Siheyuan, my new life

In the canteen kitchen of the Red Star Steel Mill Security Department Training Base, canteen manager He Daqing looked at his son He Yuzhu in a strange way: "Zhuzi, what happened to you this morning? You looked absent-minded as if you had lost your soul, and you kept looking outside. What happened?"

He Yuzhu rolled his eyes at his father with disdain and muttered in a low voice: "What's the point of looking for you? Apart from being able to cook a few dishes, you are always cursing and beating people."

He Daqing was chopping a chicken, so he didn't hear his son's mumbling clearly, and shouted: "Speak louder, pinching your voice like a woman, it's not pleasant at all."

He Yuzhu was nearly blocked by his father's words. The young boy just wanted to save face, but He Daqing actually said that his son spoke like a woman. Seeing the kitchen helpers around him who were busy with their work with smirks on their faces, He Yuzhu chopped the kitchen knife in his hand on the chopping board and shouted at He Daqing: "Director He, I have something to ask my master. I'll leave my work to you later, please bear with me." After that, he ran out without waiting for He Daqing to speak.

He Daqing looked at his son's back and shook his head helplessly. Now his son had a martial arts master. He didn't know why Xiong Qingshan liked his silly son and actually agreed to accept him as his apprentice. He said that he would hold a master-disciple ceremony after Secretary Lin came back and invite Secretary Lin to be a witness.

He Yuzhu ran directly to the edge of the training ground and saw his master Xiong Qingshan racing with a group of young people while carrying logs as thick as an adult's head.

They stood quietly at the side of the training ground waiting for Xiong Qingshan and his team to finish a lap. Then everyone, panting, dropped the logs and slowly strolled to the side, leaving the track for the next group.

Xiong Qingshan wiped the sweat from his head with a towel as he walked to the edge of the training ground, secretly lamenting that time is unforgiving. Although his physical strength has almost doubled after the herbal bath, there is still a gap between him and those young men in their prime. In the previous competition, there were ten people in a group and he barely made it into the top five.

He Yuzhu grinned and said, "Master is amazing. That log must have weighed at least 100 pounds. You were able to come in fourth place while carrying it."

Xiong Qingshan glared at the boy, then scolded him with a smile: "No wonder your father said you are good in everything except that you have a big mouth. What's so good about being fourth? You are not first, so what's the big deal? Usually this time is the busiest time for your kitchen, right?"

He Yuzhu took out a pack of Peony cigarettes and handed one to Xiong Qingshan. Then he took out a match and was about to light it. Xiong Qingshan smiled and handed him a Zippo lighter: "You are still young, so smoke less. This lighter is for you."

He Yuzhu took it and lit a cigarette for Xiong Qingshan first, then lit one for himself, and then said, "Master, there is something that I have been feeling is not right today, so I want to tell you about it. Please give me some advice."

Xiong Qingshan sat down on a stone beside the training ground, smiled and pointed at a stone next to him: "Zhu Zi, sit down and tell me everything, and we can analyze what went wrong together."

So He Yuzhu told the whole story in detail. Xiong Qingshan couldn't help but frowned after listening and said seriously: "Zhuzi, thanks to you for telling this matter, otherwise if it really happened, you would have to go to jail. This Yi Zhonghai has bad intentions, he just wants to harm you, and the other Qin Huairu is not a good person either. He doesn't want to work hard with his own hands, but wants to get something for nothing. From what you said, Yi Zhonghai and Qin Huairu cooperated well, singing the same tune and holding you up in the air. Obviously, these two people discussed it in advance and calculated you together."

He Yuzhu blushed and cursed in a low voice: "Yi Zhonghai, this damned family, tried to plot against my father before, and now he wants to plot against me. I will never forgive him." He hesitated for a moment before continuing: "That sister Qin can't be that bad, right? She spends all day at the Jia family, either washing clothes, cooking, or taking care of the children. She is often scolded by her evil mother-in-law. She is quite pitiful."

Xiong Qingshan reached out and patted He Yuzhu on the shoulder, and asked with a smile: "Why do you like Qin Huairu, Zhuzi?"

He Yuzhu's face immediately turned red, and he argued hastily: "How is it possible? She is Jia Dongxu's wife, and she is several years older than me."

Xiong Qingshan restrained his smile and asked in a serious tone: "Since you know that she is Jia Dongxu's wife, regardless of the neighborhood seniority or age, you should call her Jia's sister-in-law. Why do you call her Sister Qin?"

He Yuzhu scratched his head and was about to speak when Xiong Qingshan slapped him on the back, scolding him: "Why don't you have a brain? Didn't Secretary Lin say that to you last time? You're a cook, and you scratch your head when you're anxious. Who would want to eat your cooking if they see you?"

He Yuzhu chuckled a few times before continuing, "In fact, at first, those of us who were younger in the courtyard all called her Sister-in-law Jia. Later, it was Qin Huairu herself who said that from now on, we should all call her Sister Qin, which would make her seem more intimate."

Xiong Qingshan sneered, "This woman is young but she is very calculating. It seems that she has been scheming against you hot-blooded young men since she married into your courtyard. I don't know what your father is thinking all day long. He can't even figure out such a simple thing. Let's go and find your father. This matter must be handled properly, otherwise it will have a very bad impact on you in the future."

Although He Yuzhu was still confused until now, since his master said so, he could only stand up obediently and follow his master to the cafeteria kitchen.

When they arrived at the canteen kitchen, Xiong Qingshan did not look for He Daqing to discuss things right away, but sent He Yuzhui to work quickly so as not to delay the trainees' lunch. He just told He Daqing to cook two more dishes after he was done, and then have Zhuzi deliver them to the secretary's office, and asked He Daqing to go there as well.

After making the arrangements, Xiong Qingshan went directly to the secretary's office. Sure enough, Qin Ming was handling official business here, but he was not at his desk. Instead, he was sitting on the sofa in the reception area, reviewing documents with his head down.

Ever since Secretary Lin rushed to Shandong Province, Qin Ming, Xiong Qingshan and other deputy directors would stay in this office whether they had something to do or not, which added a lot of work to the clerk Su Yu. After all, they were all directors or deputy directors. Although Su Yu was the secretary's clerk, he could not lose his manners. He had to make tea and give cigarettes to every leader who came. Later, Su Yu simply put a pack of Camel cigarettes and a pack of Sanwu cigarettes under the coffee table, and the leaders could smoke whatever they wanted.