The Dog King of Siheyuan Tears and Rebirth

Yi Zhonghai waited until the evening, but He Yuzhu still didn't come back. He was so angry that he cursed in his heart. Finally, he could only go to Liu Haizhong and Yan Fugui. There was no other way. The funeral had to go on tomorrow. He couldn't just stop it because He Yuzhu wasn't there, right?

After finding the two uncles, Yi Zhonghai expressed his idea that he wanted to ask three aunts to be the chefs tomorrow. Although their cooking skills were not as good as He Yuzhu's, there was nothing he could do about it.

So, the next day, which happened to be Sunday, the neighbors in the courtyard helped together and finally managed to hold Jia Dongxu's funeral. Although the banquet was a bit poor, there were orphans and widows in the room, so the people who came to the banquet didn't care too much.

It was not until the afternoon that Jia Dongxu was finally laid to rest.

After the funeral, everyone dragged their tired bodies back home to rest.

As for Yi Zhonghai, after the funeral, he went to He Yuzhu's door again, but it was still locked.

At this time, he could no longer suppress his anger. When he got home, he cursed, "This idiot Zhu is such a jerk. He was not here when such a big thing happened in the Jia family? I even suspect that he did it on purpose."

"Old Yi, I told you a long time ago that Zhuzi has changed, but you just refused to believe it. Can't you see the changes in the old lady? I think that was what Zhuzi taught her." The aunt analyzed.

"I know. The reason why Zhuzi changed is that he wants to find a wife. Now he already has a ready-made wife. Is there any need for him to change? Okay, I'm just complaining. I'll ask him where he went when he comes back!" Yi Zhonghai said.

In fact, he also felt that something was wrong, but his mind was now filled with his plan, his new retirement plan, and He Yuzhu was an indispensable part of this plan, so he didn't believe it, and didn't want to believe it.

And what about He Yuzhu? Since leaving the courtyard that day, he came to the home of his former Sichuan cuisine master Peng Wangkun. He remembered that since He Daqing left, he hated everyone who had a relationship with He Daqing, including his master. So, after returning from He Daqing, he left his master without saying anything.

Later, Peng Wangkun came to see him several times, but he always ignored him and would rather pick up garbage to eat than go back to work with his master.

Peng Wangkun knew that once his disciple made up his mind, no one could change his mind, so he had no choice but to give up.

From then on, He Yuzhu never went to his master again, and Peng Wangkun never came to see He Yuzhu again.

It was not until this time that He Yuzhu took the initiative to come to his house and kneel down to admit his mistake, telling him that he was also instigated by the villain at that time, and that He Daqing's departure was too much of a blow to him, so he did that out of confusion and sadness.

Seeing that He Yuzhu sincerely admitted his mistake, Peng Wangkun forgave He Yuzhu and returned to the past. Even after this temporary separation, the relationship between the two sides became even closer.

These days, He Yuzhu waits until after ten o'clock during the day to go to work, and stays until the workers get off work in the afternoon. During this time, he never leaves the kitchen to go to his master's house.

As soon as he returned to his master's house, he cooked for his master in various ways, saying that he wanted him to give him some advice.

That afternoon, He Yuzhu came to his master's house again, carrying a large pile of vegetables.

"Zhu Zi, you are served with delicious food and wine every day. Can the money in your pocket withstand such a spending? Come on! Master also knows your filial piety. Can we stop for a while?" Peng Wangkun said.

"Haha, Master, I'm asking you to try my cooking skills. We've almost finished trying out all the Sichuan cuisine with this meal today. I won't try it tomorrow. I'll go home first. If I don't go back, someone will probably call the police." He Yuzhu said with a smile.

"You! I don't know what you are doing. Okay, I'll ask you to serve me again today. But to be honest, your level is no worse than mine! It seems that you have never lost the skills I taught you all these years. I am very happy!" Peng Wangkun said with relief.

"Hehe, how could that be? I'm still far behind you. For example, the two dishes I usually cook today are not very delicious." He Yuzhu said.

"Haha, you are trying to save face for your master. I don't know when you became so cunning. Go and do it!" Peng Wangkun smiled with relief.

A night without words...

The next day He Yuzhu no longer hid. He knew that Jia Dongxu's funeral was over, so he showed up in the factory in a swagger.

After He Yuzhu appeared in the factory, Yi Zhonghai quickly received the news. Fearing that He Yuzhu would disappear again, Yi Zhonghai rushed to the kitchen without stopping after receiving the news.

"Zhuzi, Zhuzi, where have you been? I've been looking for you for the past few days!" Just when He Yuzhu was teaching Ma Hua how to cook a big pot dish, Yi Zhonghai came running in, shouting.

Seeing He Yuzhu there, Yi Zhonghai was so excited that he almost shed tears of excitement.

"Zhu Zi, he ran so fast that I couldn't stop him!" Liu Lan said as she ran in following Yi Zhonghai.

"Haha, it's okay. This is an uncle from our compound, Master Yi. He must have something to ask me. There's no need to stop him, right, uncle?" He Yuzhu said with a smile.

"Yes, I am an old man in our courtyard, and I want to talk to Zhuzi about something." Yi Zhonghai echoed.

"Okay, you guys go and get busy. I'll talk to Master Yi." He Yuzhu said.

After everyone left, Yi Zhonghai's face immediately darkened, with an expression of an elder scolding a younger generation, "Zhu Zi, where have you been? Don't you know what happened to the Jia family? Do you know how hard I have been looking for you?..."

"Uncle, the factory director sent me out on a mission. Do I have to report this to you? I know Jia Dongxu is dead, but just because he is dead, can't I go out? What you said doesn't make sense. What's the matter? Jia Dongxu is the emperor! Do we common people have to mourn for him after his death? Really." He Yuzhu also pretended to be angry and said.

"Hey, that's not what I meant. Your brother Jia died and we didn't find a chef! I was anxious too." Yi Zhonghai said angrily. He also found that he was a little anxious.

"What? Jia Dongxu hasn't been buried yet? I heard that he has been dead for several days. Aren't you afraid that he will stink if he is not buried for such a long time?" He Yuzhu asked in surprise.

"No, it was buried yesterday." Yi Zhonghai said.

"It's good that it's buried. I was scared to death, you old man, do you have anything else to talk to me about? If not, I have something else to do. I have a treat at noon today, so I won't keep you here."

"Ah! It's okay. Zhuzi, will you go back at night?" Yi Zhonghai asked again.

"Go back! Why not? That's my home. Where else can I go if I don't go back?" He Yuzhu replied unhappily.

"It's okay, I'm just asking. Just go back, just go back. Go ahead and do your work. I can't be away for too long."

After saying that, Yi Zhonghai hurriedly left the kitchen and walked towards the workshop.

After leaving the house, Yi Zhonghai felt something was wrong. "Why do I seem to have said everything, and yet I seem to have said nothing? Oh, never mind, I'll talk about it when I get home tonight!"

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