Siheyuan: Mastery started in the 50s

They walked out of the tofu workshop and saw a group of people gathered in the yard. There were noisy voices and cries coming from the crowd.

"What happened?" Wang Qiang asked anxiously, feeling even more uneasy.

A resident of the courtyard came over with a pale face and said in a trembling voice: "Wang Qiang, something happened, Sister Qin..."

Wang Qiang's heart was shaken, and his face turned pale. "What happened to Sister Qin?" His voice was filled with anxiety and fear that were difficult to conceal.

The resident's expression was heavy, and he said in a trembling voice: "Sister Qin, she... has..."

Wang Qiang's heart sank, and he could feel an indescribable despair rising in his heart. He didn't dare to believe it, and didn't want to believe it, but the facts were before him and he couldn't change them.

"It's too late now." The residents' voices seemed to echo in Wang Qiang's ears, with an irreversible despair.

Wang Qiang clenched his hands into fists, tears welling up in his eyes. He felt as if he had been knocked to the ground by a huge force, unable to extricate himself.

"Sister Qin..." Wang Qiang whispered softly, with an indescribable sorrow in his heart. He knew very well that this was an irreparable loss, an irreparable regret.

Wang Qiang left the courtyard with a heavy heart, his heart filled with sadness and confusion. Qin Huairu's sudden death made him feel an indescribable loss and pain. He walked on the street, people came and went, but he felt as if he was in a lonely world.

He didn't know what he should do, nor did he know what he could do. Qin Huairu was one of the most important people in the courtyard, and her departure brought great shock and pain to the entire courtyard. Wang Qiang felt as if he had lost an important pillar, and his heart was empty and confused.

He walked to the fruit stand on the street and watched the stall owner placing fresh fruits. A basket of oranges in front of him caught his attention. He remembered the scene when Qin Huairu used to like eating oranges, and he couldn't help feeling sad.

"Boss, I want a basket of oranges." Wang Qiang said to the stall owner in a low voice.

The stall owner glanced at Wang Qiang and seemed to sense his mood. "Okay, here you go." The stall owner enthusiastically handed a basket of oranges to Wang Qiang.

Wang Qiang took the oranges, feeling their fragrance and smoothness, and the pressure in his heart seemed to be relieved a little. Perhaps these oranges could make him forget everything in front of him temporarily and make him feel a little better.

He found a quiet corner and sat down, slowly peeling an orange, the sweet and sour smell filled the air. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the tranquility and comfort of the moment, temporarily keeping himself away from pain and trouble.

The sweet and sour taste of the oranges made him feel relieved, and his mood gradually calmed down. He knew that there would always be ups and downs in life, but as long as there was hope and persistence, he would be able to walk out of the haze and welcome the sunshine of tomorrow.

Wang Qiang walked out of the fruit stand with a heavy heart. The sweet and sour taste of the oranges left a lingering taste in his mouth, but his heart was still shrouded in heavy sadness. However, he knew that life had to go on and he could not stop moving forward because of sadness.

He returned to the tofu workshop and started making tofu alone. Although his hands were skilled, his heart could not calm down for a long time. He often thought of Qin Huairu, her gentle and strong smile, her dedication and care for the courtyard, and the sadness in his heart surged up again.

However, Wang Qiang knew that he could not stop and he had to fight for the future of himself and Siheyuan. He was determined to use his skills and hard work to earn more money and bring more benefits to Siheyuan.

He decided to make tofu more delicious so that more people would buy it and make more profit. He carefully adjusted the taste and texture of tofu and made each piece of tofu with heart, hoping to attract more customers.

"Brother Wang Qiang, why did you come here alone today?" Bang Geng couldn't help but ask when he saw Wang Qiang.

Wang Qiang gave a bitter smile and said, "Nothing, I just want to be alone."

Bang Geng noticed that Wang Qiang was a little depressed, but he also knew that it was not appropriate to say too much at this time. He quietly accompanied Wang Qiang and helped him with the tofu making work.

Wang Qiang felt the support and understanding of Banggeng, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. He knew that no matter what difficulties he encountered, there would be someone to accompany him to face them together, which made him feel extremely relieved and comforted.

He continued to make tofu silently, and the sadness in his heart was gradually filled by work. He told himself that only by working hard can he get out of sadness and move towards a bright future.

On a quiet night, when the tofu workshop had closed its doors, a sense of tranquility permeated the courtyard. Wang Qiang stayed alone in the workshop sorting out the sundries, his heart immersed in the thoughts of Qin Huairu.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the tranquility of the night. Wang Qiang raised his head alertly and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw a pair of figures approaching quickly. Wang Qiang's eyes lit up and he found that it was Jia Zhang from the courtyard.

"What's going on?" Wang Qiang was secretly alert, wondering what Jia Zhang's purpose was in coming to the workshop at this time.

"Uncle Jia, Brother Zhang, what's the matter with you coming to the workshop so late?" Wang Qiang asked politely, but at the same time he was full of vigilance.

Grandpa Jia showed a sly smile, his eyes flashing with greed, "Wang Qiang, we came here to buy some tofu from you."

Wang Qiang's heart sank. He knew that Jia Zhang was not here to buy tofu, but to steal it at night. He knew that the tofu from the tofu workshop was an important resource in the courtyard. If they stole it, it would bring losses to the entire courtyard.

"Uncle Jia, Brother Zhang, this time is not suitable, right? Come back tomorrow morning and I will send it to you." Wang Qiang tried to delay time and wanted to find a way to stop their actions.

However, Jia Zhang was unwilling to listen to Wang Qiang's dissuasion. There was a cunning light in their eyes, and they seemed to have decided to succeed.

"Wang Qiang, just be quiet. We just want some tofu. You won't mind." Uncle Jia's voice carried a hint of threat. They approached step by step, trying to get close to the tofu workshop.

Wang Qiang was anxious and knew he had to stop them, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous. He quickly thought about how to deal with it and tried to come up with an excuse to make them give up.

Wang Qiang was anxious and felt that he was in a very dangerous situation. On the one hand, Jia Zhang had approached the workshop door and was about to enter to steal the tofu. On the other hand, Wang Qiang suddenly felt a severe abdominal pain that made it almost impossible for him to stand.