He Yuzhu returns in Siheyuan

The third aunt looked at Yan Bugui with a puzzled look on her face: "Why are you so angry?"

Yan Bugui glared at her fiercely and told her the whole story of He Yuzhu writing Spring Festival couplets, including the fact that he actually wrote Spring Festival couplets for the people in the Siheyuan for free.

The third aunt was also very angry after hearing this, but she was more puzzled. She frowned and muttered to herself: "He Yuzhu is obviously just a cook, how can he write? And his handwriting is so good! It's really hard to understand."

Many people in the courtyard didn’t know why He Yuzhu, who was a cook, could write such beautiful characters.

Ran Qiuye played at He Yuzhu's house for a while, and kept talking to Ma Xiuxiu and He Yushui, and didn't talk to He Yuzhu at all.

He Yuzhu sighed helplessly. He knew he couldn't escape this task, so he could only go to the kitchen and cook. Ran Qiuye stood aside. She was really embarrassed to eat at He Yuzhu's house, but she couldn't refuse Ma Xiuxiu's warm invitation. In the end, Ran Qiuye decided to stay and eat together.

Ran Qiuye knew that He Yuzhu's cooking skills were excellent, which was one of the reasons why she came to He's house. However, despite the delicious food, Ran Qiuye felt a little awkward and uncomfortable. After all, her feelings for He Yuzhu were still in a hazy stage, and this special atmosphere made her feel a little uneasy.

At the table, everyone ate in silence, and the occasional conversation seemed a little awkward. Ran Qiuye tried her best to remain polite and smile, but her heart was filled with mixed emotions. She didn't know how to face He Yuzhu or Ma Xiuxiu.

Ran Qiuye left after eating. After Ran Qiuye left, He Yushui and Ma Jianshe also left sensibly.

Ma Xiuxiu looked at He Yuzhu drinking tea leisurely there, a hint of curiosity flashed in her eyes, and said with a smile: "Brother Zhuzi, tell me what is the relationship between you and Teacher Ran Qiuye Ran." There was a hint of sarcasm in her tone, and she seemed to be very interested in this question.

When He Yuzhu heard what Ma Xiuxiu said, a look of embarrassment appeared on his face. He stammered, "Oh, there's nothing special about it. We just went on a blind date before." His voice was a little low, and he seemed reluctant to mention this experience.

After hearing He Yuzhu's answer, Ma Xiuxiu's eyes lit up and she asked, "Oh? Blind date? What happened next? Did you get together?" Her curiosity was completely aroused and she couldn't wait to know more details.

He Yuzhu sighed helplessly and continued, "Later... there was no further news." He shook his head gently, with a look of regret on his face.

Seeing this, Ma Xiuxiu couldn't help but laugh and said, "Haha, Brother Zhuzi, it turns out you have such a past! But it doesn't matter, I will definitely live a good life with you in the future." Ma Xiuxiu's words were full of encouragement and comfort.

He Yuzhu smiled and said: "Let's live a good life from now on."

Ma Xiuxiu poured a cup of tea for He Yuzhu: "Brother Zhuzi, tell me about you and Ran Qiuye, how did you two end up together?"

He Yuzhu looked at Ma Xiuxiu and told her everything that Yi Zhonghai and Qin Huairu had done at that time.

Ma Xiuxiu looked at He Yuzhu with distress in her eyes. She didn't expect that her brother Zhuzi had suffered so much in the courtyard: "Brother Zhuzi, you said that Qin Huairu's behavior was excusable, but why did Yi Zhonghai do this?"

He Yuzhu didn't say anything. After all, the past is the past: "Xiu Xiu, let's live a good life from now on. The past is over."

Ma Xiuxiu watched the smile on He Yuzhu's face gradually disappear. She knew that he didn't want to talk about this matter, so she stopped asking and just stayed with him silently. After a while, He Yuzhu suddenly stood up and said to Ma Xiuxiu, "I'll go out and help the neighbors write Spring Festival couplets." Then he hurriedly left home.

He Yuzhu came to the yard, set up the table and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and began to write the Spring Festival couplets carefully. His handwriting was very beautiful, and every stroke was full of power and charm.

The neighbors gathered around to watch and praised He Yuzhu's calligraphy. One of them smiled and said, "Zhuzi, your calligraphy is so good! It's better than the spring couplets sold outside!"

Another neighbor took out some candies and fruits and handed them to He Yuzhu to express his gratitude. But He Yuzhu smiled and refused the gifts, thinking that helping neighbors was his duty and he did not need any reward.

Although He Yuzhu does not accept gifts, his neighbors are still grateful.

You should know that when Yan Bugui was asked to write couplets in the past, he would ask for melon seeds and peanuts. If he was not given, he would either write it in a hesitant way or simply not write it.

But Yan Bugui is the most educated person in the hospital, so it's hard to say anything.

At night, He Yuzhu looked at his wife Ma Xiuxiu and said, "Xiuxiu, do you know who my benefactor is?"

Ma Xiuxiu shook her head, and He Yuzhu looked out the window: "He is a great leader. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be where I am today."

Ma Xiuxiu nodded: "Brother Zhuzi, you are really capable. You even know the big leaders."

He Yuzhu thought to himself that he would have to bring some gifts to visit the big boss tomorrow. He planned to cook a sumptuous meal for the big boss himself, which could be regarded as a way of thanking the big boss for taking care of him over the years. After all, who knows if there will be such an opportunity in the future?

Recalling the last time he went to meet the big boss, He Yuzhu was keenly aware that the boss's status seemed to have declined, but he knew that he was just a cook and it was not his turn to worry about such things. As a chef, he was more concerned about how to satisfy people's taste buds with delicious food and make them feel the beauty of life. As for politics and power struggles, that was not an area he was good at or should participate in.

He Yuzhu simply cleaned up, after all, all the dishes for tomorrow were ready: "Xiu Xiu, let's go to bed."

Ma Xiuxiu nodded, and He Yuzhu carried Ma Xiuxiu to the bed.

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Yan Bugui could only vent his anger on the flower pots in his own home. After all, he originally wanted He Yuzhu to have no status in the yard, but he didn't expect that because of a few couplets, he would have no status in the yard instead.

At this time, Yan Bugui looked at the third aunt and said, "I don't believe that He Yuzhu will tell anyone about Ran Qiuye. When the time comes, you can talk to Ma Xiuxiu about it. I want to see if their life will go on."

The three aunts nodded and said nothing.