Siheyuan: Rebirth of He Yuzhu, God of Cooking starts

"He Daqing, it's better to stay in Baoding and never come back. This guy will bring disaster when he comes back!"

The third aunt was startled and asked curiously: "What's going on? Silly Zhu is in the newspaper again?"

Yan Bugui glanced at his wife in surprise. What do you mean, Shazhu was in the newspaper "again"?

Didn’t Silhu appear in the newspaper just once this month?

Although Yan Bugui was against his will and didn't want to admit it, He Yuzhu often appeared in newspapers.

But he also knew that he couldn't stop others from talking about this matter.

But this month seems to be the first time He Yuzhu has appeared in the newspaper.

This is always true.

Yan Bugui nodded and said dullly:

"Well, our old He family has smoke rising from their ancestral graves."

"You said a cook doesn't concentrate on cooking in the cafeteria, but he comes up with so many inventions."

"This time I was on a business trip to the south to give a report. On the train, I luckily caught a thief and helped a female passenger get her wallet back."

"I don't know why a reporter from the "Kingto Daily News" happened upon him and interviewed He Yuzhu."

"No, that guy He Yuzhu is in the newspapers again."

The third aunt's expression was very complicated.

She whispered: "It would be great if... it was our family Jie Cheng who was in the newspaper."

Yan Jiecheng is still a temporary worker.

Not even a formal job.

But what if he does something amazing and gets published in the newspapers.

In this way, the work matter will definitely be settled, and it will definitely be a formal job.

By that time, once Yan Jiecheng is famous, why don't the matchmakers line up to come to his house to find a wife for her son?

Hearing what his wife said, Yan Bugui was also very moved.

However, among the millions of people in the 49 cities, it is difficult to get into the newspapers.

While the couple was talking, Yan Jiecheng came back.

As soon as I entered the door, I was hit by a stench.

"Jie Cheng, why do you smell so bad?"

The third aunt quickly covered her nose.

Yan Bugui was so smoked that he almost vomited out the last night's meal.

Yan Jiecheng explained with a sad face: "Mom, Dad, don't mention it. Today the manure collector on our street, Lao Zhang, is sick. Many public toilets on the street are almost full, so Director Wang asked me to follow the manure collector Lao Hong. Let’s go ahead and collect feces from the public toilets on our street for a whole day.”

Yan Bugui: "..."

Third Aunt: "..."

They are both sons, so why is there such a big gap?

He Yuzhu was on a business trip by train and published in newspapers.

It can be said that he has gained both fame and fortune.

Look at your stupid son again.

I spent a day digging out shit outside.

Yan Bugui was so angry that his face turned green.

The third aunt still loved her son, so she quickly took out the towel and soap.

Ask Yan Jiecheng to go to the bathhouse outside and take a bath to wash away the dirt and stench all over his body.

But you have to spend money to go to the bathhouse.

When it comes to spending money, Yan Bugui feels heartbroken.

He hurriedly chased him out and said urgently: "Boss, Jie Cheng, you have to spend a dime to go to the bathhouse. Why don't you ask your mother to boil some hot water and close the door in your room?" You can just take a shower in the house, why are you spending so much money?"

Yan Jiecheng: "..."

He glanced at his father in surprise.

My father is notoriously stingy, and would love to split an eight-petaled flower for a penny.

But on such a cold day, if you take a shower in your own house, what should you do if you catch a cold?

Once you catch a cold, you will have to postpone your work tomorrow.

Besides, if you have a cold, you have to take medicine, which also costs money.

Even if you don’t spend any money on medicine, you still have to drink the ginger syrup, right?

These days, brown sugar is so standard, and ginger is an ingredient that my family is reluctant to buy during the holidays and when making dumplings.

Do you expect mom and dad to make ginger syrup for him to drink?

There are no doors!

Yan Jiecheng is not stupid.

Besides, he had some money in his hand now, so he could still afford to take a bath outside.

"Dad, I'm afraid I'll catch a cold while taking a shower at home, which will delay my work tomorrow."

"I'd better go to the bathhouse, wash my dirty and smelly clothes, and save some washing powder for our family." After saying this, Yan Jiecheng turned around and left.

Yan Bugui blinked and called Yan Jiecheng again.

"Dad, what's the matter with you?"

"Xie Cheng, why don't you take Dad to take a bath with you? Dad hasn't taken a bath in a long time."

Yan Bugui stared at his son with a smile.

A pair of small eyes, separated by worn-out black-rimmed glasses, shone with the wisdom of a bastard who would take advantage but not take advantage of him.

Yan Jiecheng's eyelids twitched wildly, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he almost lost his temper on the spot.

"Da Mao, are you back from get off work?"

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

I saw Liu Haizhong standing at the door, chatting with He Daqing.

For the first time, He Daqing said hello to him.

"Yeah, off work."

"Uncle He, what are you and the second uncle talking about?"

Xu Damao politely stopped his bicycle and responded with a smile.

He Daqing pointed to the newspaper in his hand with a smile and said:

"We didn't talk about much. We just talked about the newspapers on the pillars of my house."

"By the way, Damao, I heard that you were praised by the head of the Publicity Section today? It seems that your work has been really good during this period."

Xu Damao almost died of depression because of the "440" incident.

He was indeed diligent in his work during this period, and was indeed praised by the propaganda section chief.

Originally, the Publicity Section Radio Station wanted to broadcast his glorious deeds in a high-profile manner today.

But in the end, that bastard Silly Zhu had his beard cut off.

Xu Damao regretted greeting He Daqing.

After just saying a few words, He Daqing got a look on his face.

What a bummer!

Liu Haizhong said in the tone of an elder lecturing a junior:

"Da Mao, even if you are praised by the propaganda section chief, don't be complacent."

"You have just become a regular employee now, so you should learn from Zhu Zhu."

"Take a look, how many times has Zhuzi been in the newspaper?"

"But Zhu Zhu is not complacent at all. You should learn from Zhu Zhu."

Xu Damao became even more depressed.

He made He Daqing's face pucker, and then, his bangs pricked his face again.

These two old guys can only talk about things with silly posts.

But looking at the entire street, even at Dongzhimen, how many monsters like Silly Zhu are there?

Why should I, Xu Damao, compare myself to Silly Zhu?

He Daqing looked at Xu Damao's constipated face and felt extremely happy.

They are all young people in the compound, one by one.

Whether it's Xu Damao, Yan Jiecheng, Liu Guangqi, or Jia Dongxu, no one can compare with their own pillars.

Bah bah bah!

Jia Dongxu must be scraped out.

That guy is a dead man.

Mentioning his name, He Daqing felt unlucky.

"Okay, Uncle Second, I listen to you."

"From now on, I will work modestly, be low-key and never be complacent."

Xu Damao suppressed the anger in his heart, gave Liu Haizhong a smile that was uglier than crying, lowered his head and walked into the compound.