Siheyuan: Starting with one acre and three fen of land

He Yuzhu walked out of the room and, under the guidance of the staff, came to the kitchen of another courtyard.

"Thank you for your help!" After thanking the person, he turned and walked into the kitchen.

Thick clouds in the sky blocked the sun, and the light in the kitchen was dim.

He Yuzhu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked across the room, only to see a figure standing in front of the stove.

He deliberately stepped harder to make his footsteps louder.

"Hello, comrade!"

Hearing He Yuzhu's call, Cheng Tianxiang stopped what he was doing, turned around and looked at He Yuzhu.

He thought He Yuzhu was a new employee, and he conveyed the leader's instructions with a bit of confusion on his face.

"Hello, young comrade. Do the leaders have any instructions?"

He Yuzhu knew he had misunderstood and waved his hand: "Comrade, I am He Yuzhu. I am here to cook for the leader today."

When Cheng Tianxiang heard him say his name, he suddenly realized something, took a step forward, and extended his hand enthusiastically.

"Oh, it's you! I'm the chief's chef, you can just call me Old Cheng."

Cheng Tianxiang had been informed before that a chef would arrive today to cook for the leaders.

I think that those who can come here to cook are all highly skilled chefs and not too young.

Seeing that He Yuzhu looked young and youthful, he just thought of him as a staff member who came by to listen, and did not connect him with this matter.

He Yuzhu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he had been notified, and held his hands tightly with both hands: "Master Cheng, hello. I am sorry to bother you this time."

Cheng Tianxiang nodded and looked at the overly young He Yuzhu in front of him, feeling a little worried about his craftsmanship.

He let go of his hand and asked directly: "Comrade He, I wonder where you learned your master from?"

He Yuzhu saw the worry on his face, and solemnly replied with a folded hand: "My family has handed down Shandong cuisine and Tan cuisine.

A few years ago, I studied Sichuan cuisine under my master Wu Zhaoxiong. In the past few years in Harbin, I have learned a little about other cuisines.

When Cheng Tianxiang heard Wu Zhaoxiong's name, he nodded slightly. Since coming to Sijiucheng from Tianjin, he had indeed been to Emei Restaurant.

He has tasted Wu Zhaoxiong's cooking skills and is very impressed with his Sichuan cuisine. He truly deserves the title of Sichuan chef.

Without twos and threes, how would you dare to go to Liangshan?

Cheng Tianxiang raised his eyebrows and asked directly: "Comrade He, what dishes do you plan to cook today?"

He Yuzhu saw that he was testing him, so he smiled at him and said, "Master Cheng, what ingredients do you have now?"

A trace of apology flashed across Cheng Tianxiang's face. He quickly turned sideways, stretched out his hand, and pointed at the table: "Look at my memory. Take a look."

He Yuzhu looked around and saw half a chicken, a piece of meat, two pieces of tofu, and two seasonal vegetables on the table.

The piece of meat was not very big. He smelled the fragrance and thought it was half of the braised pork, and this was the remaining part.

Seeing that he frowned slightly, Cheng Tianxiang explained, "This is specially prepared for today. Usually there is only one meat dish."

He Yuzhu scratched his head. He knew that the old man lived a frugal life, but he didn't expect him to be so simple and unpretentious.

He hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Cheng Tianxiang: "Master Cheng, do you have any ham? Make some chicken soup to make Wensi tofu, and some stir-fried meat."

The stir-fried pork is indeed suitable for the taste of the elderly, and He Yuzhu's style is not empty talk, so there is nothing to worry about this dish.

Kewensi tofu requires high skills from the chef and is also a Huaiyang dish.

Cheng Tianxiang's eyes showed worry, fearing that He Yuzhu's cooking skills were not up to par, so he frowned and looked at him: "Wensi tofu?"

Seeing that he was worried, He Yuzhu chuckled and said, "Okay, how about I cut half a piece of tofu first. It can still be eaten even if it's broken."

Seeing that he was confident, Cheng Tianxiang nodded in agreement and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation.

Nowadays, there is no other processing technology for making tofu, and all tofu is made using traditional methods.

If you can cut the tofu into shreds, the dish is half done.

He Yuzhu walked to the counter, reached out to take the kitchen knife, and weighed it in his hand.

With his other hand, he scooped a piece of tofu from the wooden basin, cut it in half, leaving only a small piece in his hand, and used a knife to cut off the old skin of the tofu.

He Yuzhu used his super control and the experience in his mind to start cutting tofu shreds.

The knife flashed, and the chopping board made a delicate sound, all in one go.

He put the cut tofu shreds into a bowl of water beside him, put down the kitchen knife, and turned sideways to ask Cheng Tianxiang to check the result.

An expert will know if there is one as soon as he takes action.

Cheng Tianxiang knew the result from watching from the side, and shook his head: "The disciple is really better than the master!"

Seeing that he had already recognized it, He Yuzhu raised the corners of his mouth and bowed his hands to thank him: "Thank you!"

"Okay, let's start preparing! I'll get you some ham, black fungus, and bamboo shoots. We should be there in time."

Cheng Tianxiang said, looking at the scroll that He Yuzhu had placed aside, "Come with me to the lounge next to you, and I'll get you an apron."

"Okay, thank you very much!"

At dusk, in the north house of the courtyard.

The curtains in front of the window were drawn, and the room was very dark. The figure lying on the bed turned over and slowly opened his eyes.

The old man slowly came to his senses, sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, reaching out to grope for the light cord in the darkness.

As the cord was pulled, the bulb emitted light, illuminating the entire room.

The old man then sat down beside the bed, picked up the watch on the bedside, and saw that it was six o'clock: "Oh no, I overslept."

The attendant outside the room noticed the noise, picked up a kettle and knocked on the door.

"come in!"

The old man was wearing pajamas and walked from the bed to the door.

He looked at the attendant who was squeezing toothpaste and preparing water for washing his face, and joked: "Xiaotian, why are you still knocking on the door? I can't control you with my words."

Xiaotian kept moving his hands, looked up and smiled, "Old man, you taught us to be polite. Knocking on the door is my courtesy."

The old man took the cup and couldn't help laughing: "Not bad, Xiaotian, you know how to use my words to shut me up."

Oda chuckled and stepped aside.

After the old man finished washing, Xiaotian picked up the basin and was about to go out.

"Xiaotian, Shukang and the others haven't left yet, right? I overslept." The old man called him and asked.

Hearing this, Xiaotian turned around and replied with a smile: "No, you can sleep a little longer, and everyone will be happy."

The old man laughed when he heard what Xiaotian said and pointed at Xiaotian: "You are going to become a flatterer! Haha!"

Oda was very happy to see that the old man was in good spirits.

"Please take a rest first. I will go and inform Mr. Wu and the others. Master Cheng's dinner should be ready by now."

The old man nodded gently and waved his hand: "Go ahead! Please invite them all over, so we can have a meal together."

Oda nodded in agreement, turned and walked out of the room.