Siheyuan: Tanjia Cuisine He Daqing, destroying Yi Zhonghai

He Daqing straightened his back and looked at the middle-aged man with a firm gaze: "I know that our family was wrong in what happened back then, but there are also many misunderstandings. If we can sit down and have a good talk, maybe we can resolve this knot."

The middle-aged man sneered, crossed his arms over his chest, and said coldly: "Misunderstanding? Your father destroyed the foundation of my family with his own hands back then, and now you want to expose it with just a misunderstanding?"

He Daqing said in a deep voice: "I do know some ancient prescriptions, but I can't guarantee that I can cure it. I can try, but you have to be mentally prepared."

The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly: "Thank you, Boss He, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will not give up!"

He Daqing asked Lin Yuqing to get some commonly used Chinese herbal medicines and asked about the patient's specific symptoms. After the middle-aged man described the symptoms, He Daqing had some ideas in mind. He prepared some medicinal soup according to the ancient recipe and gave it to the middle-aged man: "Give it to your son first and see how it works. If there is no improvement, you must send him to the hospital immediately."

The middle-aged man thanked her profusely and left in a hurry with the medicine soup. He Daqing and Lin Yuqing looked at each other, feeling a little uneasy.

A few days later, the middle-aged man came to the courtyard again, and this time he showed a hint of joy on his face: "Boss He, thank you so much! My son's illness has improved a lot, and his fever has gone down!"

He Daqing breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved: "That's good. Next, continue to follow the prescription and pay attention to diet and rest."

The middle-aged man said gratefully: "Boss He, you are really our benefactor. This is a small gift from my family, please be sure to accept it."

As he spoke, he pulled out a small bag from his bosom, which contained some banknotes. He Daqing waved his hand and politely declined: "Saving people is my duty, no need to thank me. You can use this money to buy some nutritional supplements for the child, which is more important."

The middle-aged man was so moved that his eyes filled with tears. He kept thanking the master and left the courtyard.

Lin Yuqing looked at He Daqing with admiration in her eyes: "Brother Daqing, you are such a good person."

He Daqing smiled and said, "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. This is our responsibility."

Lin Yuqing nodded, her eyes twinkling: "I'm proud of you, Brother Daqing."

He Daqing felt her sincerity and his heart was filled with warmth. The two continued to be busy in the courtyard, and their lives gradually returned to peace.

However, just when they thought everything was going smoothly, something unexpected happened in the antique shop. One day, a mysterious guest walked into the antique shop. This person was tall, wearing sunglasses and a black windbreaker, and looked particularly mysterious.

"This thing is obviously a fake, how can you say it is real?" the young man said angrily.

The stall owner said with disdain: "If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. I have been in this business for many years. How could I be wrong?"

The young man was so angry that his face turned red. He pointed at a piece of jade on the stall and said, "This is clearly a modern work of art. It's not an antique at all!"

He Daqing saw that something was wrong, so he stepped forward and said softly, "You two, can you let me see this jade artifact?"

The stall owner snorted coldly: "You also know this?"

He Daqing smiled slightly: "I know a little bit."

The stall owner handed the jade to He Daqing, his eyes full of provocation. He Daqing took the jade and looked at it carefully. The jade was pure white, smooth like jade, with fine texture, but it looked a little rough in some details.

"Indeed, this jade artifact is an imitation made with modern technology. Although the craftsmanship is good, there are still some flaws." He Daqing said lightly.

The stall owner's face changed, and he became angry and said, "What do you know? Go away and stop making trouble here!"

He Daqing put the jade back on the stall, turned around and said to the young man: "Brother, you can go to other stalls to have a look. The things here are not very reliable."

The young man nodded gratefully: "Thank you, brother. My name is Li Ming. I am really grateful to you for today."

He Daqing smiled and said, "You're welcome. My name is He Daqing. These are my friends Yang Shumao and Zhao Yajing."

Li Ming greeted them one by one, and then asked, "Brother He, are you here to look for antiques?"

He Daqing nodded: "Yes, we are looking for some rare antiques. Are you familiar with this place?"

Li Ming smiled and said, "I'm very familiar with this place. If you don't mind, I can take you to some reliable stalls."

He Daqing readily agreed and followed Li Ming through the market. Li Ming was familiar with the place and took He Daqing and others to several stalls with treasures. He Daqing finally found a Tang Dynasty porcelain that he had long admired. After some bargaining, he finally bought it at a reasonable price.

"Brother He, this piece of porcelain is really a rare and valuable item." Li Ming exclaimed.

Not only did Zhao Yajing not comfort him, she also mocked him.

He Daqing felt sad, but he knew he had to cheer up. After saying goodbye to Li Ming, He Daqing, Yang Shumao and Zhao Yajing returned to the antique shop. Along the way, Yang Shumao kept talking about some light topics, trying to ease the atmosphere, while Zhao Yajing seemed a little silent.

Back in the store, Yang Shumao continued to sort out the newly purchased antiques, while He Daqing sat at his desk and began to think about how to sell these antiques. Suddenly, Zhao Yajing came over and said in a cold tone: "Brother Daqing, I think something is wrong with you recently."

He Daqing raised his head, frowned and asked, "What's wrong, Yajing?"

Zhao Yajing smiled coldly: "You are sad all day long because of things that have already happened. Don't you think you are ridiculous? Jia Xiaoying has a new life. Are you doing this for her and for yourself?"

He Daqing's face changed, and he felt a sharp pain in his heart, but he tried to say calmly: "Ya Jing, I just need some time to adjust."

Zhao Yajing continued, "Adjust? How long have you been adjusting? Look at yourself, you look listless every day. What do you look like?"

He Daqing's hands trembled slightly, his heart filled with helplessness and bitterness: "Ya Jing, I know you are doing this for my own good, but some things are not so easy to let go."

Zhao Yajing snorted coldly: "If you keep going like this, you will only get yourself into deeper trouble. We are all working hard, but you are always immersed in the memories of the past. Don't you think you are very selfish?"

He Daqing took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down: "Ya Jing, I will adjust my emotions and work hard. Thank you for your reminder."

Zhao Yajing's eyes flashed with disdain, and she turned and left the office. He Daqing looked at her back, his heart full of mixed emotions. He knew that although Zhao Yajing's words were harsh, she also had her reasons. He couldn't keep dwelling on the past, and had to cheer up, for himself and for those around him who cared about him.