Siheyuan: Being a fisherman in 1962

However, at this moment, Bang Geng stood up and said, "Uncle, you can't say that. This pig intestine is really delicious. It's the most delicious thing I have ever eaten!"

The middle-aged man was stunned, turned his head to look at the braised food on the table, and took a step forward calmly.

Qin Huairu took the opportunity to step forward and explained softly: "Sir, maybe you didn't think highly of this stewed food at first, but please believe that this is really the delicacy that Sha Zhu made with all his heart. He did it not only for a living, but also to win the recognition of his family and wash away the stigma of the past."

The elegant middle-aged man originally came with anger, but after Bang Geng's strong recommendation and Qin Huairu's sincere explanation, his eyes gradually became complicated.

He walked slowly to the table, his eyes lingering on the plates of tempting braised food.

The fragrance seemed to have magical power, soothing the anger in his heart bit by bit.

He raised his hand, hesitantly picked up a piece of braised pork offal and put it into his mouth.

At that moment, his eyes suddenly lit up.

The taste was even better than he had imagined.

The rich yet delicate taste seemed to have a kind of magic that made him intoxicated.

"This..." The middle-aged man was stunned. He couldn't believe that this inconspicuous pig offal could be made into such delicious food.

Qin Huairu breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this.

The trust was not in vain.

And Sha Zhu, at this moment, felt an unprecedented sense of accomplishment.

However, this does not mean that all problems have been solved.

The middle-aged man's misunderstanding is just a small challenge they face.

There is a bigger question bothering Sha Zhu in his heart - should he make a sign to prove his identity as the successor of Tan's cuisine?

The reputation of Tan’s cuisine has been damaged by its own mistakes.

But he also believes that as long as he works hard, he will be able to win back people's trust one day.

Qin Huairu saw his hesitation and gently held his hand: "You know what? Whether there is a sign or not, as long as you work hard, people will always see your efforts."

Sha Zhu looked at her, nodded, and decided to put his worries aside and concentrate on making his own braised food.

"Let's call it 'Zhuzi Braised Food'," he said with a smile, "so that people will know that this is the delicacy I made with my heart."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man also smiled approvingly.

I originally thought that Sha Zhu was just an ordinary chef, but I didn't expect that his understanding of food was so profound that he could even turn the humble pig offal into something magical.

"Are you asleep?" Sha Zhu's voice broke the silence of the night.

Sha Zhu stood at the door with a rare serious look on his face: "Do you think I should hang a sign? After all, I am the successor of Tan's cuisine."

"You know what? Real food is not proven by its signboard. It is proven by the emotion and recognition in the hearts of everyone who has tasted it."

When Sha Zhu heard this, he seemed to understand something.

He nodded, turned and left, leaving Qin Huairu standing alone in the moonlight, her heart full of anticipation.

The next day, when the cock crowed at dawn, Sha Zhu got up early and started to get busy.

He prepared the braised food meticulously, paying extra attention to every step.

Qin Huairu looked at his back, feeling relieved.

However, just as they were about to set up their stall, there was a sudden noise outside the door.

The elegant middle-aged man from yesterday walked in with a group of well-dressed guests.

"Is this the delicacy you were talking about yesterday?" The middle-aged man pointed at the braised food on the table, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Yes, sir. This is the 'zhuzi stew' that I made with my heart."

"Okay! Then I'll try this 'braised pork stew'!"

He picked up a piece of braised pork offal and put it in his mouth. His eyes lit up immediately and he praised repeatedly: "It tastes good! It tastes really good!"

Seeing this, other guests also came forward to taste it.

Sha Zhu looked at this scene and felt relieved.

The hard work finally paid off.

Qin Huairu stood aside, looking at him with a smile on her face, her eyes full of pride and pride.

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

A group of well-dressed guests walked in, with expressions of disdain and sarcasm on their faces.

"I heard there's a guy named Shazhu here who makes delicious braised food?" one of the guests said provocatively.

Upon hearing this, Sha Zhu frowned.

He could see that these people had bad intentions, but he still replied politely: "Yes, I am Shazhu. I made all these stewed food myself."

"Oh? Then I'd like to try it." The customer said, and reached out to pick up the braised food.

However, his hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Looking at the braised dishes placed on the long benches, which were divided into two categories: vegetarian cold dishes and braised pork offal, the customers had no idea what to choose.

There were a constant stream of pedestrians on the street, and from time to time someone would stop and look at his stall curiously.

However, most people just took a quick glance and moved on.

Sha Zhu felt a little uncomfortable, as if he had become the center of everyone's attention.

At this moment, a worker passing by stopped and pointed at the braised food and said, "Can this pig offal be sold for money? What a joke!"

Before he finished speaking, he burst into laughter.

Sha Zhu's face suddenly turned red and he felt embarrassed.

He suppressed his unhappiness and stood silently in front of the stall, hoping that customers would come.

Time passed by minute by minute, but the stall remained deserted.

My mood gradually became depressed and I began to doubt whether my decision was correct.

Just then, there was a noise coming from the side.

Looking up, I saw a man of similar age selling breakfast.

There was a crowd of people in front of the stall, and the line even stretched to Sha Zhu's stall.

Sha Zhu couldn't help but feel a little envious, secretly wondering about the other party's secret to success.

The early morning sunshine shines on the streets, adding a bit of vitality to this ordinary day.

Sha Zhu stood in front of the stall, thinking that yesterday's glory seemed to be just a flash in the pan, and now he was once again in a situation where no one cared about him.

Not far away, the man selling breakfast was doing a booming business with customers coming in an endless stream.

Sha Zhu couldn't help but start to reflect, did he really choose the wrong path?

Whenever he thought of Qin Huairu's words of encouragement, his heart was filled with hope.

Just then, a middle-aged man passing by stopped and looked at Sha Zhu's stall curiously.

Upon seeing this, Sha Zhu immediately and enthusiastically introduced his own braised dishes.

The man just glanced at her calmly and turned away.

Sha Zhu's heart sank, but he did not give up.

As long as you persist, you will touch people's hearts one day.

At this moment, a passerby was dissatisfied because Sha Zhu's stall blocked the line and shouted: "Your stall is here, and we can't get through! Who wants to eat such greasy food in the morning!"

Upon hearing this, Sha Zhu felt awkward and quickly explained, "Sorry, I'll move now. How about I treat everyone to a free sample of my braised food?"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he was met with a burst of laughter.