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

"Master Xiao He, Director Lou asked you to come over!"

A few minutes later, Secretary Huang appeared at the kitchen door on time.

"coming!"

He Yuzhu put down the tea, raised his buttocks and was about to go.

He Daqing was so frightened that he quickly stopped him.

"How about I go with you. If something bad happens, I'll take the blame for you."

He Yuzhu glanced at him.

I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect that He Daqing would have such a great side.

He Yuzhu himself is very confident in his dishes.

However, considering that He Daqing was really worried, he left it to him.

"Then let's go. But as promised, if there is really a problem, you have to keep your word."

"Of course I keep my word. If you just become a chef and do something bad, Director Lou will definitely be blamed. I have a friendship at least, and Director Lou can't do anything to me."

"Okay. Dad, I didn't expect you to be so kind to me."

"When did I treat you badly?"

He Daqing muttered the word "brat" and gave him a big-necked slut.

Along the way, He Daqing was uneasy.

He demonstrated countless times in his mind how he should explain it to Director Lou if this dish dissatisfied the old guys.

There were only a few steps in total, and he walked for a minute.

When he reached the door, He Yuzhu urged him to go in, and he dared to go in.

As soon as he entered the door, Lou Bancheng saw He Yuzhu first, and said with a smile on his face: "Zhuzhu is here, tell me, what is the name of the dish you just served, and how is it made?"

Looking back at He Daqing, his expression changed a little.

"Why is Master He here too? Are you worried about Zhu Zhu?"

He Daqing was touched and scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Let me take a look and learn."

He hesitated and carefully observed the expressions of the old men on the table.

Everyone was smiling, as if nothing was wrong.

Could it be that He Yuzhu really made this dish right?

"He Yuzhu!"

Boris also stepped forward at this time and shook hands with He Yuzhu enthusiastically.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

He said two sentences in broken Chinese.

He Yuzhu was surprised and asked in Russian: "he дymaл, чto tы выyчnл kntancknn? (I didn't expect you to learn Chinese?)"

“ctыдho гoвopntь, toльko hemhoгo. (I’m ashamed to say, I only know a little.)”

He Daqing couldn't understand these birdsong and looked at them in a daze.

But looking at Boris's reaction, he seems quite happy.

"Don't talk about old times, let him talk about this dish."

The old man on the table was impatient.

He Yuzhu explained in Russian that the name of this dish is Guobaorou, and also introduced that this dish was invented by Chinese cooks during the Qing Dynasty specifically to entertain the Xiong people.

The delegation suddenly understood after hearing this.

Everyone gave a thumbs up.

"delicious!"

They praised in broken Chinese.

He Daqing understood this sentence, and his worries were relieved.

It turns out to be Northeastern cuisine, no wonder I didn’t recognize it.

In the 50s, information was not so developed. Each cook had his own cuisine, and he did not have that much understanding of foreign cuisine.

But how did He Yuzhu know that he didn't even know how to cook?

Will you still do it?

He Daqing fell into doubt again.

“kak ha3ывaetcr эto 6людo пo - kntanckn? (What’s the Chinese name of this dish?)”

"Pot-packed meat!"

He Yuzhu said word for word.

“Pot—bao—meat—”

All the Xiong people present imitated He Yuzhu’s Chinese and read it out in Chinese.

The atmosphere suddenly rose and everyone was very happy.

Boris also introduced to the top leader of the technical team next to him that He Yuzhu was not only a cook, but also fluent in Russian. He said it quite well. He Yuzhu was the translator the last time he came to the steel rolling mill.

Kafkarski, the top leader of the technical group, suddenly brightened up.

He hurriedly asked He Yuzhu to sit down together.

"I still have food in the kitchen..."

"Leave the cooking to Master He."

Lou Bancheng smiled and told He Daqing: "Go to the kitchen and cook a few of your specialty dishes, plus some sweet and sour ones like Guobao Pork. They love it. Also, you must make more. Meat dishes, do you know they love eating meat?”

"Okay okay."

He Daqing nodded quickly and left without even daring to say hello.

As soon as he entered the back kitchen, he was surrounded by the old chefs.

"How's it going? There's nothing wrong with Zhuzi's cooking, right?"

"Are you guys satisfied or not?"

"Where's Director Lou? How did Director Lou react?"

He Daqing wiped away his previous worries and replied with a proud face: "We don't understand the recipe of Zhuzhu, but Lao Maozi likes it very much! I think Director Lou will even reward him!"

"real or fake?"

The old masters didn't quite believe it, but in their hearts, He Yuzhu was happy.

"of course it's true!"

"Why didn't Zhuzhu come back with you?"

"He was left by Lao Maozi as a translator. Director Lou asked me to come back and cook more hard dishes according to Lao Maozi's taste."

"The pillars are fine!"

"Da Qing, I'm serious about your son, you are a blessing that has been cultivated for eight hundred years!"

"With a son to support you from now on, you will have a blessed life when you grow old!"

Facing the praises from the old masters, He Daqing felt proud.

Since He Yuzhu called the steel rolling mill, he has always been proud of himself.

Give yourself enough face.

With such a good son, what else could he not be satisfied with?

He was happy when he thought about He Yuzhu giving him a good face, and he became more energetic when cooking when he was happy.

I cooked all the sweet and sour dishes in my mind.

He Yuzhu was so busy with work that he didn't return to the kitchen until after get off work. Lou Bancheng personally sent him to the door of the kitchen.

"Zhuzi, this time you have made a great contribution. The technical team said that they will settle in our steel rolling mill and help us complete technological innovation. This time you have made a contribution and must be rewarded. I know you like to keep a low profile. It's still the old rule. The money for translators and this The reward for each cooking meal will be added to your salary, totaling [-] million, what do you think?"

Lou Bancheng spoke much louder because he was happy.

Everyone in the kitchen pricked up their ears to listen.

Ten million!

This is not a small amount!

That’s more than half a year’s salary.

He Yuzhu got so much in one meal?

He Daqing was shocked. He had worked for Lou Bancheng for so many years and had never received such a large reward.

"This should be done. Then I'll thank Mr. Lou."

He Yuzhu is not polite, he earned it through hard work, so why don’t he do it?

He stood at the door and exchanged a few words with Lou Bancheng.

As soon as he entered the door, people from the kitchen surrounded him again.

"Okay! Pillar!"

"congratulations!"

"I think it won't be long before you surpass your dad!"

He Yuzhu smiled and made a joke with He Daqing: "Dad, did you see it? Fortunately I am your son, otherwise you would have really taught your apprentices to starve to death!"