Siheyuan: Mastery started in the 50s

Wang Qiang walked slowly back to the path in the park, thinking about his next plan. He decided to go home first, have a good sleep, and then arrange a few days of vacation. Maybe he could go to a place not far from the city, stay quietly for a while, completely relax his body and mind, and regain his balance and strength.

He didn't want the taste problem to bother him anymore, nor did he want this anxiety to affect his cooperation with He Yuzhu. Wang Qiang knew that only when he was in good condition could he better cope with future challenges.

Wang Qiang was walking on the path in the park. He felt relieved by the "emergency" he had just experienced, but at the same time, he was more aware that something was wrong with his physical condition recently. The abnormal taste, psychological anxiety, and stomach discomfort...all of these seemed to be sending him a signal: he needed to rest and adjust.

Just as he was thinking about how to plan his vacation, his stomach suddenly started to churn again. The sense of urgency came over him again, even more intensely than before.

"Oh no, didn't I solve it completely just now?" Wang Qiang's heart tightened and sweat immediately oozed out. His intuition told him that he must not delay this time.

He looked around, secretly cursing himself for not completely relaxing and getting into trouble again. The discomfort in his stomach became more and more intense, and he almost ignored everything else and quickly took big steps and ran towards the toilet he had just been to.

However, as he got closer to the toilet, he suddenly found that the line had become longer. Apparently, there were more and more tourists in the park, and everyone chose this time to solve their "problems".

"What bad luck." Wang Qiang muttered to himself. His anxiety soared instantly and his stomach felt like it was churning. He knew that there was no way he could stand in line here anymore.

His mind raced, wondering if there were any other options. At this moment, he vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a smaller toilet at the other end of the park, although it was a little far from here, but now he had no choice.

He ran towards that direction almost desperately, praying in his heart that there were fewer people over there, and preferably an empty one. He felt the pressure in his stomach getting bigger and bigger, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He knew that he had to find that toilet as soon as possible.

After running all the way, Wang Qiang finally saw the toilet. Fortunately, there seemed to be no one queuing there. Wang Qiang's heart was finally relieved a little. Although his body was still protesting, he saw the empty toilet as if he had seen a life-saving straw.

He rushed into the toilet, closed the door, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. This time, he decided to solve the problem thoroughly no matter what, so as to avoid the dilemma just now. Wang Qiang's mind was in a mess, with both concerns about his physical condition and anxiety about the future. He knew that his recent condition was really abnormal. Although the gastrointestinal problem might be only temporary, coupled with the abnormal taste, his body was ringing the alarm bell for him. He had to admit that he really needed a good rest.

Thinking about it, Wang Qiang began to review the past period of time, trying to find the root of these problems. Since deciding to cooperate with He Yuzhu, he has been in a high-intensity work state. Not only does he have to consider the creativity of the dishes, but he also has to take into account the planning and operation of the restaurant. He spends every day under high pressure. Although his body has always been strong, the long-term stress has quietly eroded his health.

"I can't go on like this." Wang Qiang made up his mind. He knew that if he continued to work hard like this, he would collapse sooner or later. He had to give himself a long vacation to relax and recover physically and mentally.

When he finally came out of the toilet, he felt much more relaxed. Although the physical discomfort was relieved, the mental fatigue still existed. Wang Qiang knew that this was just the beginning and he needed more time to adjust.

He walked out of the toilet and found that the sun had begun to set. The number of people in the park gradually decreased, and the surroundings seemed much quieter. Wang Qiang walked slowly in the park, thinking about his next plan. He decided to ask for leave early tomorrow morning, and then find a quiet place to spend a few days, not thinking about anything, not doing anything, just letting himself relax completely.

When leaving the park, it was getting dark. On his way home, Wang Qiang felt a hint of coolness in the air, as if reminding him that summer was about to pass and autumn was coming. Such weather made him feel a sense of tranquility, and he felt that he needed such an environment to recover. Wang Qiang did not cook immediately, but made a cup of hot tea and sat in front of the window quietly looking at the night outside. He no longer entangled in the trivial matters at work, but tried to let himself empty his mind and enjoy this moment of peace.

"Maybe everything will be fine after a rest," he said to himself.

Wang Qiang spent a relatively peaceful night. Although he still felt a little uneasy, he tried to focus on relaxing and resting. When he woke up in the morning, the sun shone through the curtains into the room, bringing a warm feeling. He stretched and felt the long-lost relaxation. At this moment, he seemed to have established a small goal: while he recovered his body and mentality, he also did something within his ability to make his life more organized.

He suddenly recalled the two "outhouse adventures" in the park yesterday. Although the simple public toilet saved him from an emergency, its dilapidated state was still fresh in his memory. The toilet's exterior wall was mottled and peeling, the wooden door creaked, and the facilities inside were extremely simple. Wang Qiang had an idea: Since he needed something relaxing to distract himself recently, why not do something practical, such as repairing the toilet?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Wang Qiang felt relieved. Although repairing the toilet did not sound like a great move, it seemed like an opportunity to solve a practical problem with his own hands. Through such physical labor, he might be able to temporarily put aside the troubles caused by the taste problem and give himself some breathing space.

So, without thinking too much, he immediately started to prepare. He found the tool box at home, which contained some basic repair tools, but it was obviously not enough to complete the work. He decided to go to the hardware store to buy some materials and replenish the tools, and then go to the park to see the situation.

Arriving at the hardware store, Wang Qiang asked the owner in detail about the materials and tools needed to repair the toilet. The owner was an elderly man, and when he heard that he was planning to repair the toilet himself,