Siheyuan: Cooking journey

Unconsciously, I wanted to raise my hand and rub my face.

Then, I felt a hand touching my cheek. It seemed as if my face had really grown several sizes bigger. I was stunned for a moment.

He raised his hands tremblingly, stared with wide eyes, and subconsciously lifted his feet. His heart was filled with excitement and his blood was boiling.

After being beaten by Sha Zhu, his hands were already numb, but now they have miraculously regained consciousness.

God really has a good will, which makes me feel happy.

It seems that I, Liu Haizhong, am destined to make great strides and strive to be the best in this tide of the times.

Imagining the future scene of being surrounded by people and being the center of attention, my bangs felt boiling with excitement that I could hardly contain myself.

Suddenly I felt that my trouser legs seemed a little wet.

In the bangs...

Standing on the east side of the backyard, looking up at the sky, I felt mixed emotions.

He Yuzhu's mood became inexplicably complicated.

Just as I was about to go back to the house, I happened to see an old lady wiping her tears and coming out of the old lady's yard.

He Yuzhu frowned slightly and wanted to find out what happened, but when he saw the old lady evading the question, he gave up.

If something big really happened, since we live in the same yard, we will hear about it sooner or later.

When I got home, Yu Li was gone.

The room was clean and tidy.

He Yuzhu felt quite relieved. It was worthwhile to have this apprentice. He could ask her to come often in the future to help take care of the family.

I simply cooked some noodles for dinner and ate a few bites.

He Yuzhu didn't know what to do for a moment. He held the feather duster in his hand, his mind blank.

"Pillar……"

An old man knocked on the door and came in with a serious look on his face.

"I heard about your divorce. Was it because you and Ezi didn't have a child, or was there another reason?"

He Yuzhu was absent-minded for a moment, staring at the feather duster in his hand with lowered brows.

The uncle glanced at him and his tone became stern:

"If it's something else, I don't understand and I have nothing to say, but if it's because we don't have children, we can't do such a heartless thing."

There was silence in the room. No answer seemed to be an answer as well.

The old man stared at him for a while, and seemed to understand something, and couldn't help but sigh:

"You know the details yourself, don't forget the kindness they showed you."

After a while, the uncle said slowly with hesitation on his face:

"Yan Jiefang and Liu Guangtian are both from the same courtyard as us, and you know them well. They did something wrong in the heat of the moment. For the sake of our neighbors, could you please help speak a word to them and let them learn a lesson? Please show some mercy."

He Yuzhu's eyes were still fixed on the feather duster, and his tone was calm:

"Uncle, do you know what a sword is?

“In ancient times, swords could be worn by gentlemen and enjoyed by others.

“But don’t forget, a sword has two edges, and the tip of the sword is sharp. It can hurt people either way. It is a sharp weapon.

“The sword is indeed beautiful when it is placed there;

“But if someone insists on testing the sword with his own body, and expects the sword to forgive him after getting hurt, is that possible?

“The sword has no feelings, no consciousness;

“It’s not that the sword-wielder wants to hurt anyone;

“Someone hit the sword himself, and he will bear the consequences at his own risk. The harder he hits, the deeper the damage.

“If the sword is not held in your hand, even if you want to deflect the blade slightly to reduce the damage, it is impossible;

“The question now is not whether I am willing to help;

“Rather, they offended the public outrage;

"There are thousands of people working in the steel mill, and every one of them has their own treasures. Even the deputy director dared to spread rumors and slander, not to mention the ordinary workers. Everyone is in danger.

"The cost of spreading rumors and slander is too low, it's just a matter of talking;

“But the consequences are disastrous;

“Whether they acted impulsively or recklessly, it was done and that is the fact;

“If they can get away with it today, someone else might follow their example in the future;

"How many people may be implicated by this? The entire steel plant and the interests of all workers will be harmed, so we cannot let them go."

The old man opened his mouth, sighed, said nothing more, and turned away.

The room fell silent again.

He Yuzhu looked at the feather duster in confusion, as if he had forgotten why he picked up this so-called "sword".

………………

The lights in the front yard of Yan's house were bright.

"This is the situation. The situation has gotten out of hand and there's nothing Zhuzi can do..." the old man said briefly.

The three aunts were extremely anxious: "How could this happen? We lost our jobs just like that!"

The third uncle's face was pale, he slumped in his chair, his voice trembling:

"Losing my job is not a big deal..."

"Boss, what do you mean by that?"

The three aunts asked in horror: "What happened? Don't scare me..."

The old man looked at them and shook his head, full of helplessness.

Although the sword has no intention to hurt people, people have the intention to hurt others.

You reap what you sow.

………………

The night is extremely quiet.

He Yuzhu was flipping through the pages of the book, but he couldn't quite understand the meaning.

"Brother, you haven't slept yet?"

He Yushui saw that the door was open and the light was shining through, so she walked into the room.

After looking around and not seeing Lou Xiao'e, he asked, "Where's my sister-in-law?"

"I went back to my mother's home." He Yuzhu answered casually in a calm tone.

"There's still some noodles left. Eat them when you're hungry."

"Yeah, I just ate something on the street. Now that you mention it, I'm actually a little hungry."

He Yushui thought Lou Xiao'e had gone to the backyard, so he looked at the noodles on the table without thinking too much. He sat down without any hesitation, tasted a few mouthfuls, frowned, and said in a depressed mood, "Brother, I don't want to work in the street anymore."

"are you tired?"

He Yuzhu glanced at his sister.

Recently, the number of staff in the street has increased sharply and the work arrangements are heavy. He Yushui is busy until late at night every day and can only go home. The brother and sister have not been able to have dinner together for a long time.

"It's not that I'm tired, I just don't want to do it anymore."

He Yushui lowered his head, his tone heavy.

He Yuzhu looked at her and sighed secretly in his heart.

The work on the street is indeed good and easy, and for He Yushui, it doesn’t have any big impact.

That's right, I kind of neglected her kindness.

There were some things that she could help with, but she just couldn't do anything. At that time, she felt like a huge rock was pressing down on her heart, and she couldn't get over it.

But when it comes to actually doing it, it becomes another burden, a heavy one.

"Well, I'll ask someone to get you a transfer notice tomorrow, and you'll go to the canteen of the steel mill and do the clerical and statistical work I mentioned to you earlier."

He Yuzhu thought about it for a while and decided that it would be safer to keep his sister by his side.

From the street to the steel mill, the procedure is not complicated, just inform Director Yang and arrange the transfer.

However, under normal circumstances, people want to be transferred out of the steel mill. Unless they are officials in power, such requests are very rare. This is the first time in history.

"Uh-huh."

A smile appeared on He Yushui's face, and curiosity shone in her eyes.

"I remember my sister-in-law was in charge of the statistics. If I go there, what will she do?"