Siheyuan: Tanjia Cuisine He Daqing, destroying Yi Zhonghai

He walked to the other side of the yard, thinking about the days ahead. Autumn is here, and winter is not far away. As the mainstay of the family, He Daqing knows how heavy the responsibility is on his shoulders. No matter how difficult the days are, he has to support the family. And today, he has a special plan.

"Zhu Zi!" He Daqing stood at the door, his voice was not loud but carried a sense of majesty.

There was a rustling sound in the house, and then a young figure hurried out. He Yuzhu, a young man in his twenties, was tall and strong, with a bit of immaturity and mischief between his brows. He was He Daqing's nephew and had lived with him since he was a child. Because his parents died early, He Yuzhu had always regarded He Daqing as his own father, and he respected and appreciated him in his heart.

"Uncle, are you looking for me?" He Yuzhu walked quickly to He Daqing with a flattering smile.

He Daqing nodded, with a thoughtful look in his eyes. "I have something to tell you today."

He Yuzhu stood up straight, looking a little nervous. He knew that his uncle never talked too much and was always brief and concise. He called him out this time, so it must be something important.

"You're not a kid anymore," He Daqing said slowly, his voice deep and powerful, "It's time to learn some real skills."

He Yuzhu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what his uncle meant. He Daqing was a skilled craftsman in the factory, but in addition to that, he also had an enviable cooking skill. This cooking skill not only made him famous among the neighbors, but also gave the family an extra layer of security in difficult days. He Yuzhu, who grew up in this environment, was influenced by it and had a strong interest in cooking.

"Uncle, I understand what you mean." He Yuzhu scratched his head and showed a shy smile on his face, "Don't worry, I will study hard."

He Daqing looked at the young man in front of him, and a trace of relief flashed in his eyes. He patted He Yuzhu's shoulder and said in a low but powerful voice: "Zhuzi, you have to remember that cooking is not just to fill your stomach, but also an art and an attitude towards life. You have to learn it with your heart and do it with your heart."

He Yuzhu nodded heavily and made up his mind.

In the following days, He Daqing began to teach He Yuzhu how to cook. From the most basic cutting of vegetables and ingredients to the control of the heat, he patiently explained every detail. He Yuzhu followed his uncle, listened carefully, and learned carefully, fearing that he would miss any details.

He Daqing's cooking movements are always so calm and unhurried, and each step seems to be carefully designed and full of rhythm. As the knife rises and falls, the ingredients seem to become exquisite works of art in his hands. The stove is blazing, and in the steaming pot, as He Daqing stirs, the ingredients sizzle in the oil, and the air is filled with tempting aroma.

"Cutting vegetables is not just about cutting," He Daqing explained as he demonstrated. "You have to cut them evenly so that the vegetables can be cooked evenly and taste better. Also, you have to be steady with your knife and your hands can't shake."

He Yuzhu watched from the side, secretly taking note of every word his uncle said. He tried to imitate his uncle in cutting vegetables, but his hands were a little unfamiliar at first, and the slices he cut were of different sizes and thicknesses. But he was not discouraged, and practiced repeatedly, gradually mastering the skills. He Daqing saw it all, and although he didn't say anything, he was satisfied with his nephew's performance.

As time went by, He Yuzhu's cooking skills continued to improve. He began to be able to cook some simple dishes independently. Although the taste was not perfect, it had taken shape. He Daqing was always there to give him guidance. Whenever He Yuzhu made a mistake, he would always point it out patiently and then personally demonstrate the correct way to cook it.

"Cooking requires careful control of the heat," He Daqing said. "If the heat is too high, the food will burn easily, and if the heat is too low, the food will not be tasty. You need to learn how to control the heat and know when to add more heat and when to reduce it."

He Yuzhu listened carefully and nodded from time to time. He understood that mastering the heat is the key to making a good dish, and this requires a long period of experience. He began to pay more attention to the control of the heat, and slowly, he could feel the subtle influence of the heat on the taste of the dish.

One day, He Daqing decided to let He Yuzhu cook a whole table of dishes independently. He just stood aside and observed, no longer guiding him in every detail as he did in the past. This was a real test for He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu stood in front of the stove, feeling a little nervous, but more excited and expectant. He took a deep breath, recalled every step his uncle taught him, and then started to work. He first sorted all the ingredients and placed them in order, and then processed them one by one according to the method his uncle taught him. He tried his best to keep his movements steady and not let nervousness affect his performance.

When he served the first dish, He Daqing nodded slightly, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes. He Yuzhu completed the following dishes step by step. Although there were some minor flaws in the middle, the overall performance was remarkable.

When the last dish was served, He Daqing finally smiled for the first time in a long time. He stood up, patted He Yuzhu on the shoulder, and said with some approval: "Not bad, Zhuzi, you learn very quickly."

He Yuzhu was delighted to hear his uncle's praise. He knew that although he still had many shortcomings, at least he had taken the first step. He looked at the dishes on the table and felt a sense of accomplishment. Each dish was the result of his hard work. Although it was not perfect, it was a testimony to his hard work.

He Daqing picked up the chopsticks and savored each dish carefully. His movements were slow, as if he was carefully feeling the taste of each dish. He Yuzhu stood nervously by the side, waiting for his uncle's evaluation. Although he was satisfied with his performance, he was still a little nervous because it was his first time to cook a whole table of dishes independently.

"Well, it tastes good," He Daqing nodded, "but it still needs to be improved. The knife skills for cutting vegetables need to be more delicate, and the control of the heat can be more precise. Cooking is a delicate job, you have to be attentive and not impatient."

He Yuzhu nodded repeatedly, keeping every word of his uncle in mind. He knew that there was no shortcut to cooking, and only through constant practice and accumulation could one truly master the secrets. He secretly made up his mind that he must work harder in the future and strive to reach his uncle's level one day.

Since then, He Yuzhu has practiced cooking more diligently. Every day, he would get up early and go to the vegetable market to pick the freshest ingredients. After returning, he would personally handle and prepare the ingredients for the day. Then, he would practice one by one according to the method taught by his uncle, striving to do his best in every step.