Siheyuan: Back to 50 years ago, Shazhu joined the army

He Yuzhu was also quite excited when he heard what He Daqing said, and nodded immediately.

"Okay, Dad, thank you."

He Daqing: "You are my son, there is no need to be so polite."

A week later, He Daqing brought He Yuzhu to a courtyard house closer to the central urban area of ​​49 City.

Along the way, He Daqing didn't say a word. He Yuzhu, who was following behind him, saw his father's appearance and realized that the leader he was going to meet later should hold a high position.

After all, the leaders who live in this area must be either rich or noble, and their status is relatively respected.

After arriving at a grand courtyard, He Daqing stopped. When the sentry on guard at the door saw that it was He Daqing, he immediately greeted him.

"Chef He, why are you here?"

He Daqing nodded.

"Xiao Qin, I have an appointment with my boss. I will bring my son to visit him today."

After hearing what happened, the sentry Xiao Qin nodded slightly.

"So that's how it is. Then you guys go in."

Then He Daqing led He Yuzhu slowly into the courtyard.

Although He Yuzhu looks only 15 years old, he is not timid at all, nor does he have the slightest fear. His experience of being a human in two lifetimes has made him more calm and composed.

After the father and son passed through the main gate, walked through the front porch, and walked through the courtyard, they came to a room.

I saw a middle-aged man wearing glasses sitting at the top drinking tea.

Seeing this, He Daqing immediately stepped forward and greeted him.

"Leader, I'm here."

The middle-aged man wearing sunglasses nodded when he heard this.

"Daqing, you came at the right time. Look, this is some fresh tea my friend just sent me. It's called 18-tree Imperial Longjing. Can you help me taste it and tell me where it came from?

I remember that as the direct descendant of Tan's cuisine, you must have dabbled in some of the good stuff in the palace. You know more about this stuff than I do."

Upon hearing this, He Daqing did not say anything. Instead, he took the tea leaves handed to him by his leader, observed it carefully, and sniffed it, sometimes puzzled and sometimes frowning.

The middle-aged man at the side couldn't help but urge: "Daqing, how is it? Is there any result?"

He Daqing nodded.

"To reply to your question, if I am not mistaken, these are indeed the 18 Imperial Longjing tea leaves, which were once specially supplied to the imperial court. They are genuine. I once had the honor of tasting them with my father. The annual output of this stuff is extremely rare, and only a few tea leaves from the land near the Hupao Spring in Xizhou can produce it."

When the middle-aged man heard He Daqing say that it was genuine, he also smiled with satisfaction.

"Da Qing, it has to be you. Since you, the expert, have said so, then this must be correct."

Then the middle-aged man changed the subject.

"By the way, Daqing, the last time you came to me, you told me that you wanted your son to join the Volunteer Army?"

He Daqing saw that the leader had hit the point, so he immediately took over the leader's topic and continued.

"Yes, leader, I want my son to join the army and win glory for the country. Besides, my son He Yuzhu is also the inheritor of Tan's cuisine of this generation and has inherited my true skills."

When the middle-aged man heard what He Daqing said, his eyes lit up and he immediately exclaimed "Huh".

He stood up and looked up and down at He Yuzhu who was standing beside He Daqing. After a careful examination, he asked He Daqing,

"Daqing, your son doesn't look very old."

He Daqing nodded.

"Yes, leader, he is only 15 years old this year."

Middle-aged man: "Guns and cannons have no eyes. You are planning to send him to the frontline when he is only 15 years old. As a father, you are really cruel."

When He Daqing heard what the middle-aged man said, he smiled bitterly.

"Leader, my son is determined to go to the battlefield to train himself and win glory for the country, so I can only fulfill his wish.

But you also know that my family has been the only one to inherit for nine generations, and I don’t want anything to happen to my son, so I hope you can help him...”

The middle-aged man was also quite moved when he learned that He Yuzhu was the successor of Tan’s cuisine.

He did not reply to He Daqing immediately, but sat in his seat and began to think.

Seeing this, He Daqing also stood aside very obediently, waiting for good news.

At this time, He Yuzhu remained silent throughout the whole process and was also waiting for the leader's final decision.

Three minutes later, the middle-aged man had an idea. He looked directly at He Daqing who was standing aside.

"Daqing, let your son cook a table of Tan's dishes today. If the taste is good, I will take care of your son's job as a cook on the battlefield.

But let me be frank with you. If he doesn't learn his skills well, I'll have to take back what I said before."

He Daqing smiled happily upon hearing this.

"Boss, don't worry, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

After saying that, he patted He Yuzhu on the shoulder.

"Zhu Zi, you've heard it too. Whether you can go to the battlefield and serve as a cook depends on your skills and luck. This is all your father can do for you."

After that, the two of them came to the kitchen and started to get busy.

Although He Yuzhu's soul has been replaced, his muscle memory and cooking skills are still there. In addition, with He Daqing guiding him, there are no problems throughout the whole process, and all the Tan family dishes are successfully cooked.

At first, He Daqing was a little confused when he saw that He Yuzhu's cooking skills had become clumsy, but when all the dishes were finished, he thought that it was probably because his son was too nervous.

You have to know that when I was cooking for those dignitaries, I was only 13 years old, and I was even more nervous than He Yuzhu.

The middle-aged man was quite satisfied eating a table of Tan's dishes.

“Tsk tsk….not bad, delicious!”

Half an hour later, the middle-aged man, who was very satisfied with his meal, couldn't help but feel a sense of appreciation for talent. He asked He Daqing directly,

"Daqing, how about this? Your son will stay here and be my chef. I will pay him the salary he deserves. What do you think?"

When He Daqing heard what the middle-aged man said, he knew that he was showing appreciation for his son He Yuzhu's cooking skills.

"Leader, I'm sure there's no problem. It depends on what my son thinks. He's very stubborn, and he may not listen to me."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man looked directly at He Yuzhu.

"Master Xiao He, what do you think?"