Siheyuan: Tanjia Cuisine He Daqing, destroying Yi Zhonghai

"Dad, I really want to learn these skills, so I have been working hard. I know you have high expectations of me for my own good, and I have always tried my best to do my best. Although he did not directly answer his father's question, his words revealed his true thoughts. He understood his son's feelings better in his heart. He always tried to meet his own expectations, but because of this, he ignored his son's true feelings and needs.

"I know you've been working hard, and Dad is proud of you." He Daqing said softly, with a hint of tenderness in his tone, "But, Yuzhu, I don't want you to do these things just to please me. I hope you can really like cooking and enjoy the process, instead of treating it as a task that must be completed."

He Yuzhu looked up and saw the concern in his father's eyes, and he was touched. He had always regarded learning to cook as a responsibility, and believed that it was his duty as the eldest son in the family, but he rarely considered his true feelings. Now hearing his father say this, he felt a warm current in his heart, as if a stone in his heart had been quietly removed.

"Dad, I... I do feel tired sometimes, but I want to do well, I really want to do well." He Yuzhu expressed part of his thoughts. He knew that his father wanted to hear his true feelings, so he no longer concealed them. He reached out and patted his son on the shoulder, "Cooking is something that requires hard work, but it can't lose its fun. You have to find your own rhythm and don't be too eager for quick success. Some things need time to settle. He began to have a new understanding of the tension and pressure he had been under during this period of time. Perhaps, as his father said, he should enjoy the process more instead of blindly pursuing the results. He felt that he suddenly became much more cheerful, and perhaps this was the change in his mentality that he needed.

"Dad, I understand. I will adjust my mindset, take it slow, and not let myself be so nervous. His tone was firm.

He Daqing nodded with satisfaction, feeling that this conversation had brought him and his son closer together. As a father, he knew that strictness and care were equally important, and today's conversation made him realize that the latter might be more critical.

"Okay, let's continue." He Daqing patted his son's shoulder and motioned him to return to the stove.

He Yuzhu returned to the stove with new motivation and a much more relaxed mood. He no longer just mechanically followed his father's instructions, but began to think about how to better integrate his own thoughts and feelings. He looked at the duck in the oven with great anticipation. This was not only a test of his cooking skills, but also an adjustment of his mentality.

Time passed slowly in the quiet kitchen, and the aroma of the crispy duck gradually spread. Looking at his son quietly, he silently calculated the little things he had taught his son over the years, and also thought about the future direction. Perhaps, they need more communication like this, so that their son can feel more support and understanding in the process of growing up, rather than just pressure and responsibility.

When the oven timer beeped, He Yuzhu carefully opened the oven and took out the golden and crispy duck. He looked at his work with a gleam in his eyes. Although there are still many areas that need improvement, this time, he felt an unprecedented sense of accomplishment.

"Dad, how about this duck?" He Yuzhu asked excitedly with a confident smile on his face. He carefully looked at the duck and smiled approvingly. He nodded, his tone full of approval, "Not bad, the cooking time is well controlled, the skin is crispy and the meat is tender, it is a top-notch crispy duck. His heart was filled with joy. This was not only because he did a good job, but also because he learned more about cooking and life from this experience. He knew that the road ahead was still long, but he was no longer afraid, but full of confidence and expectation.

He Daqing felt satisfied as he looked at his son's confident smile. He knew that this conversation and the success of this dish were not only an improvement in cooking skills, but also a spiritual communication between father and son. In the days to come, they will continue to support and learn from each other and work together towards a better tomorrow.

He Daqing looked at the freshly baked crispy duck on the table with a happy mood. He was pleased with the tacit cooperation between father and son. He Yuzhu's progress was obvious to all, but more importantly, his son's mentality had also changed significantly. He Daqing felt that today was a special day and it was worth celebrating.

He looked at the clock in the kitchen. It was still early and dinner would not be served for some time. He Daqing suddenly had an idea and decided to prepare a plate of exquisite fruit platter for the whole family. This idea was not only to enrich the content of the dinner, but also to add a sweetness and relaxation to this rare family time.

"Yuzhui, come here, help me pick some good-looking fruits." He Daqing called his son with a bit of ease in his tone.

He Yuzhu responded happily and immediately walked to the fruit basket. He picked out a few colorful fruits, including apples, oranges, kiwis, and a few bright red strawberries. As he picked, he thought that his father hadn't suggested making a fruit platter for a long time, so this was a good change.

"Dad, are these fruits okay?" He Yuzhu put the selected fruits on the chopping board and asked expectantly.

He Daqing nodded and smiled, saying, "Yes, the colors match very well. To make a fruit platter, it must not only taste good, but also look good. Color matching is also a science. He secretly made a note of it. Although cutting fruit sounds much simpler than cooking, he knows that his father will not relax on every detail, and even small things like cutting fruit must be refined. He secretly decided to make this fruit platter exquisite and perfect.

He Daqing picked up a knife and began to carefully peel the apple. His movements were still skillful, and the blade cut through the apple, leaving a thin layer of peel, clean and neat. Watching his father's every move, he found that his father's posture in cutting fruit was the same as when he cooked, focused and meticulous, as if every cut carried some deep meaning.

"Yuzhu, be careful when peeling the fruit. Don't use too much force, otherwise you will cut off too much flesh." He Daqing reminded him while peeling, with a hint of patience in his tone. He pondered his father's words in his heart. He picked up another apple and began to imitate his father's movements, peeling the skin carefully. Although his movements were still a little awkward, he tried his best to make his knife skills steady and not let the skin break.