, such a big pot, silly Zhu, what delicious food did you make?"

The third master, who had just finished teaching, returned to the yard, saw He Yuzhu holding a pot, and immediately greeted him with a bright light.

The third master was good at calculating and miserly by nature. Looking at the pot, he secretly figured that if he could get something to eat, he would be able to save another sum of food expenses tonight.

"You really know how to be in a hurry, but ah, it's not your part, it's for the old lady."

With a disdainful smile, He Yuzhu pouted towards the deaf old lady's room, squeezed away the third master and walked forward, without giving the manager any face.

"Hey, who cares?"

Unable to save face, the third master yelled, but when he turned his head and saw He Yuluo who looked indifferent, he immediately became embarrassed.

"Well, you are Shazhu's younger brother, right? I am the third master in this courtyard, Yan Pugui."

Seen by He Yuluo, he felt a little flustered, and the third master forced a smile and stretched out his hand: "If there is anything, you can ask me for help."

"I've made a note. I still have something to do, so I won't talk to you for now." He Yuluo nodded slightly, and walked towards the deaf old lady's house.

The third master hurriedly took a step back to make way, but when He Yuluo passed by, he felt that he had just lost his majesty, and couldn't help cursing secretly in his heart.

"A group of bandits and hooligans live in the same yard with you, it's really blinding me, a scholar..."

Stamping his feet to vent his dissatisfaction, the third master didn't dare to do anything more. He used his skills as an elementary school Chinese teacher and went back to the house while cursing.

Back in the house, the third uncle was still muttering non-stop, which made the third mother and the youngest son feel strange.

"What's the matter with you, don't be awkward, who messed with you?" The third mother brought a plate of food and asked in confusion.

"Yeah, Dad, could it be that your salary has been lowered?" The youngest son guessed in horror.

"Bah, bah, what nonsense are you talking!!!"

The third master panicked immediately when he heard it, and he didn't even care about the depression just now, and slapped the younger son several times.

Seeing the youngest son grinning, the third uncle said angrily, "You talk nonsense all day long. If my salary is lowered, then I'll be fine."

As a miser and a miser, the third master is most afraid of raising money with others, unless someone else gives him money, let alone the three words of a salary cut in the mouth of the youngest son.

"What is that?" Rubbing his mouth, the youngest son said depressedly.

"What does it have to do with you, just ask."

The third master blocked back angrily, and the youngest son was a little angry when he heard the words, but he didn't dare to say more.

Compared with the family disharmony at the third master's side, the deaf old lady's house is peaceful and warm.

He Yuzhu stood aside helplessly holding the soup, and saw the deaf old lady holding He Yuluo's hand with a kind face and talking happily.

It's not that he said that he was the most loved by the old lady in the yard in the past, but when the younger brother came, the wind changed in an instant.

He Yuzhu shook his head helplessly, carried the bowl around to the end of the bed, and flattered him: "Old lady, would you like some soup first?"

He Yuluo also smiled and said, "Yes, old lady, this is my special soup. It's not too late for you to drink some and talk."

"Okay, then drink some, but my wife, don't drink much."

The deaf old lady sighed. At her age, no matter how delicious the food is, it would be tasteless. It doesn't matter whether she eats it or not.

Smiling slightly, He Yuluo took the bowl and scooped up a mouthful of soup, but the deaf old lady was taken aback after drinking it.

There is no other reason, the taste buds that are about to fail actually feel the taste, and the delicious taste is directly conveyed to the whole body.

"What do you think of this soup?" He Yuluo asked with a rare proud smile.

"Okay, it's really delicious." The deaf old lady nodded again and again, and couldn't wait to take the bowl and drink it herself.

Seeing that the deaf old lady had an appetite, He Yuzhu was even more shocked. He Yuluo just smiled and nodded. The effect was exactly as he expected.

After a while, the deaf old lady dozed off after eating and drinking, and fell asleep while chatting.