Siheyuan: The wife pays off the husband's debt, Huairu's mentality collapses

The three of them sat down again and began to enjoy this dinner which was supposed to be a celebration and thanksgiving.

Director Yang picked up a piece of squirrel fish, tasted it gently, and nodded with satisfaction.

Then he looked at Su Mu with some expectation in his eyes: "Su Mu, what do you think of this dish? Is it delicious?"

Su Mu smiled slightly, his eyes intentionally or unintentionally swept over the gloomy He Yuzhu beside him, and slowly said: "Zhuzi is the successor of Tan's cuisine, so his cooking skills are naturally extraordinary. But if I say it directly, I'm afraid Zhuzi will feel embarrassed."

He Yuzhu was furious when he heard this. He slammed the table, stood up, looked directly at Su Mu, and said angrily: "Su Mu, what do you mean by this? Are you deliberately provoking me?"

Upon seeing this, Director Yang frowned and immediately scolded, "He Yuzhu, sit down! This is a dining table, not a place for you to quarrel!"

Although He Yuzhu was unwilling to accept the scolding from Director Yang, he could only sit down in dismay, but his face was still filled with indignation.

Director Yang turned to look at Su Mu, and his tone softened: "Su Mu, do you think there are any shortcomings in these dishes? Why don't you tell us directly so that we can improve them."

Su Mu smiled, his eyes gentle and deep. He shook his head gently and said, "Actually, these dishes are already delicious, but in my opinion, they are still missing something."

"Is something missing?" Director Yang and everyone else showed curious expressions and cast inquiring glances.

Su Mu smiled slightly and explained, "It's a little bit lacking in consideration."

"The reason why Tan's cuisine has become a delicacy passed down from generation to generation is not only because of its color, fragrance and taste, but also because of the emotions and stories behind it. Every dish reflects the chef's respect for the ingredients, his pursuit of culinary art, and his heart for the diners."

"Although the dishes today taste great, I always feel that they lack a bit of care. Perhaps for some reason, Zhuzi was unable to fully devote himself to cooking."

After Su Mu finished speaking, the entire table fell into a brief silence.

Director Yang nodded thoughtfully. He understood the deep meaning of Su Mu's words and also felt He Yuzhu's inner struggle.

He patted He Yuzhu on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Zhuzi, Sumu is right. Cooking is like being a person. You have to do it with your heart to make real delicious food."

“I hope you can remember this and work hard in the future to bring more delicious food to our steel mill.”

He Yuzhu sat at the dining table, his face gloomy and uncertain, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms, but he forced himself not to have another attack.

He knew very well the consequences of losing his composure in front of Director Yang, and could only bury his anger and resentment deep in his heart.

Everyone else at the table seemed to sense this subtle atmosphere and started eating faster, trying to fill the awkwardness and tension with food.

However, for He Yuzhu, every bite of food was like chewing wax and was difficult to swallow.

Finally, the dinner ended in dullness.

Standing up and preparing to leave, Su Mu politely said goodbye to Director Yang, with a gentle and profound smile on his face, as if the dispute just now had never happened.

"Director, I'm leaving first. Please take care of yourself." Su Mu said, turned around and was about to leave.

When He Yuzhu saw this, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

He stood up suddenly and was about to say something, but was stopped by a stern look from Director Yang.

He had no choice but to swallow those vicious words back into his stomach and watch Sumu calmly walk out of the steel mill gate.

"Zhu Zi, you stay." Director Yang's low voice echoed in the empty restaurant, causing He Yuzhu's body to tremble involuntarily.

He slowly turned around and faced Director Yang's serious and complicated gaze, feeling mixed emotions.

He knew that the conversation that was about to begin would not be an easy one.

"Zhu Zi, I know you feel uncomfortable, but you have to understand that this is a steel mill, not a battleground for personal grudges."

Director Yang said earnestly, "Although Su Mu's words are sharp, they are not entirely without reason. You should reflect on your own behavior and whether you really lack the passion and dedication for cooking as he said."

He Yuzhu lowered his head, clenched his hands into fists, and his nails dug into his palms again, but he did not refute. He just silently endured the inner torment and the criticism from the outside world.

"Go back and think about it carefully." Director Yang patted He Yuzhu on the shoulder, turned and left the restaurant.

He Yuzhu was left standing there alone, looking extremely ugly.

His heart was filled with anger and resentment towards Su Mu, and he vowed to find an opportunity to make this "damn little bastard" pay the price.

Su Mu returned to the courtyard with brisk steps, and his mood seemed unaffected by the previous conflict with He Yuzhu.

As soon as I walked to the door of my house, a clear and pleasant voice floated into my ears: "Brother Su!"

He turned his head and saw Xiaoyue standing on the threshold of the Yi family not far away, holding a basket full of fruits in her hand.

The orange and apple red inside complement each other, making it look particularly tempting.

Xiaoyue was wearing an elegant floral dress, and the corners of her clothes swayed gently in the breeze.

There were two red clouds on her face, and her eyes were flashing with anticipation and shyness.

Seeing Su Mu turning around, she quickly put down the basket and trotted over to him, calling out again, "Brother Su!"

Seeing this, Su Mu's mouth corners unconsciously raised and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

He stopped and waited for Xiaoyue to run to him.

After Xiaoyue stood still, she lowered her head somewhat embarrassedly, fiddling with the corners of her clothes with both hands, her voice as thin as a mosquito:

"Brother Su, these are the oranges and apples I just bought from the market. I thought you might like them, so I brought them to you."

Su Mu was touched when he heard this. He took the basket and thanked her softly, "Xiaoyue, you are so thoughtful."

“These fruits look very fresh, thank you.”

As he spoke, Su Mu suddenly moved closer to Xiaoyue, and the two were so close that they could almost feel each other's breath.

He lowered his voice and whispered softly in Xiaoyue's ear: "Do you miss me?"

These words were like a gentle breeze, causing ripples in Xiaoyue's heart.

She looked up suddenly and met Su Mu's smiling eyes. She immediately felt her face getting hotter and even her ears turned completely red.

She hurriedly took a step back, waving her hands wildly, her voice filled with a bit of coquettishness and shyness: "Brother Su, you... don't talk nonsense."

Seeing this, Su Mu laughed, pulled away, a smile of satisfaction and pleasure on his face.

He looked at Xiaoyue gently, as if he could see through every subtle change in her heart.

This Xiaoyue has quietly occupied a special place in his heart.