Siheyuan: The Rebirth of the Silly Pillar in the 50s

Midsummer has passed, and in a blink of an eye it’s September, and autumn is sweeping across the capital.

There are more and more neighbors enjoying the shade in the yard.

Every day when He Yuzhu goes out to work, he is noticed and saluted by his neighbors.

When he disappeared outside the courtyard on his bicycle, there was always the sound of discussion behind him.

"Zhuzi is really capable!"

“I worked as a chef in a steel rolling mill during the day and then went to a night school as a teacher at night.”

"He Daqing is like smoke rising from his ancestral grave to have such a good son."

"You said Zhuzhu won't be able to make any money this month?"

"At least a million or so, right?"

"Oh my God, this is almost the same as an engineer's salary, right?"

The neighbors' envy was palpable.

In the end, He Yuzhu also became someone else's child.

He does have a lot of income now. The salary from the steel rolling mill is [-] yuan, and the salary from night school is [-] yuan. In addition, He Daqing gives him [-] yuan every month, which adds up to [-] million yuan.

With the money in his hand, He Yuzhu felt at ease.

The factory provides free meals, and sometimes I go to cook for Mr. Lou and get some lunch boxes back.

Every month, at least [-] million can be left out of the [-] million.

He did the math and saved all the money in his personal space. By 51, he had become a small rich man.

Even if He Daqing went to Baocheng in 51, his and his sister's lives would not be affected.

Of course, since he had to live his life over again, he would definitely continue to eat his old age to the end.

Even if He Daqing leaves, he still has to keep the house and pay them every month.

As a father, this is his responsibility.

He Yuzhu also has a very clear understanding of future plans.

Since he is reborn with the memories of his previous life, every step he takes thereafter must be based on the dividends of the times.

No, after a month, Boris, a technician from Xiong Country, has successfully convinced the upper leadership and will bring the technical team to the steel rolling mill today for further negotiations.

As soon as He Yuzhu arrived at the steel rolling mill, he saw the factory decorated with lights and decorations preparing to welcome Xiong Guo's technical team.

"Zhuzi, please help me quickly. Is your Russian correct?"

Xu Wood saw He Yuzhu coming and hurried to meet him for help.

He Yuzhu looked up.

Xu Wood is really thoughtful, even the banners are bilingual in Chinese and Russian.

"There's nothing wrong. You're doing well."

"With your words, I feel relieved. Before you came, I was always afraid that this thing would be written wrong and I would be embarrassed in front of the old man."

After Xu Wood finished speaking, he quickly called to the staff in the logistics department to hang up the banner.

He Yuzhu left the scene with a smile. When he got to the kitchen, he received another notice from Director Lou.

"Master Xiao He, Director Lou asked you to prepare this reception meal today. Remember to prepare the dishes!"

Secretary Xiao Huang specially ran to the kitchen to report.

"Got it! No problem!"

He Yuzhu readily agreed, but when he turned around, he ran into He Daqing's worried expression.

"Zhuzi, since you became the chef, you have only served the same meal as last time. Is that okay? These old guys are very important to our steel rolling mill!"

He Yuzhu was helpless.

This is still my own father!

Don't know anything about yourself.

"Don't worry, Dad. I will definitely not embarrass you this time."

"How about I do it? Then I'll tell you that you can do it."

He Daqing was still a little worried.

It wasn't that he didn't completely believe in He Yuzhu's craftsmanship, mainly because it was Lao Maozi who was entertaining him this time.

Their taste is definitely different from that of Chinese people.

He was afraid that He Yuzhu could not grasp it well.

"Your dad is right, Zhu Zhu. If not, let your dad cook it. When the time comes, just say that you cooked it."

"Director Lou hasn't eaten much of your cooking anyway. He can't taste it, and Lao Maozi can't taste it either."

"This time is very important, we have to be more careful."

The master chefs in the kitchen were also kind and helpful.

He Yuzhu said with an indifferent attitude: "Just be patient. Which of the dishes I made before didn't suit your taste?"

"That's different... Lao Maozi's taste..."

"How about this!"

He Yuzhu interrupted He Daqing and said: "You can watch me from the side, and if you have any questions, you can ask them in time. Is this foolproof?"

He Daqing hesitated.

But seeing He Yuzhu being so determined, he could only nod his head and agree.

After He Yuzhu got He Daqing's approval, he rolled up his arms and started doing it.

He first took a good piece of pork tenderloin, and then prepared water and starch.

When cutting the pork tenderloin into slices, it must be said that He Yuzhu's knife skills have also been improved. With a piece of meat in his hand, he can cut it in just a few seconds.

And each slice is evenly thin and thick.

He put the sliced ​​meat into a bowl, then added water, starch cooking wine and an egg into it.

"Hey, Zhuzi, why are you beating eggs?"

This operation directly confused He Daqing.

He is an expert at Tanjia cuisine, but Tanjia cuisine does not put eggs in the marinated pork.

"Don't worry about it, just take a look at it later."

After that, He Yuzhu heated up the pot and put a lot of oil in it.

This dish is very particular about the oil temperature. How to judge whether the oil temperature is good or not?

That is to put a drop of batter in. After this drop of batter floats on the hot oil, you can add the meat.

Fried meatballs are quite common, but fried pork slices have never been seen by old Beijing residents like the old chefs.

They all came together to see the strange thing, but they didn't dare to say anything.

He Daqing became more and more nervous as he watched, but he didn't dare to comment before the food came out.

They just watched in silence as He Yuzhu fried the meat slices coated in starch three times before taking them out of the pot.

"This is the end?"

He Daqing found the right moment and asked quickly.

"how is this possible?"

He Yuzhu was very confident and made a sauce with white vinegar, sugar and salt.

The sour smell suddenly came up and hit my nose.

"I'll go! It's so sour!"

The old masters couldn't help but pinch their noses.

He Yuzhu stir-fried the sauce and meat together in the pot, and also stir-fried the shredded carrots as side dishes.

In just a few minutes, this dish is ready.

When he put the dishes on the plate, everyone present except him looked embarrassed.

"Zhuzi, what kind of dish is this?"

"It smells sour, and you put so much sugar in it."

"Can this meat be made into sweet and sour food?"

He Daqing was more melancholy than anyone else at this time. Seeing that He Yuzhu was about to send the dishes out, he quickly stopped him and said, "Zhuzi, why don't we do it again. These old fools are really important."

"Eh."

He Yuzhu sighed helplessly and said: "Just relax a million times. Besides, I can speak Russian. If I can't do it well, can't I just explain it myself? Comrade Boris still has some friendship with me. "

He Daqing thought the same thing. Even if He Yuzhu's cooking was poor, he could still speak well.

There should be no problem.

I can only let him go.

"Serve!"

He Yuzhu shouted, and the plate of sweet and sour meat was taken away and put on the table.

Everyone was nervously waiting for the results. Only He Yuzhu was calmly drinking tea with his legs crossed!