Siheyuan: Get god-level cooking skills at the beginning

In 1965, an old steel factory courtyard in the old city.

"Whoosh!"

A gust of cold wind rushed into He Yuzhu's heart and lungs, and his mind finally accepted an unavoidable fact - he had become He Yuzhu in the courtyard.

Surrounding him were old household furnishings typical of that era, and his family seemed to be almost poor.

"I just stayed up late to watch a drama, why did it become like this? Is it because I disagree with the views in the drama?"

Memories gradually came together in his mind, and he silently accepted the current situation.

"It's destined, so I just let it go. At least I have a Beijing hukou and a good job in a factory canteen, which is pretty good compared to living in poverty and doing nothing."

He Yuzhu, as the chief chef among 10,000 employees in a large factory, serves as an eighth-level chef in the steel plant canteen. He inherited his father He Daqing's skills in cooking Tan family cuisine. He is also proficient in a variety of cooking techniques and is well-known in the Beijing catering industry.

A monthly income of 37 yuan was considered a high salary at that time. Although it was far less than the 99 yuan per month earned by the master fitter next door, it was still enough to provide food and clothing in a city where the average monthly income was only 5 yuan.

"So from now on, I will become the real He Yuzhu! Now that I am here, how can I treat myself badly?"

Just as I was lost in thought, the curtain at the door was suddenly lifted, and a woman with a graceful temperament walked in front of me.

"Stupid Zhuzi, why aren't you getting up yet? I thought you had gone to the factory a long time ago!" The woman chuckled and tidied up the messy clothes and socks skillfully like a housewife. She even took out a pair of underwear, obviously intending to wash it.

He Yu...now he should be called He Yuzhu.

Looking at the woman in front of him, he was stunned, realizing who she was and the purpose of her actions.

Across from her, the woman picked up the last piece of dirty clothing, and noticing He Yuzhu's scrutinizing silence, she couldn't help but smile curiously and said, "What's wrong with you today? Something seems a little strange.

Sister Qin, you haven't changed at all, have you?" At the same time, she carefully examined her clothes, thinking that there was something missing.

"Sister Qin, you have an IUD, right?"

He Yuzhu spoke directly. Although he had some resentment towards Qin Huairu for giving birth to a child, he had to admit that Qin was a good householder.

But when I thought of the scene in the original plot where He Yuzhu starved to death on the overpass, a feeling of uneasiness welled up in my heart.

"Boom!"

Qin Huairu was as if struck by lightning. She dropped her clothes on the floor without even picking them up. Her face turned frighteningly pale. She asked in a confused tone, "Why... do you ask this suddenly?"

Seeing Qin Huairu's performance at the moment, He Yuzhu guessed in his heart that this might be the case, but he did not ask any more questions. Instead, he said coldly beside the bed: "From now on, I will collect my salary by myself.

I have taken note of your careful care over the past few years, Sister Qin.

However, after all, I am still a bachelor. Since we are not destined to be together, let's say goodbye honestly. What do you think? "

Hearing He Yuzhu's calm words, Qin Huairu didn't know how to react for a moment. Her face gradually became paler, and it seemed that she would fall to the ground if she took a step back.

He Yuzhu was still sitting on the bed, and said in a low voice: "Sister Qin, I understand your family's difficulties. This salary is already a lot to help you raise your children.

But we humans have to think about ourselves after all.

I am already around 30 years old and I have not yet married or had children. If I delay any longer, I am afraid I won’t even be able to keep my children, and we won’t be able to explain how to continue our family line.

I don't want this.

Since you are here today, let's talk openly and honestly, so that the two families can live in peace like ordinary neighbors in the future. Do you think this is appropriate?"

After he finished speaking, he stared at Qin Huairu quietly without saying anything more.

At this moment, Qin Huairu was extremely confused and scared.

I tried to cry like I did before in order to win the other person's heart, but when I saw He Yuzhu's indifferent look, I didn't know where to start.

"I...I need to wash these clothes first." She said, hurriedly picking up the clothes on the ground and leaving quickly.

Looking at Qin Huairu who escaped in a somewhat embarrassed manner, He Yuzhu then dressed neatly and picked up the basin to wash.

Fortunately, Qin Huairu was not seen in the bathroom, so she should have returned home.

After washing up, He Yuzhu went out and went straight to the iron and steel plant's staff canteen.

Along the way, he watched the workers hurrying to work and the slogans on the banners and smiled.

About twenty minutes later, he arrived at the cafeteria.

At the entrance, a fat man and Ma Hua greeted him enthusiastically: "Master, you are here?"

"Ok!"

He Yuzhu nodded in response with a smile on his face, and without saying anything else, he unbuttoned his coat and began to prepare today's meal.

"Ding, the clock-in system is successfully bound!"

Suddenly, a clear reminder sounded.

He Yuzhu was stunned. As an online literature writer, he had read countless books, and this kind of "golden finger" of the system was not new to him.

"Ding, the newbie gift pack has arrived, do you want to open it?"

Another new reminder sounded.

"Open!"

He responded silently, feeling both surprised and curious about the new features of the system.

"The novice gift package has been opened for you, giving you a portable space and a god-level cooking technique. Do you still need to load it?"

The system's message rang in his ears, He Yuzhu was stunned for a moment, then became excited.

As a chef, skills are the most fundamental, and god-level cooking can undoubtedly greatly enhance one's abilities.

And the portable space sounds like another golden finger, whose specific size is just waiting to be revealed.

"load!"

He couldn't wait to give the order.

"Ding, loading successful!"

In an instant, a vast amount of cooking knowledge flooded into He Yuzhu's mind like a tide: the methods of various cuisines and numerous dishes seemed to be familiar to him; the selection of ingredients, knife skills, and control of heat were all clearly visible in his mind.

Chapter

After a long time, He Yuzhu felt that the knowledge flowing into his mind was no longer increasing, and immediately turned to the so-called "portable space"

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With a slight touch of consciousness, endless space appears before the eyes. Although there is nothing in it, there are illusions of soil, sunlight, ponds and streams.

Trying his best to suppress his joy, he temporarily retreated into the outside world.

Noticing the puzzled look on Master Ma Hua's face, He Yuzhu smiled and reassured him: "I'm fine, I was just thinking about something.

You have been with me for so many years, and from today on I will teach you some substantial content."

Ma Hua was startled for a moment, then overjoyed, and quickly knelt down to express his gratitude: "Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"

"Get up, I'm going to teach you my first lesson today: spicy and sour shredded potatoes!"

As he spoke, He Yuzhu picked up the potatoes he had prepared in advance and began to cut them skillfully.

The movements are coherent and the fluency is improved many times compared to the past.

Ma Hua's eyes were filled with joy, his gaze fixed on the knife dancing in his master's hand. "Ah, this is the true strength of the master, so strong!"

He sighed in his heart.

In the factory cafeteria, not only Ma Hua was watching, but other kitchen workers were also staring with wide eyes.