Rebirth He Yuzhu I am a family man

The morning light was shining softly, and the birds on the Sophora japonica tree in the yard were chirping happily. He Yuzhu, who was 13 to 14 years old and lived in the main house of the He family, was at the age when his blood was vigorous, and he was very sleepy at the moment.

"Zhuzi, Zhuzi... get up quickly. I deliberately didn't leave the steamed bun stall today. I will take you to Fengze Garden to worship a master." He Daqing urged anxiously.

"He Daqing, let me tell you, you can find a master for me, but I don't want to be an apprentice. My cooking skills are much better than yours. When the time comes, just let me be the head chef." He Yuzhu made a request to He Daqing with a nonchalant look.

"Asshole, I've tolerated you for a long time, and I'll beat you to death. You've never learned cooking, and yet you're the chef, why don't you go to heaven?" In the past two days, He Daqing's anger caused by He Yuzhu finally exploded, and he slapped He Yuzhu in the face with his palm as big as a palm fan.

"He Daqing, if you hit me, I will sever the father-son relationship with you. Your father will definitely talk to you in the evening." He Yuzhu did not hide or avoid, but looked at He Daqing indifferently.

He Daqing stopped his gesture at the last moment. He was so angry that his face turned red. He kept rubbing his hands together and looking around. It was obvious that he had no place to vent his anger and was almost going crazy from suppressing it.

"He Daqing, don't look so useless. I tell you, I will listen to you about becoming your apprentice. But, after that, I will serve two dishes: one is three white dishes in fermented sauce, and the other is sliced ​​chicken in lotus leaves. These two dishes are not to your liking and those of the master you found for me. Don't make it difficult for you, I will become your apprentice without hesitation." He Yuzhu explained to He Daqing confidently.

When He Daqing heard what He Yuzhu said, he laughed proudly. He thought, "Zao Liu San Bai was his famous dish that made him the best among all the people in Fengze Garden. This kid is just showing off his skills in front of an expert. When we get to Fengze Garden later, I'll see how to deal with him and put a stop to his arrogance."

"Asshole, remember what you said and don't regret it later." He Daqing shouted with a paralyzed face and dead eyes.

"He Daqing, just wait and see! Later, I'll let you know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is. From now on, don't underestimate others." He Yuzhu retorted in a loud voice.

He Daqing couldn't figure it out. His son had always been honest and loyal, and he would go wherever he was told. Why did his temper change in the past two days? Could it be that the old man really backed him up, making him feel fearless?

As a small businessman, He Daqing had developed the habit of getting up early and returning late. As the sun was getting higher and higher, he could no longer stay at home. He kept urging He Yuzhu. When the two arrived at Fengze Garden, the chefs had not arrived yet. Only some kitchen helpers and apprentices were in the kitchen. While waiting in the lobby, He Daqing explained some old rules of the kitchen to He Yuzhu.

He Daqing was once the chef who surpassed all other chefs in Fengze Garden with his dish "Three White Pork in Sour Sauce". However, He Yuzhu's mother passed away prematurely and he had no fixed time to get off work as a chef in Fengze Garden. In order to take care of his family, he had to leave Fengze Garden and start a free and easy small business.

Nowadays, an apprentice has to learn for three years, help for three years, and then work for another three years before he can become a master. Moreover, apprentices do not receive any salary and at most they can only eat the “leftovers” from the store.

At noon, Luo Jianrong, the Sichuan cuisine master chef, and He Futang, the shopkeeper of Fengzeyuan, arrived at the restaurant one after another. As old acquaintances met, He Daqing talked to them, and He Futang even helped He Daqing to drum up support and persuade Luo Jianrong to accept him as his apprentice.

Everything went according to plan, according to the old rules: He Yuzhu kowtowed and offered tea, and he became Luo Jianrong's apprentice. After the ceremony, He Daqing made a request that he could not say, "Please allow He Yuzhu to prepare two dishes at Fengze Garden to test his cooking skills."

Luo Jianrong and He Futang looked embarrassed and looked at each other. They wondered, "After leaving Fengze Garden, He Daqing must have been stimulated by something! He asked his 13-14-year-old son who had never learned cooking to cook for a day..."

He Daqing looked at the two people's embarrassed expressions. How could he not understand what they meant? He himself did not trust his own son, let alone others. So, he started to negotiate: "You two, I asked Zhuzi to prepare two dishes, and I want you to weigh his cooking skills. Ingredients are expensive these days, so I bought the two dishes at the market price of Fengze Garden."

He Futang, the shopkeeper of Fengze Garden, looked at the sun and felt that there was still some time before lunchtime. Now that he had the business income in advance, there was nothing he couldn't agree to, so he led a group of people into the kitchen of Fengze Garden.

As soon as He Yuzhu stepped into the kitchen of Fengze Garden, he naturally ordered the kitchen helpers to prepare the ingredients, just like he had worked here for many years, and he started to light the fire. A group of people watched in amazement as He Yuzhu processed the ingredients, matched the materials, took the food out of the pot, and served it...

He Yuzhu's solid chopping skills, smooth cooking movements, sophisticated use of ingredients, and exquisite plating skills... shocked the onlookers.

As the three white pork in fermented wine and the chicken slices in lotus sauce came out of the pot one after another, Luo Jianrong and He Daqing couldn't help but pick up their chopsticks and tasted their respective famous dishes.

"You little brat, no wonder you're so arrogant. The color, aroma and taste of this food are even better than what I make." He Daqing took a sip and said to himself with an expressionless face.

"How come this new apprentice's method of handling ingredients and making the lotus-cooked chicken slices is 7% to 8% similar to mine? Yet the color, aroma and taste of his dish are even better than mine." Luo Jianrong was puzzled as he tasted the lotus-cooked chicken slices.

He Futang saw the two people tasting the dishes and were both in a trance. Out of curiosity, he took a pair of chopsticks and tasted them without being invited. After taking a bite of the dish, he immediately felt happy. After taking another bite, he felt satisfied. But when he was about to eat again, he found that the chefs in Fengze Garden were scrambling to taste the food with chopsticks.

"Everyone, in my opinion, my little apprentice can go straight to the kitchen and cook." Luo Jianrong suggested promoting the talented person regardless of his relationship with the person.

"To be honest, judging by these two dishes, my cooking skills are no worse than those of Chef He and Chef Luo."

"Master Luo has accepted a talented apprentice. I estimate that in a few years, this child will become the cooking god of Fengze Garden."

"I think it's OK, I think it's OK..."

The profession of a chef still relies on his skills, and the chefs in the kitchen all agreed. He Futang took Luo Jianrong and He Daqing out of the kitchen to discuss, while He Yuzhu stayed in the kitchen, greeting everyone and chatting with them.

The three of them discussed for a while and came to a conclusion: He Yuzhu should focus on learning cooking at Fengze Garden, and Luo Jianrong should arrange everything. Considering that he already had a foundation in cooking, his working hours were from 11 a.m. to 19 p.m. every day; as for his salary, he would have to work for a while before deciding. After the discussion, He Daqing and He Yuzhu said hello and told him to study hard at Fengze Garden before leaving.

Ordinary people are curious. Whenever they had the chance, the waiters boasted to the guests that they had a little cooking god in Fengze Garden. Many guests would order one or two dishes prepared by He Yuzhu to try. Although He Yuzhu was very good at cooking various dishes, he was only 13 to 14 years old after all, and he was exhausted after a day.

Luo Jianrong felt so distressed when he saw his young apprentice working so hard! Before the end of the get off work period, he told He Yuzhu to pack two meat dishes and go home.