Siheyuan: Mastery started in the 50s

Bang Geng looked at the broken eggs and sighed helplessly: "Alas, it seems that tonight's dinner is ruined."

Wang Qiang smiled, picked up a few whole eggs and handed them to him: "Take them. Even though they are from my family, consider it my treat tonight."

Bang Geng took the egg gratefully, with a relieved smile on his face: "Thank you, Brother Wang Qiang. You are such a good person."

Wang Qiang shook his head: "I just want everyone to have a better life. But you should also be careful not to steal my eggs all the time, or you won't get such a good deal next time."

The two walked into the kitchen while talking and laughing. The yard regained its tranquility, leaving only the sound of the breeze and the faint moonlight. Wang Qiang's worries seemed to be dispelled at this moment. He felt that perhaps life was not so complicated. As long as he had good intentions, everything would become simple.

In the kitchen, Wang Qiang and Bang Geng prepared dinner together. They talked and laughed, and the distance between them seemed to become closer at this moment. Wang Qiang felt a long-lost sense of relaxation and joy, and the haze in his heart seemed to gradually dissipate.

At night, the courtyard was filled with delicious aromas and a sumptuous dinner was placed on the table. Wang Qiang and Bang Geng sat together with the children, enjoying this rare warmth.

In the kitchen, Wang Qiang was busy cooking a pot of noodles. He skillfully put the noodles into the boiling water, smiling as he felt the aroma of the ingredients. This familiar scene gave him an inexplicable sense of security, as if everything was under his control.

Behind him, Bang Geng leaned against the kitchen door, his eyes fixed on Wang Qiang's back. His admiration and gratitude for Wang Qiang grew stronger. He saw a rare kindness and tolerance in Wang Qiang, which made him more resolute in his trust and friendship with Wang Qiang.

"Brother Wang Qiang, the aroma of the noodles you cooked is so tempting!" Bang Geng said with a smile, his eyes revealing his desire for delicious food.

Wang Qiang turned around and looked at Bang Geng with a big smile on his face: "Haha, this is all the result of the hard work of everyone at home. Come, try it. I promise that this time the noodles will definitely taste better than last time!"

The two sat down together and began to enjoy this simple and warm dinner. Wang Qiang felt the elasticity and aroma of the noodles in his mouth and happily chatted with Bang Geng about family matters.

"Banggeng, do you think the atmosphere at home has changed these days?" Wang Qiang suddenly asked. He always had some doubts about family relationships in his heart.

Bang Geng stopped using his chopsticks and thought for a moment before speaking: "Brother Wang Qiang, I feel that the atmosphere at home has become more harmonious. Although we have experienced some twists and turns, each of us is working hard to repair and maintain this family."

Wang Qiang nodded, and the anxiety in his heart seemed to be relieved a little. He was grateful for Banggeng's honesty and frankness. This sincerity between friends made him feel very warm.

After dinner, Wang Qiang and Bang Geng cleaned up the kitchen together and sorted out the remaining ingredients. In this familiar and warm space, the mood of the two seemed to become relaxed.

"Brother Wang Qiang, I think your relationship with Qin Huairu will gradually get better." Bang Geng suddenly spoke. He felt the hesitation and confusion in Wang Qiang's heart.

Wang Qiang stopped what he was doing and looked at Bang Geng, with a hint of gratitude in his eyes: "Thank you, Bang Geng. Maybe you are right, I should give Qin Huairu a chance."

The dishes in Wang Qiang's hands made crisp sounds while washing, and the water splashed and rippled. He was busy and focused, but his mind drifted to the recent troubles from time to time.

Since Qin Huairu's conspiracy was exposed, the atmosphere in the courtyard has eased somewhat, but it is still hard to avoid feeling a little awkward and uncomfortable. Wang Qiang's inner conflicts have become more and more complicated. He doesn't know whether he can truly forgive Qin Huairu and whether he can rebuild trust between them.

While he was busy, a slight stinging sound interrupted his thoughts. He couldn't help but raise his hand to look at his index finger, and found that it was cut by the broken pieces of the bowl, and bright red blood slowly seeped out.

"Brother Wang Qiang, what's wrong with you?" Bang Geng's voice suddenly sounded. He walked over and saw the wound on Wang Qiang's hand. He immediately frowned.

Wang Qiang shook his head gently: "It's nothing, I just got cut by a piece of bowl." He forced a smile, trying to make himself look more relaxed.

Bang Geng's frown did not relax. He picked up the gauze and band-aid beside him and carefully treated Wang Qiang's wound: "You have to be careful, the fragments are too sharp. I'll bandage it for you later."

Wang Qiang felt the care and consideration from Bang Geng, and his heart was filled with warmth. Although there were sometimes frictions and disagreements between them, they were always able to support each other at critical moments.

After bandaging the wound, Wang Qiang felt a little better. He smiled and thanked Bang Geng: "Thank you, Bang Geng. I was so careless."

Bang Geng shook his head: "You're welcome, this is what friends should do." His eyes revealed sincerity and kindness.

In this heartwarming scene, Wang Qiang felt an indescribable emotion. He knew that even if life was full of challenges and difficulties, as long as he had friends by his side, everything would become better and stronger.

In the kitchen, the atmosphere gradually became dull. Wang Qiang was tidying up the table with a plate in his hand, while Qin Huairu stood aside, looking a little hesitant.

Suddenly, Wang Qiang felt nauseous, his stomach began to churn, and a strong feeling of nausea surged into his heart. He couldn't help but close his eyes, trying to suppress his discomfort.

Qin Huairu saw this and hurried over and asked with concern: "Wang Qiang, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Wang Qiang shook his head and forced a smile: "It's okay, maybe the food I ate just now was not right."

But his body wouldn't obey him, the feeling of nausea became more and more intense, and he felt like he might vomit at any time.

Qin Huairu looked at Wang Qiang and felt distressed and uneasy. She knew that Wang Qiang was not being cold to her on purpose, but that it was her fault that led to the current situation. She was filled with guilt and self-blame, but she was helpless and at a loss.

"Wang Qiang, I know I've let you down, but I really regret it." Qin Huairu's voice was choked with sobs, and tears flashed in her eyes.

Wang Qiang opened his eyes and looked at Qin Huairu, with an indescribable conflicting emotion in his heart. It was not that he did not want to forgive Qin Huairu, but when he faced her, the disgust in his heart became stronger.