Siheyuan: Tanjia Cuisine He Daqing, destroying Yi Zhonghai

He Yuzhu's eyes moistened slightly. He nodded, his heart filled with gratitude and admiration for He Daqing. "Master, I will work harder and not let you down."

He Daqing smiled with relief, "I never doubted you, Xiao Zhuzi. You have the ability, but you have to learn to think and make decisions more independently. In the kitchen, there are some things that you can only truly master if you do them and feel them yourself."

These words shocked He Yuzhu, and he suddenly realized that He Daqing was not only handing him some work, but also training his independence and leadership. He must grow into a chef who can take responsibility on his own, instead of always relying on He Daqing's wings.

The two of them continued chatting in the kitchen, discussing future plans, how to better improve the dishes, how to innovate while maintaining tradition. He Daqing made many valuable suggestions, and He Yuzhu carefully recorded them, and his future plans gradually became clear in his mind.

He Daqing looked at He Yuzhu's serious expression and gradually put his worries aside. He knew that he was ready to give more responsibilities to He Yuzhu. He believed that He Yuzhu could not only take on this responsibility, but also lead their restaurant to greater success.

At this moment, He Daqing felt a long-lost peace and satisfaction. His heart was no longer as depressed as before, but full of a sense of steadiness. Although the years have left their marks on him, he knows that he can still contribute to He Yuzhu and the restaurant, but the way he does it has become more covert and restrained.

When they finished their conversation, the sun had already poured into the kitchen through the windows of the yard, warm and bright. He Yuzhu and He Daqing stood in the sun, both with a determined look on their faces. Today, they are no longer just master and apprentice, but partners fighting side by side.

As time went by, the relationship between He Daqing and He Yuzhu became deeper and deeper, and the indescribable tacit understanding between the master and the apprentice gradually deepened. He Yuzhu's respect for He Daqing gradually turned into a deeper emotion. He not only regarded He Daqing as a master, but also as his own family. And He Daqing gradually put aside the worries in his heart and focused on how to pass on his lifelong skills to He Yuzhu.

One morning, He Daqing sat on a stone bench in the yard, holding a slightly yellowed old-fashioned notebook in his hands. He slowly turned the pages that had been eroded by time and yellowed a little. His fingertips touched the lines of familiar handwriting, and he felt a deep emotion in his heart. He started to organize this notebook when he was young. It records his cooking experience and some precious recipes accumulated throughout his life. It is not just a notebook, but also his understanding and summary of food over the past decades.

He Yuzhu was just coming out of the kitchen at this time. When he saw the old notebook in He Daqing's hand, a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes. He knew that this notebook had always been He Daqing's treasure and was rarely shown to others. Today, He Daqing actually took it out, which made He Yuzhu feel more expectant and nervous.

"Master, why did you take out this book today?" He Yuzhu asked cautiously, with a hint of awe in his tone.

He Daqing raised his head and looked at He Yuzhu, his eyes showing a trace of kindness and seriousness. He sighed softly and said, "Xiao Zhuzi, I want to give this thing to you today."

He Yuzhu was shocked when he heard this. He didn't expect He Daqing to hand over this notebook to him so solemnly. He knew that this was not just a notebook, but also the hard work of He Daqing's life and his most precious wealth in culinary skills.

"Master, this... are you really going to give it to me?" He Yuzhu couldn't believe it. His fingers trembled slightly and his eyes were full of gratitude and awe.

He Daqing smiled and handed the notebook to He Yuzhu. "Xiaozhu, we have known each other for so many years. I know you are a talented and hardworking child. This notebook records everything I have learned in the kitchen over the years, including some exclusive recipes and cooking secrets. Now, it's time to hand it over to you."

He Yuzhu took the notebook and felt its heavy weight. This weight came not only from the paper, but also from He Daqing's lifelong accumulation and wisdom. He carefully opened the first page, which was filled with various notes, from basic knife skills to complex seasoning ratios, as well as the production process and precautions of many dishes. He Yuzhu felt excited, and he knew that he had received an invaluable gift.

He Daqing felt a little relieved when he saw He Yuzhu's focused expression, but he knew that just giving him a notebook was not enough. Some things had to be dictated in order to truly convey the essence of them.

"Xiao Zhuzi, don't be in a hurry to read it." He Daqing said softly, "You can take your time to read the contents of this notebook, but there are some key things that I still need to teach you in person. Are you ready?"

He Yuzhu immediately put down his notebook and looked at He Daqing with a firm gaze, "Master, I'm ready. Just teach me. I will definitely learn well."

He Daqing nodded, stood up, and walked into the kitchen with He Yuzhu. He stood in front of the stove, picked up a knife skillfully, and gently stroked the handle with his fingers. "As a chef, the most important thing is the feel. Your feel is good, but it can be better."

After that, He Daqing picked up a piece of pork and demonstrated the precise cutting technique. Every time he cut, the knife was clean and sharp, and the force was controlled just right. He Yuzhu watched intently, silently memorizing every detail in his mind.

Then, He Daqing began to explain in detail the cooking process of some dishes, most of which were classic dishes recorded in the notebook, but in the process of writing, He Daqing also consciously omitted some key details. He knew that it was not enough to talk about it on paper, and some techniques and the mastery of heat could only be taught through actual operation.

He Yuzhu listened carefully, nodded from time to time, and pondered every word of He Daqing in his heart. He understood that this was not only the inheritance of culinary skills, but also the inheritance of spirit and attitude. Every instruction of He Daqing contained his persistence in cooking and the ultimate pursuit of details.

When they finished making a complicated dish, He Daqing motioned He Yuzhu to come forward and taste it. He Yuzhu tasted it carefully, and the taste was mellow and rich. He was secretly amazed and couldn't help but sighed: "Master, your cooking skills are really amazing! I still have a long way to go to catch up with you."