Siheyuan: Starting with one acre and three fen of land

The cold wind blew through the alley, shaking off the remaining snow on the branches. Last night's fine falling snow seemed to add a bit of chill.

Chen Xueru carefully adjusted the scarf for He Yuzhu and looked at the neatly dressed He Yuzhu with a gentle light in her eyes.

He Yuzhu held her slightly cold hand with his backhand, passed the warmth of his palm to her, and chuckled.

"Xue Ru, stay at home. I'll be back in the afternoon and make you a delicious meal."

Chen Xueru was craving for delicious food, but now she had a poor appetite, which made her feel helpless, and complex emotions flashed in her eyes.

He Yushui was standing aside, and when she heard him say it was delicious, her eyes lit up.

She trotted forward, hugged He Yuzhu's arm, and asked coquettishly, "Brother, what delicious food are you going to make?"

He Yuzhu looked down at the rain, scratched her nose, and turned his gaze to Chen Xueru.

"Xue Ru, during the New Year in Harbin, how about the chicken stewed with mushrooms that you've been dreaming about?"

At this time, the ingredients in the chicken stewed with mushrooms are traditional ingredients. Hazel mushrooms are paired with flying dragons, which are delicious and nutritious.

Flying dragons have not yet become a second-level protected animal. He Yuzhu has raised a few pairs in the blessed land. Food is hard to come by, so he just keeps them as long as he can.

When talking about chicken stewed with mushrooms, Chen Xueru and Yu Shui couldn't help but think of the delicious taste and couldn't help swallowing.

"Great! Great! Brother, you really have a way."

He Yushui grabbed He Yuzhu's hand and jumped up. Before in Harbin, this dish could only be eaten during the Chinese New Year and other festivals.

Chen Xueru understood the difficulty. Now that she was not in Harbin, it was easier to get the hazel mushrooms. She could find a way to get the dry stuff.

There are no flying dragons near Sijiu City, so where can we get this?

"Brother Zhuzi, let's forget it! If we have hazel mushrooms, we can just stew the chicken."

When He Yushui heard this, she immediately looked at He Yuzhu nervously, fearing that he would agree, as their tastes were too different.

"Just watch me! Just wait and eat." He Yuzhu smiled heartily and promised solemnly.

"Xue Ru, I'm leaving first. You stay at home."

After saying that, he turned around and grabbed He Yushui, and changed the subject, "Come up and close the door!"

He Yushui immediately followed with cheers.

Chen Xueru stood at the door and watched the brother and sister pass through the hanging flower gate.

She touched her belly gently, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she turned back into the house.

He Yuzhu rode his bicycle, braving the biting cold wind, speeding through the streets, and finally arrived at the address Secretary Chen mentioned.

After a strict inspection by the sentry, he stopped in front of a small building.

In his eyes it was a simple little building, but in that era it was considered a very high-end residence.

He Yuzhu pushed his bicycle, walked to the door and rang the doorbell.

Soon, the serviceman came out of the house and opened the gate.

He Yuzhu looked at the unfamiliar attendant, stepped forward with a smile and introduced himself: "Hello, comrade, I am He Yuzhu, and I am here to cook for the leader today."

As he said this, he handed over his work ID.

The attendant took the ID, checked it carefully, and looked up at He Yuzhu: "Comrade He, hello! Who notified you to come?"

He Yuzhu was used to it and told the details of when Secretary Chen notified him.

The attendant nodded and handed the certificate back to him: "Comrade He, thank you for your understanding."

He Yuzhu put away his ID and waved his hand: "Hey! You're welcome. We are all comrades, and safety comes first."

The attendant smiled friendly and when he saw that He Yuzhu had parked his bicycle, he turned around and led the way.

Following the waiter's steps, the two of them turned into the kitchen one after the other.

"Director He, these are today's ingredients. Do you have any other requirements?" The waiter stood in front of the counter and asked, pointing at the vegetables on the table.

He Yuzhu nodded slightly and glanced over the ingredients. They all looked fresh and there were quite a few varieties.

After confirming that everything was correct, he turned around, looked at the attendant, took out a cigarette box from his pocket and handed him a cigarette.

"Comrade, no problem, the ingredients are all fresh."

When the attendant saw him offering a cigarette, he took it and responded with a smile: "Okay, feel free to contact me if you need anything."

He Yuzhu was a person that Secretary Chen had specifically instructed, and he must have a special position in the leader's heart. The attendant did not refuse this kindness.

After the attendant left, He Yuzhu quickly took off his backpack, took out the prepared sesame paste from the backpack, and walked to the counter.

He cleaned the knife and began to process the ingredients in an orderly manner, waiting to be notified to cook.

In the kitchen, the kitchen knife and the chopping board collided with each other, making a rhythmic "dong dong dong" sound.

He Yuzhu held the brewed tea in both hands, blew away the heat gently, savored it carefully, and enjoyed the leisure time.

A sound of footsteps was heard in the kitchen. He Yuzhu stopped drinking tea and turned around to look in the direction of the sound.

I saw a middle-aged woman walking in slowly, her eyes revealing a bit of scrutiny and curiosity.

Looking at the middle-aged woman who came in, He Yuzhu's eyes flashed with realization. It seemed that this was the leader's wife.

He put down the teacup, stood up, and greeted politely: "Hello, I'm He Yuzhu, I'm the chef today."

Chief Fang had already mentioned this to her, but she was still a little worried, so she came to the kitchen to take a look.

When the chief's wife saw that He Yuzhu was so young, she frowned slightly and looked at him suspiciously, but soon returned to normal.

She waved her hand and smiled faintly: "No need to call me Madam, just call me Sister Yuan."

Then he changed the subject and said firmly, "Comrade Xiao He, I see, you are not very old, right?"

He Yuzhu heard the doubt in her words, but of course he would not make a mistake. There was no need to leave a bad impression on others.

He kept smiling and said, "Sister Yuan, you have a good eye. I just turned 20 this year, but the cooking skills have been passed down to me for the third generation."

Listening to his serious introduction, Sister Yuan nodded without comment, turned her eyes to the counter, walked forward a few steps to the counter and started checking the ingredients.

She picked up the chopsticks and fiddled with the cut ingredients, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes.

The way these ingredients were handled was far better than anything her own chef could do, which made her have more confidence in He Yuzhu's skills.

Sister Yuan turned around and looked at He Yuzhu, her expression softening: "I don't know how to cook, but since Mr. Fang asked you to come, I'll leave it to you."

He Yuzhu brought all the seasonings with him and would not ask her for sesame paste or argue with her.

Hearing this, he smiled and said, "Sister Yuan, don't worry, you can taste it carefully later."

Seeing his confident look, Sister Yuan had more faith in his cooking skills. She smiled and said, "Okay! You go ahead and do your work. I'll be leaving first."

After saying that, she turned and left, leaving He Yuzhu in the kitchen.