Siheyuan: Being a fisherman in 1962

Sha Zhu walked through the bustling vegetable market, carrying an empty bamboo basket on his shoulder, with sharp eyes, as if searching for forgotten treasures.

The hustle and bustle of the market was like background music to him, and he was only focused on stopping at the pig offal stall.

Butcher Zhang looked at Sha Zhu, frowning slightly, and banged the butcher knife on the chopping board loudly: "Sha Zhu, you're buying on credit again? This is not a charity."

"Brother Zhang, I know you're in a difficult situation. But I promise that when my braised food business picks up, I will pay you back with interest."

"Okay, I'll trust you once more. But let me be frank with you. You won't get this kind of good luck next time."

Sha Zhu nodded gratefully and carefully took the pig offal handed to him by Butcher Zhang, as if he was holding a rare treasure.

This is not just about the daily necessities of life, but also the key to regaining his family's recognition and washing away the stigma of the past.

After returning to the shabby little house, Sha Zhu immediately got busy.

He handled the pig offal skillfully, taking every step carefully, as if he was carving a piece of work of art.

The fire is blazing, the broth is boiling, and the aroma is everywhere.

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door.

Sha Zhu's heart tightened. Could it be that those debt collectors came again?

He quickly hid the braised pork offal and opened the door, only to see a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

"You...you are really making braised food?" the man asked with a hint of surprise in his tone.

When Sha Zhu looked up, he saw that it was the middle-aged man in luxurious clothes.

He sneered in his heart, but his face remained calm: "Yeah, what, do you look down on my small business?"

The middle-aged man's face changed, and he was about to get angry, but suddenly he smelled an enticing fragrance, and a trace of greed flashed in his eyes.

"Hmph, don't think you can turn things around like this. But if your braised food is really that good, I might consider helping you." As the middle-aged man said this, he couldn't help but reach out to take the braised pig offal.

The fragrance drifted in the night wind, attracting the middle-aged man in luxurious clothes.

His eyes were full of greed and disdain, as if this small braised food stall was incompatible with his lofty world.

"Huh, is this what you call a comeback?" The middle-aged man glanced around with contempt, a sarcastic smile on his face.

Sha Zhu had no expression on his face. He just picked up a bamboo chopstick and picked up a piece of braised pork offal. He handed it to the middle-aged man and said, "Try it first."

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't resist the tempting aroma, so he took the pig offal and put it into his mouth.

At that moment, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, followed by deep intoxication.

The fragrance seemed to explode in his mouth, turning into a warm current that reached deep into his heart.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden noise outside the door.

Banggeng, Xiaodang and Xiaohuaihua walked into the room with disgust on their faces, and when they saw the pig offal in the middle-aged man's hand, they showed even more disgusted expressions.

"What is this? Why does it stink so much!" Bang Geng covered his nose and said with disgust.

Xiaodang and Xiaohuaihua also nodded in agreement, as if this small braised food stall was the most unclean thing in the world.

Qin Huairu followed him into the room, and her heart tightened when she saw this scene.

I know how much effort Sha Zhu has put into this braised food stall, and I also understand what it means to him.

So, she walked forward and gently patted Sha Zhu on the shoulder: "Don't bother with them. As long as you clean the pig intestines, you can make delicious braised pig intestines."

Sha Zhu smiled slightly, as if he didn't care about the children's dislike.

"See? This is my comeback. It may not be gorgeous or noble enough, but it has the most simple and unpretentious taste. You only use money and power to measure everything, but you will never taste the true meaning of it."

It was late at night. Qin Huairu and Sha Zhu stood side by side, holding bamboo baskets filled with washed pig offal, ready for a new day of braising.

The dim lights illuminated the determined faces of the two people, and their eyes were full of expectations and persistence for the future.

"I understand your intentions. Although these are just inconspicuous pig offal, in your hands, they will be transformed into something magical." Qin Huairu gently stroked the pig offal, as if comforting them for their past suffering, and whispered.

"Trust me, I can definitely turn these offal into delicious dishes that will impress everyone."

As the fire was lit, the broth began to boil and the aroma gradually spread.

Xiaodang, Xiaohuaihua and Banggeng were originally disgusted by the pig offal, but at this moment they were attracted by the fragrance and couldn't help but move closer.

"Mom, what's this smell? It smells so good!" Xiaodang couldn't help but ask.

Qin Huairu smiled slightly. She knew that this aroma was the result of Sha Zhu's hard work and sweat. She said softly, "This is the stewed food made by Uncle Sha Zhu. Although it looks inconspicuous, it tastes very good."

When Banggeng and Xiaohuahua heard this, a hint of curiosity and anticipation flashed in their eyes.

Sitting around the fire and watching the boiling broth, I felt an inexplicable excitement in my heart.

"These stewed foods can't be eaten casually. They can only be sold tomorrow."

The children were immediately disappointed when they heard this.

Seeing this, Qin Huairu gently pulled Sha Zhu's sleeve, signaling him not to be too harsh.

"Well, since you are all so curious, I will let you have a taste."

As he said this, he picked up the knife and started cutting the braised pork offal.

The aroma filled the air, attracting children to gather around.

Sha Zhu distributed the cut braised food to the children, and they couldn't wait to taste it.

The small house in the night seemed to have become a small stage. Shazhu and Qin Huairu were the protagonists on the stage, while Banggeng, Xiaodang and Xiaohuaihua became the audience.

Banggeng tasted the braised pig offal first, and his brows were furrowed at first, as if he was fighting against the fear and prejudice in his heart.

However, the rich aroma gradually spread in his mouth, turning into an irresistible delicacy.

My eyes gradually lit up, as if I had discovered the door to a new world.

"Mom, this...this is really delicious!" Bang Geng exclaimed in surprise, with disbelief in his voice.

Seeing this, Xiaodang and Xiaohuaihua also tried to taste it, but they frowned and showed disgusted expressions.

"It's too fishy, ​​I don't want to eat this!" Xiao Dang pouted and said with disgust.

Xiao Huaihua also nodded repeatedly to show her agreement.

This is not just about whether a dish is accepted or not, but also about the children's attitude towards Shazhu's efforts.

"Don't worry, they are still young and don't understand the hard work and deliciousness involved."

"It doesn't matter. There will always be someone who appreciates it."

Just then, there was a noise outside the door.

The middle-aged man in luxurious clothes walked in aggressively with several of his men.

"You idiot, how dare you lie to me!" the middle-aged man shouted, his eyes full of anger.

Sha Zhu's heart tightened. Could it be that he tasted something wrong?

He secretly clenched his fists, preparing for a storm.