Siheyuan: Mastery started in the 50s

"I really don't understand," he said indignantly, "Why are these businessmen so greedy? They only see the immediate profits, but fail to see the value of history and emotion. No matter how many business plans they have, they can never replace those precious memories."

At this moment, Wang Qiang's cell phone rang, interrupting his monologue. It was a text message from Jia Zhang, which was brief but direct: "Mr. Wang, I hope you can think carefully about today's discussion. We can arrange another time to discuss it in depth."

When Wang Qiang saw this message, the flames of anger were instantly ignited. He almost impulsively replied with a brief answer: "I will consider it, but I am really unhappy now."

He put down his phone and continued to pace in the yard, thinking back to the scene of the negotiation with Jia Zhang. Whenever he thought of the drawings in the business plan, his heart felt like being stabbed, painful and helpless.

"What should I do to make him understand?" Wang Qiang said to himself, "He simply cannot understand what the Siheyuan has meant to me and my family over the years. He only sees a valuable piece of land, but not the history and culture here."

Wang Qiang's heart was full of contradictions and anger. He knew he had to make a difficult decision, but when faced with the confrontation between reality and emotion, he felt like he was groping in a tunnel with no end.

He walked to an old locust tree in the yard and looked up at the treetops. The branches swayed slightly in the wind, as if telling the story of the passage of time. Wang Qiang stood quietly under the tree, his anger gradually subsided, but the trouble still lingered in his mind. He knew that he had to calm down to find a solution to the problem, but at this moment he still needed time to sort out his emotions and thoughts.

"Your buns look really good. Why are they so hot?" Wang Qiang couldn't help but become curious about the stall owner's production process.

The stall owner smiled and said proudly: "This is our family's secret recipe. The flour and meat filling are fresh that day, so the buns are especially fragrant."

Wang Qiang nodded, believing the stall owner's words. Seeing that the buns were packed, he took the bag and walked back to the stall happily. On the way, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva, as if he could feel the aroma of the buns stimulating his appetite.

When he returned to the stall, Xu Damao saw the buns and smiled excitedly: "Finally I'm back! I've been waiting for so long that I'm a little hungry."

Wang Qiang smiled and handed the bun to Xu Damao, "Here, have some of this. After we finish eating, we will continue to work. This busy day has paid off."

Xu Damao took the bun and took a bite impatiently. A satisfied expression immediately appeared on his face: "This bun is really good, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, just right. Now that we are full, let's go see if there are any other opportunities."

Wang Qiang also picked up a bun and took a bite. The hot filling made him feel extremely happy. His fatigue and stress seemed to be replaced by the delicious bun at this moment. He knew that such a moment was not only about the satisfaction of food, but also the affirmation of his hard work.

"Yeah, it's really good." Wang Qiang said with emotion while eating, "This stall experience is much smoother than I thought. It seems that as long as we keep working hard, business will get better and better."

Xu Damao nodded, with a glimmer of expectation in his eyes: "Yes, we have to keep up this momentum. Today's good results are just the beginning, we have to do this business even better."

After enjoying the steamed buns they just bought, Wang Qiang and Xu Damao both felt a sense of satisfaction. Their tired bodies were comforted by the hot buns and the company of their friends. Although the hustle and bustle of the market continued, the two temporarily put aside the pressure in their hearts and focused on the food in front of them.

However, another idea soon came to Wang Qiang's mind. He remembered that in addition to steamed buns, fried dough sticks were also a very popular snack at the market. Especially on such a busy day, the crispy and rich taste of fried dough sticks could bring extra satisfaction to everyone. He thought to himself that this was a good idea, which could not only enrich the product variety on the stalls, but also make them more competitive in the market.

"Xu Damao, I have an idea. We can also make some fried dough sticks. This is a very popular snack." Wang Qiang suddenly said, his eyes flashing with excitement.

After hearing this, Xu Damao asked with a bit of confusion: "Dough sticks? This takes a lot of time to prepare, and requires special equipment."

Wang Qiang nodded, knowing Xu Damao's concerns. But he had already begun to think about the production process of fried dough sticks in his mind, as if this had become his most urgent task at the moment. He responded: "I know, but I think this is an opportunity. In addition to those mainstream snacks in the market, fried dough sticks are very attractive to customers. I can prepare some simple equipment in the store, and we can give it a try."

Xu Damao thought for a moment, and was obviously infected by Wang Qiang's enthusiasm. His expression changed from initial doubt to approval: "Okay, since you are so confident, let's give it a try. However, we still have to be careful in making fried dough sticks, and we have to control the heat and the batter well."

Wang Qiang was filled with excitement and he immediately began to prepare. He and Xu Damao sorted out the things on the stall, then quickly packed up some basic kitchen utensils and planned to return to the courtyard to prepare the ingredients for the fried dough sticks.

Back at the courtyard, Wang Qiang was full of anticipation. He couldn't wait to prepare the ingredients for the fried dough sticks: flour, baking powder, salt, and some cooking oil. Although these ingredients look simple, making fried dough sticks requires certain skills and experience. While preparing in the kitchen, he flipped through the recipe for making fried dough sticks, trying to make every detail perfect.

Wang Qiang was busy in the kitchen, full of anticipation for the fried dough sticks and a desire for success. He knew that every attempt and innovation was a challenge to his ability and also an exploration of the future. He kept stirring the batter and adjusting the heat, and from time to time he glanced at the fried dough sticks that were gradually changing color in the pan, his heart filled with tension and excitement.

Xu Damao was helping out on the side. Seeing Wang Qiang's focused expression, he couldn't help but admire him and said, "You really put a lot of effort into this. Seeing you so focused, I'm looking forward to the results of this fried dough stick."

Wang Qiang raised his head and responded with a smile: "I think making fried dough sticks is like running a business. It requires patience and meticulousness. As long as you grasp every detail, you will be able to make a satisfactory product."