Teacher He of the Siheyuan

"I never thought that in the east, in the capital, I would meet someone who understands our Moscow cuisine so well."

Wen Laiwa opened her blue eyes wide, and said pleasantly, "He, have you ever been to our country to study and study, I think we will have a lot of common topics"

Ma Hua wiped his eyes to confirm that he read correctly, "I'll go, the master is actually proficient in Western food"

Silly Zhuzi also had an incredulous look on his face, thinking to himself, "My dad, how many things does he not know?"

There are too many secrets on him, the key is why don't you teach me these skills.

Listening to this poor Chinese, He Daqing smiled slightly and said, "Ms. Wen Laiwa, I won't tell you whether I have been to Moscow or not, but if you leave your soup off the fire, you won't be able to eat it."

Wen Laiwa thanked her and arranged for an assistant to deal with the soup problem. She then said, "He, do you visit the nest to make dishes? You are very welcome to come and communicate. Communicating with you makes me feel like a confidant."

He Daqing spread his hands and said, "First of all, Mr. Sifu, I think I might secretly learn your cooking skills. Secondly, I am better at cooking Chinese food."

The bald-headed man blushed immediately after being named by He Daqing, because He Daqing almost revealed the secrets of Lao Mo's restaurant's signature dishes just now, so there is no need to secretly learn how to cook like this!
"Mr. He, please forgive my ignorance for offending a respectable chef"

Wen Laiwa also explained for her subordinates, "He, Mr. Sif is just doing his job and understands you. I am sorry for his rudeness"

He Daqing is naturally not the kind of person with a small belly, especially when facing beautiful women, he has always been very enthusiastic, "Mr. Sif and Ms. Wen Laiwa came to Huaxia from far away Moscow, and came to my kitchen in the capital. It's fate"

"Very happy to meet all of you"

He Daqing stretched out his right hand to welcome him, and Sifu hurriedly reached out to shake hands too, but he shook lonely and stayed in mid-air.

Because He Daqing's right hand turned a corner in the air and squeezed Wen Laiwa's hand tightly.

"Hey, nice to meet you"

At this moment, the two looked at each other, and there was a faint spark!
There was jealousy in the bald Sif's eyes.

Silly Zhuzi sensed something was wrong, and immediately coughed and said, "What, Dad, it's almost time for dinner, shouldn't it be time to cook?"

Wen Laiwa was the first to take back Qianqian's hand, and turned back to make soup.

And He Daqing patted his sensible and silly son with a smile, "Zhuzi, you are really a big brother of father."

Silly Zhuzi couldn't help shivering in his calves.

Next, He Daqing started to cook. Ma Hua and Sha Zhuzi worked together. They cooked braised pork, dragon chaoshou, husband and wife lung slices, big Seinfeld cakes and He's kimchi.

They didn't avoid Wen Laiwa and the others by doing all of these. When a series of exquisitely shaped, fragrant and attractive dishes came out of the pan, they attracted the eyes of a wave of foreign friends.

Especially Sifu, who spoke badly, opened his eyes wide. He has been in Forty-Nine City for some years and has hung out in many restaurants and restaurants, so he has a certain understanding of Chinese food.

Regardless of the color, aroma, and taste of these dishes, it can be seen that they are extraordinary just because He Daqing walks in the courtyard and makes them with ease.

In the kitchen, there is a clear distinction between Chinese food and Western food. Fortunately, the kitchen is large enough to display cooking skills.

When He Daqing stopped the spoon in his hand, the Russian-style western food of Wen Laiwa and the others also came to an end.

Wen Laiwa sniffed her nose, and the aroma of Chinese food made her full of curiosity, so she directly suggested without twiddling, "He, the dishes cooked by Li are really like works of art, I have a suggestion that we can taste each other The other side's dishes?"

He Daqing smiled and agreed, "Of course, this is a very good suggestion."

How could such a thing be refused, He Daqing did not forget to turn around and order the two redundant people to say.

"Zizi and MCA, go to the window outside to see if there is anything you can help. Young people should be more diligent in doing things."

Silly Zhuzi and his good apprentice Ma Hua both opened their mouths, but finally went out to help without saying anything.

Wen Laiwa is not used to using chopsticks, so she grabbed a piece of meat and put it in her mouth. Immediately, she was overwhelmed by the delicious taste on the tip of her tongue, and praised, "He, the red meat you made is really delicious."

Sifu swallowed his saliva reluctantly, but he didn't have the nerve to ask for some dishes.

He Daqing chuckled, pointed to a plate of kimchi and said, "How about trying my little cucumber again?"

He Daqing, who Wen Laiwa believed without hesitation, stretched out two fingers to hold a small emerald green cucumber, put it in his mouth and bit it lightly, the very crispy cucumber's refreshing taste bloomed on the taste buds.

At this moment, Wen Laiwa seemed to be back in middle school when she was running in the fields outside Moscow. The smell of soil and the smell of flowers mixed into her nostrils, and the girl's cheerful footprints were left on the grass.

Wen Laiwa's eyes were a little moist, and she didn't know what to use to express her inner joy, so she directly gave He Daqing a bear hug.

"He, the dishes you cook have a taste of happiness, thank you for your hospitality"

He Daqing was already old, so he was naturally not as agile as the little girl, so he couldn't dodge Wen Laiwa's sneak attack at all, so he could only silently accept this hug that didn't belong to him.

Hey, how can you refuse a hug from a foreign friend, it might affect the relationship between the two countries.

He Daqing stayed warm for a while, then let go of the bald man Sifu who was about to kill someone, and said softly, "Wen Laiwa, if you want to eat cucumbers, come to the rolling mill to find me. The food will be served later, let's It’s not good if someone sees it in Huaxia.”

Sifu also interjected, "Yes, Wen Laiwa is not allowed to hug casually between men and women in China. Director He may be arrested if he hugs girls casually at his age."

Wen Laiwa took a step back but didn't go far, and asked in surprise, "What, there is such a rule, it's really weird, why, will you be arrested, then I can still eat you do you cook?"

He Daqing didn't expect that this bald man is actually a Huaxia hand, and he is proficient in things that can't mess with the relationship between men and women, which is really interesting.

He Daqing didn't give Sifu any room to continue to play, and said first, "How come, Ms. Wen Laiwa couldn't help but give me a friendly hug after eating the dishes I cooked. This is a testimony of the friendly culinary exchanges between the two countries. It is Chinese food and Western food. A beautiful climate of peaceful coexistence”

Wen Laiwa clenched her hands and held her hands high in front of her chest, expressing her point of view, "He, what you said is really good. Wos are just a friendly hug. Mr. Sifu, you can't misunderstand the relationship between Wo and He."

What else could Sifu say? He looked at the half-cut green cucumber left in Wen Laiwa's hand, and then at He Daqing who was with the old god.

I suddenly felt that I should buy a hat and put it on, so that at least the pier would not be cold.

Yu Zhixin pushed the door in at this time, without wiping off his sweat, he said directly, "Director He, and respected Ms. Wen Laiwa, the leaders above and foreign experts have already visited the factory workshop, how are you two preparing?"

There is no problem with He Daqing, and Wen Laiwa also indicated that the food can be served.