Siheyuan: Tanjia Cuisine He Daqing, destroying Yi Zhonghai

In the evening, after the whole family had dinner, He Daqing called He Yuzhu to the kitchen and specially asked He Yushui to come along. He took the new pot out of the packaging and placed it on the stove. The shiny black iron pot looked particularly dazzling under the light.

"Yuzhu, come here." He Daqing's voice was gentle, but there was a hint of solemnity in his tone.

He Yuzhu had a vague premonition when he heard his father's call. He walked to his father's side and saw the brand new iron pot on the stove. A hint of surprise and confusion flashed in his eyes. He didn't know why his father suddenly bought a new pot, but he could sense the unusual meaning.

"Dad, this is..." He Yuzhu asked tentatively, his eyes moving back and forth between his father and the iron pot. He reached out and patted the iron pot, his voice full of deep emotion, "I bought this pot especially for you. You have learned a lot, I think it's time for you to have your own pot."

He Yuzhu was shocked when he heard this. He knew that in the world of chefs, pots and pans are not just tools, but also a symbol of status. Owning a pot of his own means that he has taken an important step on the road to cooking. This is not only his father's recognition of him, but also his trust and expectation for his future.

"Dad, are you really going to give me this pot?" He Yuzhu's voice was a little excited, and his eyes were shining with excitement that was hard to hide. There was a trace of love in his eyes, "Yes, Yuzhu. This pot is yours from today. I hope you can use it to make better dishes, and I also hope you can understand that this pot represents not only cooking skills, but also a responsibility."

He Yuzhu looked at the iron pot, and his heart was filled with excitement. He reached out and gently touched the surface of the pot, feeling that the cold metal seemed to be conveying some kind of heavy power to him. He understood that his father's expectations of him were more profound than before, and this pot carried his father's hard work and infinite expectations for his future.

"Dad, I will cherish this pot and will not let you down." He Yuzhu said solemnly, his voice full of determination. Looking at his son's determined expression, he felt a long-lost comfort in his heart. He knew that He Yuzhu had grown into a person who could take responsibility. Although there were still many challenges in the future, he believed that his son would be able to go further.

He Yushui, who was standing nearby, was also very happy to see this scene. She was proud of her brother and knew that this was the greatest recognition and encouragement from her father. She quietly walked to He Yuzhu and whispered, "Brother, you are now the pride of your father, so you must treat this pot with care!"

He Yuzhu turned his head to look at his sister, smiled, and a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes, "Don't worry, Yushui, I will use it well."

In the following days, He Yuzhu began to use this new pot. Every time he cooked, he carefully controlled the heat and tried to make every dish reach the best state. Although this new pot is heavier than the old pot he used before, the sense of control it brought also gave him more confidence.

He Daqing stood by and observed his son's cooking, giving him some advice from time to time. He knew that He Yuzhu was gradually adapting to the new pot and constantly honing his skills. Whenever he saw his son cooking with all his heart, He Daqing would feel satisfied. He understood that this pot was no longer just a tool, but also a silent inheritance between father and son.

One evening, He Yuzhu was busy in the kitchen, and He Daqing walked in and stood behind him, watching silently. He Yuzhu was frying a homely dish of stir-fried pork with green peppers in a new pot. His movements were very skillful, and the spatula was flipping back and forth in the pot, making a brisk sound.

"Yuzhui, how do you feel? Is this pot easy to use?" He Daqing suddenly asked, with some concern in his tone.

He Yuzhu stopped what he was doing, turned to look at his father, and smiled, "Dad, this pot is very good. It conducts heat quickly and heats evenly. It is much easier to use than the previous pots."

He Daqing nodded, a satisfied look on his face, "That's good. To use a pot well, you must not only master its characteristics, but also develop a tacit understanding with it. Take your time, don't rush, you've done a good job."

He Yuzhu felt warm in his heart when he heard his father's praise. He knew that his father's words were not only recognition of him, but also encouragement for his future. He was determined to use this pot to make more and better dishes and live up to his father's expectations.

As time went by, He Yuzhu gradually mastered all the characteristics of this new pot, and his cooking skills continued to improve. Every dish was carefully prepared by him, and every stir-fry was accompanied by his gratitude to his father and his infinite expectations for the future.

He Daqing was filled with joy as he watched his son grow up. He knew that everything he did was to help his son better face future challenges. This iron pot was a symbol of their father-son relationship and an important step for He Yuzhu to mature.

Life in the courtyard continued in such a warm atmosphere. He Yuzhu's cooking skills became better and better, and He Yushui performed better and better in school. He Daqing felt that under his guidance, this family was moving in a better and better direction.

He Daqing has lived in the courtyard for many years and knows everyone in the courtyard very well. He is a cautious and experienced elder who can see through other people's intentions at a glance. People in the courtyard respect him very much and like to consult him when they encounter any problems. But recently, he found that his neighbor, the White Widow, seemed to be a little bit abnormal.

Widow Bai is a woman living alone in the courtyard. After her husband died early, she raised her children alone. On the surface, she got along well with other people in the courtyard, but He Daqing knew that this woman was not as simple as she seemed. Widow Bai was always calculating and often stirred up trouble behind people's backs. She didn't say some things, but she had a lot of thoughts in her heart.

In the past few days, Widow Bai frequently appeared at the door of the He family, always bringing some small gifts, either pickled vegetables or homemade cakes. She always greeted He Daqing with a smile on her face, and praised He Yuzhu's cooking skills, with a hint of intimacy in her words.

At first, He Daqing didn't think much of it, thinking that she was just a normal neighbor. After all, they lived in the same courtyard and saw each other every day. It was normal for them to exchange gifts. But as the White Widow's visits became more and more frequent, He Daqing gradually began to have doubts.