Siheyuan: Rebirth of He Yuzhu, God of Cooking starts

This was the first time he saw Yi Zhonghai reading a book. It was late at night, huddled in the bed and watching secretly with a flashlight.

Jia Dongxu's intuition told him that the book his master read was not a good book.

Yi Zhonghai covered Jia Dongxu's mouth!

"Shh!"

"Dongxu, keep your voice down so that no one can hear you."

"Whether we, master and disciple, can escape from the sea of ​​suffering and leave this miserable place as soon as possible, we all depend on this book."

Yi Zhonghai covered Jia Dongxu's mouth and whispered in his ear.

Jia Dongxu was surprised.

What kind of book is this that Master is reading?

It's so important.

Does it matter whether our master and apprentice can be released from here as soon as possible?

Jia Dongxu took a closer look at the book under the light of the flashlight, and he saw that it contained dense text and some special markings.

He just took one look and felt dizzy.

"Okay, Master, just take a good look, I won't disturb you anymore."

"Master, you must study hard and look good. The future of our master and apprentice depends entirely on you."

Jia Dongxu lowered his voice and said a few words before quietly leaving Yi Zhonghai's Datong Shop.

Yi Zhonghai, like Jia Dongxu, both slept in this kind of Datong store.

The ground was covered with thick thatch, and quilts were spread on the thatch. A dozen reform-through-labor prisoners huddled together and slept soundly.

Those who snore, those who fart, those who grind their teeth, those who talk in their sleep...

In short, there are all kinds of people.

After sending Jia Dongxu away, Yi Zhonghai got into bed and continued to read the book with a flashlight. He had never been so serious when he was in school.

"Grandma, Happy New Year! The rain has come to wish grandma a Happy New Year!"

"Yu Yu, Happy New Year. Another year has passed, and our Yu Yu is another year older. Haha, take the red envelope."

On New Year's Day, amid the sound of firecrackers, He Yuzhu brought his wife and sister to pay New Year's greetings to the old lady.

The old lady was very generous, and her granddaughter, grandson-in-law, and grandson-in-law’s sister all received red envelopes.

After paying New Year's greetings to the old lady, He Yuzhu and his wife paid New Year's greetings to their father, He Daqing, and to their brother-in-law, Cai Quanwu.

He Daqing led his brother Cai Quanwu to the backyard to pay New Year's greetings to the old lady.

In this New Year atmosphere, the White Widow's identity is a bit embarrassing.

She also knew that she couldn't get on the stage, so she simply hid in the back room and didn't come out.

The old lady is the oldest. Master Zhao Shanhe and his wife Ma Dongmei will bring their children over this morning to pay New Year greetings to the old lady.

After the master and his wife paid New Year's greetings to the old lady, He Yuzhu and Chen Xueru naturally wanted to pay New Year's greetings to their master and his wife.

This is the etiquette of old Kyoto, especially during the New Year and festivals.

After paying New Year's greetings to his master and his wife, He Yuzhu also took his wife on a bicycle to pay New Year's greetings to the three masters.

It was almost noon when I returned from paying New Year greetings to the three masters.

Ma Dongmei and White Widow have already started cooking dumplings.

Chen Xueru also took an apron and went to the kitchen to help.

He Yuzhu was sitting in the living room, chatting with his master Zhao Shanhe and his uncle Cai Quanwu.

"Zhuzi, the Spring Festival couplets inside and outside your house are really good. Who can you ask to write them for you?"

Zhao Shanhe looked at the Spring Festival couplets outside and asked He Yuzhu with a smile.

"Master, these are all written by our family's rain."

"Xue Ru originally wanted to go out and buy some Spring Festival couplets, but then I thought about not there being a top student in our family?"

"I told Xueru, why don't you buy couplets at all? Go out and buy some red paper and ink brushes, and let our family write Spring Festival couplets in the rain."

"In the end, my wife actually bought a red paper brush and ink, so I spread out the red paper for Yu Yu, prepared the brush and ink, and let her play."

"Don't tell me, our rainwater pen calligraphy is good, and the calligraphy brush calligraphy is not bad either."

He Yuzhu's words made Zhao Shanhe laugh.

Cai Quanwu and He Daqing also laughed.

Who would have thought that the Spring Festival couplets plastered all over the hospital were written by a 190-year-old girl who had just turned ten after the Chinese New Year.

"Yes, the calligraphy of Yu Yu is really good and beautiful."

Zhao Shanhe smiled and praised repeatedly.

"The dumplings are out of the pot!"

Chen Xueru brought two plates of dumplings to the table.

"Dalong, go outside and set off firecrackers."

Ma Dongmei also brought two plates of dumplings to the table.

"Okay, Erhu, let's go and set off firecrackers outside with me."

Dalong greeted Erhu and ran outside to set off firecrackers.

Soon.

Crackling...

In the sound of firecrackers, one year old,

The spring breeze brings warmth into Kyoto.

On the night of the first day of the new year, He Yuzhu and Chen Xueru accompanied the old lady and lived in the compound together.

Happy time always passes quickly.

It was the fifth day of the Lunar New Year in a blink of an eye.

He Daqing was leaving on this day and returned to Baoding with Widow White.

The white widow is still worried about her two young sons.

Before coming here, although I had prepared food and drink for my two sons and left some money for them, I didn’t know how the two Biao sons were doing this year.

On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, He Yuzhu and Chen Xueru saw off He Daqing and Widow Bai, and then went to the bus station to pick up Mrs. Zhang.

The old lady is getting older, and she can't do it without someone to take care of her.

Mrs. Zhang is used to serving the old lady, and the old lady is used to Mrs. Zhang serving her.

Fortunately, the Chinese New Year only lasts a few days.

After surviving these few days, the old lady finally looked forward to having Mrs. Zhang back.

The old lady was taken care of by Mrs. Zhang, and He Yuzhu and Chen Xueru felt relieved.

The steel rolling mill has also started working, and He Yuzhu has to go to work.

Chen Xueru's silk and satin shop is also open for business.

Cai Quanwu continued to ride a tricycle to pick up customers. When there were no customers, he would go to the grain station to carry the big ones.

Rainwater didn't start school until the 16th day of the first lunar month. Since the Spring Festival, Rainwater has plunged into the library, eagerly absorbing the knowledge from books.

On this day, He Yuzhu finished cooking the dishes for the guests and went to the toilet outside as usual.

Outside the public toilet, He Yuzhu saw Liu Cheng with his eyebrows flying and talking about something with two workers.

"Liu Cheng, your loudspeaker started broadcasting again?"

"What's the news today?"

He Yuzhu walked over and teased Liu Cheng with a smile.

"Hey, Zhuzi, don't you know, there's been big news in our compound recently."

"Everyone thought that Xu Damao was a celestial eunuch, but no one thought that Xu Damao would often run around with the door ajar during the Chinese New Year to be free and happy."

Liu Cheng said to He Yuzhu with a smile.

"Ajar door? Xu Damao often runs to ajar door?"

"Is it possible that Xu Damao isn't a celestial eunuch?"

"Is it possible that the previous rumors about Xu Damao being a heavenly eunuch were all misinformation?"

He Yuzhu pretended to be surprised and said.

"Who knows."

"Some people think that Xu Damao left the door ajar, and he deliberately let people see him. He left the door ajar to be cool and cheerful, to cover up the fact that he was a heavenly eunuch."

Liu Cheng said enthusiastically.

"Yeah?"

"I didn't expect Xu Damao to be such a person."

He Yuzhu pretended to be surprised.