Siheyuan: Starting with one acre and three fen of land

"Dingling bell~"

When the morning bell rang, He Yuzhu wrapped her scarf tightly and followed the crowd like a small boat sailing through the rush of people going to work.

Last night he handed the film to Tang Mingping and asked him to develop the photos as soon as possible and report them together with other investigation results.

As for what would happen to Xie Xingsong's wife and children who were implicated and what their future fate would be, that was not taken into consideration.

To enjoy the benefits, you must also bear the risks and costs that come with it.

Do you think that after eating far more meat than is normal, having no doubts about it, accepting it with peace of mind, you have the right to complain?

Following the flow of people, He Yuzhu pedaled his bicycle and stopped steadily next to the guard post in front of the unit’s gate with skillful movements.

At this moment, colleagues who were getting ready for work in front of the gate were looking at this scene out of curiosity or habit.

After all, they knew very well what kind of person Grandpa Zeng was, and the situation before them had never happened before.

He Yuzhu took out a lunch box from his backpack, handed it in through the window, reached out to pull down his scarf, and smiled.

"Uncle, tomorrow is the beginning of winter. My family made some dumplings yesterday, and I brought some for you to try!"

Uncle Zeng's eyes swept through the crowd and finally fell on He Yuzhu.

He took the lunch box and weighed it gently, a hint of barely perceptible surprise flashing in his eyes.

"You really don't know how to be frugal. The dumplings in this lunch box are quite heavy. Do you have enough flour at home?"

He Yuzhu sensed the care in his words and waved his hand with a smile: "Master, don't worry. I'm a cook, how can I be short of food?"

Even if the area of ​​the land for planting is not large and you can't have mountains of rice and trees, you can still achieve dietary freedom by just sprinkling some water.

Seeing that he looked serious and didn't seem to be joking, Uncle Zeng nodded slightly and put the lunch box away from the table.

However, a ripple arose in his heart. He always felt guilty for accepting He Yuzhu's kindness and was thinking about returning the favor.

"Zhu Zi, my eldest brother will be able to come back to visit relatives before the New Year. When the time comes, you can bring a few of your family members to our house to have some fun together."

Uncle Zeng got married before the regulations of the 285th Regiment, and the couple originally had two sons and one daughter.

The youngest son disappeared during a raid when he was a child, leaving the eldest son and the youngest daughter at home.

The eldest son is now in the Southwest Military Region and rarely returns to Beijing. The daughter is older than Yu Shui and is in junior high school.

He Yuzhu smiled brightly when he heard his invitation: "Okay! I'll cook for you then."

Thinking of his cooking skills, Uncle Zeng couldn't help but grin, his eyes gleaming with anticipation: "Okay, I'll let you know when the date is confirmed."

He Yuzhu bowed and said goodbye: "Okay, sir, I'll go in first. I still have to work in the kitchen today."

After saying that, he turned around and pushed the cart into the unit gate.

Grandpa Zeng looked at his back and felt even more favorable towards the young man.

He Yuzhu went to the office first, made some tea for himself, and then walked calmly to the kitchen.

As you step into the steaming kitchen, you are greeted by a busy and orderly atmosphere.

Colleagues in the kitchen looked up and greeted us with smiles on their faces.

"Director, you are here!"

"Morning, Director!"

He Yuzhu nodded in response as he walked, with a smile on his face.

The equality in his bones was cultivated in his previous life. It seemed natural and made people feel like spring breeze.

Since he set the rules when he took office, he has not only managed the restaurant well, but also won the hearts of the people with his superb cooking skills and friendly attitude.

It is rare to find a leader who is a great cook, kind to others, and doesn't bully others.

Coming to the stove, He Yuzhu quickly scanned the neatly arranged ingredients and sauces with his sharp eyes, and nodded with satisfaction.

At this time, Mai Fu stepped forward and greeted respectfully: "Director, you are here. Everything is ready. Please come in."

Mai Fuxian originally wanted to leave quietly so as not to disturb He Yuzhu's work.

During this period, He Yuzhu took action personally and had no intention of letting others watch.

He came here on shift today and was tactful enough not to be accused of stealing someone's skills.

He Yuzhu turned his gaze towards him, a hint of smile flashed in his eyes, and stopped Mai Fuxian who was about to leave: "Master Mai, don't be in such a hurry to leave."

Mai Fuxian was stunned when he heard this, and looked at He Yuzhu with a puzzled look on his face: "Director, do you have any other instructions?"

He Yuzhu smiled even more, pointed at the stove, and said in a gentle but firm tone: "Master Mai, I will teach you this trick today."

"What?" When Mai Fuxian heard this, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

"I said that you will be responsible for this matter from now on, and I will not come to the kitchen to help out."

He Yuzhu was very satisfied with his genuine reaction and repeated it.

Like most craftsmen today, Mai Fuxian still has the old way of thinking in his mind and will not easily teach these skills.

He Yuzhu knows that the key to the new pizza launched in the cafeteria is the sauce.

But he didn't expect that He Yuzhu would hand it over to him just after transferring to this class today. This challenged his traditional ideas.

He was stunned for a moment before he asked in a trembling voice, "Director, this...how can this be done?"

He Yuzhu waved his hand and interrupted him: “Master Mai, this is not important to me.

If you can draw inferences from one instance to another, that is your destiny. If we want to develop our culinary industry, we must first promote it, and not be afraid of this or that.

With more people, more talents will naturally emerge, and only in this way can our culinary skills be truly developed and flourish.”

When Mai Fuxian suddenly heard the new theory, he was shocked. His mind was in a mess and he didn't know how to respond for a moment.

He Yuzhu looked at Mai Fuxian who was standing there in a daze, shook his head, patted him on the shoulder gently, and signaled him to follow with his eyes.

Mai Fuxian finally woke up from his dream. Although he still had doubts in his heart, he followed with gratitude.

Although He Yuzhu's statement makes sense, it is indeed very disadvantageous from a personal selfish perspective.

After having a solid foundation, if the constraints of the external environment are lost, what one will face is crazy internal competition.

No matter how popular cooking skills are, reaching the top level requires talent.

When good cooking brings huge profits, it will become alienated and the top-notch stuff will only be passed on by word of mouth.

With a crisp "sizzle" sound, the ingredients are stir-fried in the hot oil, and the tempting aroma wafts into the air.

The sudden fragrance suddenly woke Mai Fuxian, who was immersed in his thoughts.

He looked up and saw He Yuzhu standing in front of the stove, wielding the spatula in his hand. Every movement was focused and skillful, and he was personally demonstrating the essence of it to him.

A flash of shock flashed across Mai Fuxian's eyes, but he quickly adjusted his state, widened his eyes, afraid of missing any details, and secretly memorized the key points in his mind.

He Yuzhu not only demonstrated to him, but also explained the timing and proportion of adding each seasoning.

Mai Fuxian’s cooking skills were not bad. He knew the key points and instantly understood everything. He quickly mastered the preparation of the sauce.

When it came to the last pot of sauce, He Yuzhu simply let Mai Fu start frying it first, and he gave instructions from the side.

This scene fell into the eyes of other chefs and kitchen helpers in the kitchen, and they all looked at them in surprise.

Although my heart is full of doubts, I am more looking forward to the future.

Perhaps, the next person to get guidance will be myself?

As a result, an unprecedented positive atmosphere permeated the kitchen, and everyone seemed to be inspired by an invisible force.