Teacher He of the Siheyuan

Farewell to Brother Yan.

Go back to the house.

He Yushui is writing her homework.

He walked over quietly without making any sound along the way.

The little girl is concentrating on writing a composition, the pen is dancing on the straw paper, the title is "A Flower in Spring".

Seeing this, He Daqing was a little relieved at first.

Fortunately, it's not "My Director's Father".

But why do I feel a little lost in my heart? Maybe it would be more appropriate to replace it with my father, the factory director.

He coughed softly, and the little girl immediately turned around, covering her homework with her hands and complaining.

"Dad, why are you peeking at other people's homework?"

"Hey, Dad didn't peek, I swear"

He Daqing held up four fingers and said seriously.

He Yushui turned back with a puzzled expression, and his father swore that it must be true!
"Then stay away from me, or I won't be able to write."

He Daqing went back to his room.

Waiting for the silly son to come home and cook for himself, I have to say that it is so comfortable to have a son who can cook and still obey.

Except that he is a little stupid, has a bit of a poisonous mouth, and likes to hang out with widows when he has nothing to do, he can be regarded as a promising young man on the whole.

Not long after returning to the house, there was a sharp noise from Jia's house next door.

"Don't be angry, stick, grandma is all for you."

"It's a stick, listen to your mother and put down the knife, don't do stupid things"

What's going on with the Jia family, is there a conflict!

He Daqing took out a piece of dried sweet potato, ate it with great interest, and took out a bottle of Leibi Happy Water.

After eating and drinking, he went out and went straight to Jia's house.

Fulfilling his duties as the second uncle in the courtyard, supervising and handling various injustices.

Pushing open the door of Jia's house and holding a kitchen knife, he glared at his grandma, Jia Zhangshi, angrily.

Widow Qin looked at him anxiously, but she didn't dare to go forward to grab it, for fear that he might get hurt on the spur of the moment.

Just when I was so anxious and didn't know what to do, the door was pushed open.

He Daqing said with a concerned face, "What's the matter, this is it, stick the knife down quickly."

The stick was obviously mad with anger, and he yelled, "Don't worry about the stinky old man, I'm going to kill Xu Junjun, you have to stop me and kill you too"

Hey!
Little bastard, how can someone spoil you!
When he stepped forward, he kicked him, stretched out his hand, grabbed the kitchen knife, threw it, and then there were two powerful slaps.

Stick first was beaten and forced.

Then, at the top of his lungs, he opened his mouth and bit He Daqing in impotent fury.

"No sticks"

"Director He, don't hurt the child"

The little bastard is the same as his mother, but it's a pity that the same tricks are performed by different people with wildly different effects!

He Daqing dodged his mouth, directly lifted him with one hand, over his shoulder, caught him with the other hand, and then over his waist, and circled five or six times.

Taught a set of radio gymnastics to the little classmate BangGeng, and directly vomited up the stick.

Brother Xu, I saved you again this time, how can you thank me.

Seeing that the stick was about to vomit, He Daqing thought it was dirty, so he threw it on the ground.

He said with a serious face, "Huai Ru, you don't need to thank me. As the second uncle in the courtyard, it is my duty to solve everyone's worries and problems."

Qin Huairu and Jia Zhangshi had their hearts in their throats just now, for fear that He Daqing would throw him to the ground with a shake of his hand.

"Banggan, are you alright, my darling?" Jia Zhang rushed forward with a yelp, looking left and right, for fear that there might be some damage.

"He Daqing, you are a murderer, dare to treat my grandson like this, I will never end with you"

What these words are saying is completely nonsense and pestering Qin Huairu, as soon as he hears it, he knows something bad.

Sure enough, He Daqing's complexion changed immediately, "Mr. Jia Zhang, you are a person who ruins the atmosphere of the courtyard with broken shoes. Now you dare to bark and bark. Do you want to clean the toilet again?"

People with more water in their brains than in their stomachs are not suitable for reasoning, just put on their identities and suppress them.

As soon as Jia Zhang heard about his bad business and had to clean the toilet, he immediately put away his unscrupulous appearance.

dare not speak.

Qin Huairu saw the opportunity and interjected, "Director He, sit down, thank you very much this time, otherwise I really don't know what to do."

He Daqing refused, "I don't want to sit, and it's not convenient to talk outside."

After saying that, he turned around and went out.

Widow Qin looked at the stick, and after making sure it was all right, she followed it out, all the way to the corner.

As a senior white lotus, Qin Huairu's brain is obviously much easier to use than Jia Zhang's, so he apologized as soon as he came up.

"Director He, I'm really sorry to cause you trouble, my mother-in-law is just too anxious, she didn't mean it"

"Ok?"

"Uncle He, I'm sorry"

"Um"

He Daqing nodded in satisfaction, and lightly pressed his fingers, "With your words, Uncle He, it's nothing if Uncle suffers a little bit of grievance."

Of course, if it exceeds a little bit, I won't give Jianlin and Panzi any face!

Qin Huairu endured the pain and said, "Uncle He, you are so kind to me"

He Daqing had some guesses in his heart, but he still asked, "What happened today?"

"Isn't that what happened yesterday?"

"When the stick came out in the morning, I sent him to school. When I came back from school, I didn't know who told me about it. I immediately became angry and brandished a knife. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know what to do."

Qin Huairu was still a little grateful in his heart, it must be that Uncle He found the other party again, so that the stick could come out early to fight and the incident of breaking the pen did not make trouble in the courtyard.

Otherwise, if Banggen and Jia Zhang had an accident together, his own house would rot in the courtyard.

How much can be rescued now.

As long as Mrs. Jia and Zhang don't go out in the future, there will always be new hot topics to cover up old events after a while.

"Thank me?"

"How to thank me"

"Just thank you, Uncle He," Qin Huairu gritted his teeth and said.

Tsk tsk, awesome, awesome, you don't even know how much your mother and grandma love you.

Seeing that He Daqing was no longer angry with her, the little widow lowered her head and said cautiously, "Uncle He's family lost 20 yuan, and it's a bit hard to get out of it."

He Daqing just hummed to express his understanding.

The little widow is still the same little widow!

So I stopped and went home. After a while, my silly son came back, and naturally he was the one who cooked.

Dinner is very simple, ordinary chicken stewed with mushrooms, stir-fried kidneys, and sausages contributed by the Xu family.

He Daqing cooked three big bowls by himself, put down his chopsticks and said, "Zhu Zi, your technique has improved a bit, but next time the chicken will have to be stewed a bit older."

Can't he make progress quickly? He cooks all the food in the factory at home, and even in his dreams, he sometimes subconsciously shakes the spoon.

He Yuzhu grinned. "Dad, don't you often give me opportunities? It's good to be able to cook a meat dish a month before. It's not like eating meat every day now, it's more comfortable than Chinese New Year"

"After getting addicted to the mouth, and improving the craftsmanship, even if you give a gold bar, you won't change it"

This silly son has been able to speak recently.

Wait until a pair of children have finished eating.

He put down the wine glass and asked again, "What are the rules of the He family?"

"Dad, I remember that you should keep a low profile. We are just an ordinary family. Only because we are cooks can we eat more at home, and we haven't drunk foreign wine today."

He Yushui immediately put down his chopsticks and recited the old He family's house rules!

He Yuzhu kept opening and closing his mouth but no sound came out, trying to get away with it!
He Daqing directly wrote the palm of the Tathagata: "Today, Zhuzi washes the dishes and at the same time copied the He family's rules a hundred times."