Siheyuan: He Yuzhu is a man who dotes on his sister!

The second canteen of the steel rolling mill had limited kitchen hardware. He Yuzhu looked everywhere but couldn't find any special plates, so he had to make do with what he had.

Liu Lan walked into the reception room carrying dishes one by one, where Director Yang and Deputy Director Li were trying their best to please the guests from above.

Drinking glass after glass of wine, good words flowed endlessly.

Liu Lan placed a dish of nine-turn large intestine on the table. The customer recognized the dish at first sight and couldn't wait to pick up a piece to taste it. The taste was excellent, the large intestine was crisp and chewy, and it was well processed.

"The chef in your steel rolling mill has a variety of cooking skills, some of which have Shandong and Henan flavors." The guest said with a smile.

There were more than a dozen pieces of Nine-Turn Large Intestine, and the leader ate half of them at once. If Director Yang and Deputy Director Li didn't eat the rest, they would have to use steamed buns to dip in the soup.

Director Yang and Deputy Director Li have eaten countless delicious foods. Although they know that He Yuzhu is a good cook, he seems not very familiar with southern cuisine. For many years, he has either cooked Sichuan cuisine, Tan family cuisine, or Shandong and Henan cuisine. This is the first time.

And they also knew that this Nine-Turn Large Intestine was indeed a Shandong cuisine delicacy. As for the taste, they did not dare to comment easily because they had not tried it. However, seeing their leader praising it word by word, they put down their wine glasses and each picked up a piece to taste.

Beautiful, unique, and invincible.

It’s delicious, so delicious. If the leaders weren’t here, Director Yang and Deputy Director Li would have to dip their steamed buns in the soup, otherwise it would be a shame to eat such a great dish.

The last dish, braised lamb in brown sauce, was served to the table by Liu Lan. The leader smiled proudly. He couldn't say that he had eaten all the delicacies in the world, but almost all of them. He could be said to have tried all the eight major cuisines. But today, whether it was the nine-turn large intestine, the braised fish, or the braised pork, they were all unique and delicious.

After finishing the nine-turn large intestine, there were some leftovers from other dishes, but these two vegetarian dishes, the spicy and sour cabbage shreds and the dry-pot potato shreds, were almost all cleaned up.

The leader is very interested in meeting the chef today.

"Director Yang, can I meet the chef at your steel rolling mill?" the leader asked simply.

Director Yang and Deputy Director Li had no choice but to do something, so they immediately asked Liu Lan to call He Yuzhu over to meet the leader.

When He Yuzhu walked into the reception room, Director Yang introduced him: "Leader, this is He Yuzhu, Master He, and also the director of the second canteen of our steel rolling mill."

The leader stood up, stretched out his hand to shake hands with He Yuzhu, and praised: "Oh, young man, you are not simple. The dishes you made are very state banquet style. Where did you learn cooking skills?"

He Yuzhu smiled slightly, but he couldn't tell his leader that he had traveled through time and space, nor who his master was. He must have paid for his studies at the school.

State banquet style, this is indeed the case, because the school teacher is indeed a chef. I heard from other classmates that the teacher’s master was also a state banquet chef.

"Leader, as for chefs, it's better to have more diversity, as they can incorporate the advantages of many other cuisines. As for my master, he is my father." He Yuzhu said somewhat implicitly.

"Indeed, it's not good to have mixed skills, but cooking should absorb the advantages of other cuisines and integrate them together. Young man, you are really amazing. Today I have learned a lot. There are many masters among the people."

The leader took He Yuzhu to have a few drinks, but He Yuzhu also understood that it was just polite talk. A canteen director might not care at all. After all, there is a saying in the chef industry that although chefs make money, it is also a skill that serves people.

This is why, in the 21st century, private cuisine and Michelin chefs are all about getting rid of the public opinion of serving others and improving one's status, right?

After drinking a few glasses, He Yuzhu left the reception room and returned to the kitchen. As before, he packed various dishes into two lunch boxes and gave one to Liu Lan and one to Ma Hua.

Although Liu Lan didn't understand, although she and He Yuzhu were colleagues, the two did not have much in common.

He Yuzhu thought that Liu Lan was indeed well-informed. Now that he was the canteen director, he still needed to get some inside information. Obviously, Liu Lan was very suitable, and there were indeed a lot of leftover dishes.

Walking out of the second canteen, snowflakes were falling outside. He Yuzhu wrapped himself tightly in his cotton coat and left the steel mill.

The snowflakes were getting bigger and bigger, and by the time He Yuzhu walked back to the courtyard, the ground was already covered with white snow.

Since this is the old city, it would be a bit unreasonable not to have a mutton hotpot on a snowy day. He Yuzhu warmed his hands in the house for a while, then got up and went out to buy mutton slices.

In order to save trouble, He Yuzhu went to the hotel specifically to buy it, so as to avoid the need for various tickets. It is more cost-effective to buy it in the hotel, but the price is a little expensive.

Returning to the courtyard again, He Yuzhu looked at the heavy snow outside and was a little worried about He Yushui's safety. So he went out again and walked towards the textile factory to collect rainwater.

Just when I was halfway there, I met someone pushing a bicycle in the rain and snow.

"Rainwater." He Yuzhu shouted while jogging.

"Brother, why are you here?" Yu Shui was a little confused. She didn't expect that her brother would come to pick her up. It was an experience she had never had before.

He Yuzhu took off his gloves and put them on Yu Shui: "I'm afraid you'll be in danger. You can never let your guard down."

He Yushui's hands were red from the cold, so he put on gloves, sat on the back of the bicycle, and put his arms around He Yuzhu's waist. He Yuzhu rode the bicycle in front, and they returned to the courtyard steadily and safely.

Seeing the copper pot on the table, Yu Shui asked in surprise: "Brother, are we having shabu-shabu today?"

He Yuzhu was shivering from the cold and was warming himself by the fire: "Yes, isn't it time to eat hot pot on a snowy day? Wait until I warm up a bit, then we'll eat."

He Yuzhu is not the only one who wants to eat mutton hotpot in the snowy weather. Of course, not many people in the Siheyuan can afford to eat mutton hotpot, including Xu Damao's family, Yi Zhonghai's family, and Liu Haizhong. As for whether the latter two will eat it, no one knows, but Xu Damao will definitely eat it because of Lou Xiaoe.

In the middle courtyard, west wing, Qin Huairu's family drank corn porridge and ate steamed corn bread. They had not eaten meat for more than a week since He Yuzhu stopped helping their family. For her own sake, Qin Huairu would spend two cents every day to buy a meal ticket, because the big pot of pork offal made by He Yuzhu was so delicious. Every time she ate it, she wanted to leave some to take back, but she always finished it.

Jia Zhang had several hundred dollars in savings. Whenever no one was at home, she would sneak out to eat braised pork, forgetting all about the pork shanks and her grandson.

Huaihua and Xiaodang were chewing on steamed buns when they suddenly smelled meat and their stomachs started growling.

Banggeng had been beaten up twice by He Yuzhu, and the wounds on his face had just healed yesterday. He no longer dared to steal. Although he wanted to eat meat at the moment, he was powerless and could only eat steamed buns and pickles.