Siheyuan: Mastery started in the 50s

The atmosphere of the dinner became more relaxed because of He Yuzhu's comments. Everyone talked about their daily lives and laughed. Wang Qiang sat at the table and observed everyone's interaction, feeling satisfied. He knew that such communication and recognition were very important to him, especially when facing challenges and difficulties.

After dinner, Wang Qiang and He Yuzhu sat in the living room and talked about the process of making stewed meat. Wang Qiang listened carefully to He Yuzhu's opinions and tried to understand his taste preferences. Although He Yuzhu was usually a little cold, he seemed particularly sincere at this time. He carefully explained his views on stewed meat and suggestions for improvement.

"Wang Qiang, your stew actually has great potential," He Yuzhu said. "Although it tastes good, you can be more meticulous in the stewing time and seasoning. This will make the meat more tender and the flavor more even."

Wang Qiang listened to these suggestions with gratitude in his heart. He knew that although He Yuzhu's words were direct, they were serious comments on his work. He nodded and said, "Thank you for your suggestions. I will remember them. In fact, I also hope to make every dish the best. I hope to hear more feedback from you in the future."

He Yuzhu smiled slightly, with a bit of satisfaction in his eyes. "In fact, you have done very well. As long as you keep this kind of effort, you will definitely get better and better."

Wang Qiang felt a warm current in his heart, and felt that his efforts were finally recognized. He looked at He Yuzhu, and felt more confident and motivated. He knew that although he was still groping on this road, every effort and improvement would bring him one step closer to his goal.

Recently, Wang Qiang has been feeling a little down. He works hard to prepare every meal in the courtyard, hoping to be recognized and loved by everyone. However, despite the great amount of thought and effort he puts into the dishes, he still cannot completely dispel the uneasiness in his heart. He knows that he still has a lot of room for improvement in this regard, especially in terms of He Yuzhu's taste.

On this day, Wang Qiang got up early and decided to prepare a special breakfast for everyone. He hoped that a hearty breakfast would make himself and everyone feel better. He chose to make some classic breakfasts - pancakes and soy milk. Although these dishes seemed simple, he planned to make them with his heart, hoping to bring everyone a good mood for the day.

The kitchen was exceptionally quiet in the morning, as Wang Qiang prepared the ingredients silently. He carefully stirred the soy milk and fried the pancakes. Although his movements were skillful, he felt a little heavy inside. Although everyone praised his dishes, he still often felt a vague sense of uneasiness, especially when facing He Yuzhu. He was not sure whether he could really satisfy He Yuzhu, and the anxiety in his heart often lingered.

"Wang Qiang, good morning!" Jia Zhang's voice came from outside the kitchen door. She walked into the kitchen and saw Wang Qiang busy at work with a smile on her face. "What delicious food did you prepare today?"

"Aunt Jia, I plan to make pancakes and soy milk today, hoping to make everyone's morning better." Wang Qiang tried to make his voice sound relaxed, but the nervousness in his heart was hard to conceal.

Jia Zhang walked into the kitchen and watched Wang Qiang's actions, a trace of concern on her face. "Have you been feeling a little upset lately? The speed at which you cook and your expression are a little different."

Wang Qiang was full of contradictions when facing Jia Zhang's proposal. It's not that he didn't want money, but the Siheyuan has been the foundation of his family for many years and a witness to the lives of several generations. His father had stood in the yard countless times, looking at the ancient blue brick wall, telling about the past glory and regrets. For Wang Qiang, the Siheyuan is not just a place to live, but also a kind of inheritance, an emotional bond that cannot be measured by money.

Jia Zhang obviously knew Wang Qiang's hesitation. He chose a special way to make this deal. Every time he visited Siheyuan, he would bring some exquisite gifts - precious tea, rare porcelain, and even exquisite calligraphy and paintings. He always said with a smile that these were his respect and sincerity for Wang Qiang. However, every gift made Wang Qiang more confused. He understood that Jia Zhang was not only trying to fight for a piece of land, but also trying to shake the feelings for Siheyuan in his heart.

One autumn evening, Jia Zhang once again came to the courtyard. This time, he brought a letter. The letter contained a detailed plan that outlined how he would transform the land into a prosperous commercial center and introduce modern conveniences while maintaining traditional culture. At the end of the letter, he sincerely asked Wang Qiang to seriously consider the plan. He hoped that through his efforts, he could not only bring new vitality to the land, but also make Wang Qiang feel at ease about the deal.

Wang Qiang read the letter quietly, and the complicated emotions in his heart became more and more difficult to calm down. He knew that Jia Zhang's plan was undoubtedly ingenious, and even well-thought-out. However, he still couldn't overcome the doubts in his heart. He tried to negotiate with Jia Zhang face to face, but after each negotiation, he always felt the huge gap between Jia Zhang's business acumen and his own traditional feelings.

As time went by, Wang Qiang fell into deep thought. He began to recall more and more the time he spent with his father, the laughter and tears spent in the courtyard. Every time he recalled, he felt more firmly that the courtyard was not just a piece of land to him, but a piece of history and a blood-related heritage.

Although Jia Zhang's proposal was tempting, it put Wang Qiang in a difficult position. He knew that he had to find a balance between respecting tradition and embracing the future. Although he had been trying to find a solution that would preserve the traditional charm of the Siheyuan while adapting it to the development of modern society, in the face of Jia Zhang's insistence, he found that the problem was much more complicated than he had imagined.

Wang Qiang sat in the courtyard, his eyes wandering on the wall full of traces of time. The sun shone through the sycamore tree in the courtyard, and fell on the bluestone slabs in patches. He took a deep breath, trying to free himself from the anxiety, but no matter how hard he tried, the inner conflict could not be calmed down.

This morning, he decided to go out of the courtyard and buy some sweet-scented osmanthus cake. His mother used to like this kind of snack very much. During every festival, she would go to the market to pick a few pieces to take home. Wang Qiang suddenly felt that perhaps this was a way worth remembering and a way to temporarily get out of trouble.