Siheyuan: Rebirth of He Yuzhu, God of Cooking starts

"What are you so happy about?"

"You're still reading the newspaper by the door?"

Yi Zhonghai asked casually without thinking too much.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that our pillar is in the newspaper again."

"Tsk tsk, that's the headline on the front page of the Kyoto Daily News."

"He acted bravely on the train, caught the thief bravely, and helped a female passenger get her wallet back..."

Yi Zhonghai's mind buzzed.

He didn't hear what He Daqing said later. He only saw He Daqing's mouth moving.

Yi Zhonghai regretted it too late.

He knew that he should not talk to He Daqing at all.

As soon as he returned to the compound after get off work, He Daqing got a face full of anger.

How unlucky!

"Hey, Lao Yi, Lao Yan, Lao He, are they all here?"

Xu Fugui rode a half-used bicycle out of the alley and came to the entrance of the compound.

Getting off his bicycle, he smiled and greeted several old neighbors.

Xu Fugui has been a projectionist for so many years and has a wide network of contacts.

He heard that his son Xu Damao worked diligently in the countryside to show movies during this period and was praised by the leader of the Propaganda Department.

No, Xu Fugui came to Luogu Lane specifically to see his son.

"Old Xu, why are you here?"

He Daqing smiled and asked Xu Fugui: "Do you also know that our pillar was in the newspaper?"

Xu Fugui looked confused.

He Daqing is still the same as before, his stubbornness has not changed.

I'm here to see my son Xu Damao. How did I know that your silly column was in the newspaper?

Perhaps the pigtails of the Xu Fugui family are in the hands of He Yuzhu, and Xu Fugui dare not offend the two men of the He family.

"Really? There's newspapers on the pillars?"

"What newspaper was it in?"

"Did Zhuzi do something earth-shattering again?"

Xu Fugui could only climb up the pole and continue following He Daqing's words.

He Daqing looked at 457 Xu Fugui with a look of constipation on his face, and he felt secretly happy.

"Old Xu, this is your fault."

"You are the most senior projectionist at Red Star Cinema, so you should be the most informed."

"Our pillar, a good person who went on a business trip to the south, acted bravely on the train, bravely captured a thief, and helped a female passenger get her wallet back, was reported on the front page of the famous "Kyoto Daily News", you really don't want to Know?"

"You, Lao Xu, I'm not telling you, your thinking needs to improve. Such outstanding good people and good deeds have been reported for a day, and you don't know about it?"

He Daqing had a look of regret on his face. He felt sorry for Xu Fugui.

Xu Fugui: "?"

Your Silly Zhu is not my Xu Fugui’s son. I am concerned about his mother?

But even though Xu Fugui was holding fire in his heart, he didn't dare to say it.

"Oh, Lao He, you are so right."

"My thoughts are really getting old and I need to make progress urgently."

"It's not like the movie theater is too busy today. I haven't even had time to read the newspaper."

"Let me take a good look and learn from our heroic deeds."

Xu Fugui came up with a shy smile, staring directly at the newspaper in He Daqing's hand.

He Daqing was very satisfied with Xu Fugui's performance at the moment.

The father and son of the old Xu family are nothing compared to the other.

Don't think that he doesn't know that he spent a few years away from Baoding.

Xu Damao maliciously fabricated rumors about his son and Bai, the head of the personnel department of the steel rolling mill, and almost killed his son.

If it weren't for his son's cleverness, and the relationship with Section Chief Bai, he would really be innocent.

I'm afraid that Xu Damao, this bastard's plot, will succeed.

However, because of that incident, the Xu family and his son suffered a big loss.

In order to appease the anger of their own Zhu Zhu, the father and son had no choice but to give their son Xu's old house in Luogu Lane in the backyard to their son.

From that day on, as long as Xu Damao lived in the backyard, he had to pay rent to his son every month.

When He Daqing first learned about this, he was shocked.

His wisdom about his son is astonishing!

He must be my son, He Daqing. He is smart and capable.

A young man in his twenties grabbed Xu Damao and his son hard.

Not to mention two houses for free, I can still get five yuan in rent every month.

It's a shame that my son could come up with such a harmful idea.

What puzzled Yi Zhonghai and Yan Bugui was that Xu Fugui actually read the report about He Yuzhu word for word and seriously.

"Heroes come from young people."

"Young man is awesome!"

"There's a dragon in our compound."

"Old He, to tell you the truth, I have known Zhuzhu since I was a child. I will definitely be a talent when I grow up."

"Take a look, my vision is absolutely right."

"Our Zhuzi is not only a popular figure in the eyes of the leaders of the steel rolling mill, but is also often in the newspapers, and he is also married to a wife as beautiful as Chen Xueru."

"Old He, there is smoke rising from your ancestral grave."

Xu Fugui was very against his will. He smiled shyly and praised the He family and his son.

After Xu Fugui praised him like this, He Daqing laughed proudly.

Yan Bugui rolled his eyes jealously.

Yi Zhonghai turned his head gloomily, pretending not to see He Daqing's proud face.

"Old He, why are you laughing?"

"I heard laughter before I even left the alley."

"What good thing happened to you? Are you so happy?"

Liu Haizhong came back from get off work, walked out of the alley, and came to the entrance of the compound.

Before He Daqing could answer, Liu Haizhong saw the newspaper in Xu Fugui's hand.

It dawned on him.

"I understand."

"I said Lao He laughed so loudly and was so happy."

"It turns out it's because of the newspaper on the pillar."

"Today, the Publicity Department of our steel rolling mill broadcast the report of Zhuzi in a loop, no less than ten times."

"I can almost recite the reports in this newspaper by heart."

He Daqing felt even more beautiful.

This time he didn't say a word, Liu Haizhong did all the talking for him.

Take another look at Yan Bugui's face, which looks like he is constipated.

Look at Yi Zhonghai's gloomy face again, as if eight of his fathers had died.

Take another look at Xu Fugui, who pretends to be happy for himself, but actually has gloomy eyes.

He Daqing could not forget how beautiful it was.

There was no need for me, Lao He, to take action personally. With a few words from Liu Haizhong, these three old guys got a slap in the face for me.

"Lao Yan, are you back from get off work?"

"What's going on? Why do you look so ugly?"

Third aunt Yang Ruihua is cooking.

When I saw my old man coming back, he looked gloomy and looked very ugly.

Third Aunt asked curiously.

Yan Bugui pointed in the direction of the gate angrily and said:

"That old guy He Daqing, he is so bad."

"Take a newspaper, sit at the gate, and fight with whoever you see."

"His son Silly Zhu just appeared in the newspaper once? What is there to show off?"