Siheyuan: Five mouths waiting for food at the beginning

"Xiao Guo, sit down and eat together. There are not so many rules in my family."

"Boss, I won't go to the table. I'll just eat in the kitchen."

"It's okay. From now on, you can sit next to An Feng and treat it like your own home."

"That's right, Aunt Guo, you sit next to me."

"Auntie Guo, the food you cook is so delicious." said An Rong.

"An Rong, so many dishes can't stop you from eating." Zhao Shanhe said and winked at An Rong.

An Rong glanced at Qin Jingru and found that Qin Jingru didn't say anything, so he quickly lowered his head and ate the rice in the bowl.

"Xiao Guo, what cuisine do you specialize in?"

"Lu cuisine. My father is from the Lu cuisine lineage."

"Why does that idiot Zhu call your father 'Uncle Master'? I thought your father was also a Tan family chef."

"Who is Sha Zhu? I don't know him, but Tan's cuisine is official cuisine, the ingredients are high-end and it's more difficult to prepare.

Beijing cuisine is based on northern cuisine and incorporates flavors from all over the country. Although Beijing cuisine is not included in the eight major cuisines, it has been deeply influenced by Shandong cuisine, which is more in line with the tastes of northerners.”

"You don't know Sha Zhu, but do you know He Daqing?"

"I don't know him. My father should know him. Those who are somewhat famous in their circle know each other. I didn't formally become his disciple. I just learned a few tricks. My father didn't teach me the core knowledge, so I am not considered a member of their circle."

"I see"

In the evening, when Qin Jingru was washing Zhao Shanhe's feet, Zhao Shanhe asked, "Are you not angry today?"

"Why am I so angry? You mean An Rong? I'm not angry at all. Xiao Guo's cooking is indeed better than mine."

"But I've figured it out. You said I was annoying because I had to light the fire every day to cook. Now someone is doing it for me, and I can save effort. How great is that."

"It's good if you don't get angry. Anger can cause wrinkles. It's even better if you think it through. It's better to use the time you spend cleaning and cooking to do beauty and maintenance every day."

"Brother, do you dislike me for being old?"

Zhao Shanhe bent down and pinched Qin Jingru's face. "It's true that she's not as pretty as she was when she first got married. I can bear to look at her if I don't look at her, but if I do, I won't have nightmares."

"Brother, you are so bad. Are you as bad as you say?"

"Your hairstyle doesn't look good. It makes you look old. You should change your hairstyle later."

"Brother, I just got big wavy hair. This is popular now. I think it looks pretty good."

"Your face shape is not suitable for this. I think you would look better with a short haircut, but not too short, just at chin level. It will make you look girly and younger."

"Okay, since you like it, I'll get it cut after the first month of the year."

"Why do we have to wait until the first month of the lunar year?"

"Don't cut your hair in the first month of the year."

"It's a different era now, it's not taboo, the barbershop is open, let's go get a haircut tomorrow."

"At least after fifteen."

"The kids are about to start school, so I'll take them to get their hair cut tomorrow."

"Okay, if anything bad happens, don't blame me for cutting your hair in the first month of the year."

"Okay, okay, I don't blame you. If anything goes wrong, it has nothing to do with cutting hair."

The next day, when Zhao Shanhe returned home, he found that the whole family had cut their hair, and An Rong and Qin Jingru even had the same hairstyle.

"An Rong, why did you cut your hair short too?"

"Mom cut it first. After she finished, I thought it looked good, so I followed her. Dad, how about it, do I look good?"

"An Rong, are you asking about your hairstyle? Or are you asking if you look good?"

"Everyone is asking, Dad, tell me quickly."

"Nice hair style"

"Where is that person?"

"She's even prettier. People say a daughter takes after her father. I'm so handsome, so my daughter must be pretty. If I deny you, I'm denying you."

"Dad, why are you so narcissistic? Are you praising me or yourself?"

"Of course I'm praising you. Who is prettier than my precious daughter? Otherwise, don't get married in the future, or Daddy will cry to death."

"Okay, then I won't get married. Dad, you will support me for the rest of my life."

"Okay, Dad will always support you."

Looking at such a lovely daughter, Zhao Shanhe couldn't bear to think that he would cry to death if An Rong got married in the future.

"Is the money enough? If not, Dad will give it to you."

"Enough to spend. I received a lot of New Year's money."

"Dad, I don't have enough to spend, and my sister doesn't want it. How about you give me some?" An Huan came over and said

"Boys should be raised in poverty to develop the ability to be independent so that they can stand on their own in the future."

"Besides, you drink and go out all the time, no matter how much pocket money you have, it won't be enough for you to make."

"Dad, what was that word you said? Yes, double standards. You are too double-standard. Besides, I only drank once, and it was Uncle Xu who paid for it."

"You are so disrespectful. Jingru, An Huan's pocket money will be cut in half next month."

"Dad, no, school is about to start, and I have a lot of things to buy."

"Then I don't care. You're going to be an adult soon, and I'm going to start cultivating your ability to be independent."

"By the way, An Rong, didn't you say last year that you wanted to learn painting? I asked you to think about it, but how come I forgot about it? How are you thinking about it?"

"What painting? I never said I wanted to learn painting. I want to study hard and get into a good university."

An Rong figured it out. Learning to paint means sacrificing her weekends. She only has one day off a week, so she still needs to rest.

"You are so short-lived that you forget what you just said. Don't regret it. I won't care if you mention painting again in the future."

"Dad, you promised to support me for the rest of my life, why would I regret it?"

After dinner, Zhao Shanhe called Xiao Guo to the study room and asked, "How is it, have you guys come to an agreement?"

"Boss, we have discussed it and are willing to work in your company. Thank you for your help."

"Which company do you want to go to?"

"Leader, we will follow your arrangements."

"Is your husband literate?"

"I can read, but I didn't graduate from junior high school. I was sent here to learn cooking. You know what happened next, leader."

"So you want to find a job that's a little more leisurely, or one that pays well. A high salary will definitely be more tiring, but it's definitely not as tiring as blacksmithing."

"If you have a high salary, it doesn't matter if you work a little harder. You can save some money to buy a house for your son in the future."

"Why don't you go to a construction company, learn some engineering knowledge, and become a contractor in the future to earn more."

"Leader, I'll listen to you."

"Okay, wait a minute, I'll call Xu Damao and ask him to arrange for your husband to stay in Sijiu City."

A few minutes later, Zhao Shanhe finished his call to Xu Damao and gave him a small note, "After the 15th, go to this address to find a man named Xu Damao. He is the boss of my construction company. I have already arranged for him. His salary will definitely be much higher than it is now."

"Thank you, leader"

In the evening, Zhao Shanhe said, "Wife, I told you that you look good with short hair. I am moved by it..."