Siheyuan: Tanjia Cuisine He Daqing, destroying Yi Zhonghai

Late at night, looking at the night sky, he knew that every detail and every bit of care in life is the most precious bond between family members. But seeing the growth of He Yuzhu and He Yushui, his heart is full of hope and satisfaction.

He Yuzhu also sat aside, thinking silently about the future. He knew that his responsibility was not only to inherit He Daqing's cooking skills, but also to take good care of the family so that He Yushui could study with peace of mind and realize his dream.

On a sunny afternoon, He Daqing looked at the old pot in the kitchen and thought it was time to buy He Yuzhu a new one. This old pot has been with them for many years. Although it is still useful, it is a bit old. He Daqing hopes that He Yuzhu can use better tools to improve his cooking skills.

"Yuzhui, I have a surprise for you today." He Daqing said with a somewhat mysterious smile.

He Yuzhu looked at He Daqing curiously: "Uncle He, what's the surprise?"

He Daqing took out a brand new stainless steel wok from the back and handed it to He Yuzhu: "This is a new wok I bought especially for you. It's of very good quality. I hope you can use it to make more delicious dishes."

He Yuzhu took the new pot, and a hint of excitement and emotion flashed in his eyes. He stroked the smooth surface of the pot, and felt He Daqing's care and expectation in his heart: This pot is really good! I will definitely use it well, "

He Daqing nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, this pot conducts heat evenly, and it is easier to control the heat when cooking. Today we will use this new pot to cook a dish and see how it turns out."

He Yuzhu nodded excitedly, and decided to use the new pot to make his best dish, "Dry-fried French Beans." This dish requires high temperature and quick stir-frying, which is a good opportunity to try out the effect of the new pot.

He Daqing stood aside and carefully observed He Yuzhu's every move. He saw that He Yuzhu's movements were becoming more and more skillful. He Yuzhu washed the green beans, cut them into sections, and then quickly stir-fried them with hot oil. The new pot has good thermal conductivity, and the green beans soon turned emerald green, slightly browned on the surface, and exuded an attractive aroma.

"You've controlled the heat well. Now add the seasoning and continue stir-frying." He Daqing instructed, with some approval in his eyes.

He Yuzhu followed He Daqing's instructions, added appropriate amounts of salt, minced garlic and dried chilies, and continued to stir-fry. He felt comfortable using the new pot, and soon a plate of delicious dry-fried green beans was ready.

"Uncle He, how about you try this dish?" He Yuzhu brought the hot dish to He Daqing, his eyes full of anticipation.

He Daqing picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and tasted it carefully. "Very good, the taste is very good, and the heat is well controlled. It seems that this new pot has really helped a lot."

He Yuzhu was delighted. He knew that his cooking skills were improving. He Daqing's praise was the greatest affirmation of him. At dinner, He Yushui also tasted his brother's new dish and praised it highly: "Brother, this dish is so delicious. The new pot is really useful!"

After dinner, He Daqing and He Yuzhu were cleaning up in the kitchen. He Daqing looked at the brand new pots and pans, feeling a little emotional: "Yuzhu, do you know? Kitchen utensils are not only our tools, but also our partners in creating delicious food. A good chef must not only have good skills, but also good tools. He deeply understood He Daqing's intentions: "Uncle He, I will definitely cherish these tools, make every dish carefully, and live up to your teachings."

He Daqing patted He Yuzhu on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Okay, remember, cooking is not just for filling your stomach, but also for making people feel the joy and satisfaction brought by food. You must put your heart into every dish you make, only in this way can you become a real chef."

He Yuzhu silently took note of He Daqing's words, his heart full of expectations and confidence for the future. He knew that he still had a lot to learn, and he believed that he could go further.

It was late at night, and the courtyard was quiet. Looking at the stars in the sky, he knew that his life was coming to an end, and his heart was filled with relief and satisfaction. Thinking about the future, he knew that

On a quiet afternoon, He Daqing sat in the courtyard of the quadrangle, basking in the sun and resting his eyes. Suddenly, he heard the voice of the White Widow coming from outside the door. The White Widow was a neighbor of the quadrangle. Although she was usually warm to people, He Daqing always felt that she seemed to have other thoughts.

"He Daqing, are you home?" The voice of the White Widow came from outside the door, with a tone of false intimacy.

He Daqing opened his eyes, feeling a little impatient, but still got up to open the door: "What's the matter, White Widow?"

The White Widow walked into the yard with a smile on her face, holding a basket in her hand: "I heard that you have been busy recently, so I brought some fruits to nourish you."

He Daqing took the basket. Although he had a smile on his face, he was alert in his heart: "Thank you, it's thoughtful. Do you have anything else?"

The White Widow looked around and seemed to have something to say that was difficult to say. She took a few steps closer and said in a low voice, "Actually, it's nothing serious. I'm just thinking about starting a small business recently, and I wanted to ask if you're interested."

He Daqing frowned slightly, alert in his heart. He knew that the White Widow was always a shrewd person and would not come to him easily. Moreover, her so-called business was often a bit tricky: "What business? Tell me about it."

The White Widow's eyes lit up, as if she had found an opportunity to talk. "A friend recommended it to me. He said the investment was small and the return was high. I thought, since we are neighbors, why not work together? It's a sure win."

He Daqing sneered in his heart, but remained calm on the surface: "Oh? What kind of business can be so good? Is there any risk?"

The White Widow waved her hands repeatedly: "There is no risk. My friend has been doing this for several years and has made a lot of money. I thought, we can give it a try."

He Daqing nodded, as if considering it: "Is that so? I need to think about it carefully. However, I'm busy here recently, so let's talk about it when I have time."

Widow Bai was a little disappointed when she saw that He Daqing did not agree immediately, but she still smiled and said, "Okay, then you think about it. Feel free to contact me if you need anything."

After sending the White Widow away, he felt something was not right. He knew that the White Widow had always been shrewd, and there must be a reason why she was so enthusiastic all of a sudden. Thinking of this, he decided to talk to He Yuzhu about it.

"Yuzhu, come here." He Daqing shouted.

He Yuzhu came out of the kitchen and wiped the water off his hands: "Uncle He, what's the matter?"

He Daqing told He Yuzhu everything that had just happened, and finally said, "I always feel that Widow Bai has bad intentions. She is suddenly so enthusiastic, she must have some ulterior motive."