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

While teaching Qin Jingru the technique, Chen Lihua also told her own story.

Qin Jingru listened very carefully and deeply agreed with Chen Lihua's statement.

It is better to find a good man than to find a good job. This is also Qin Jingru’s own opinion.

In the reception room of the second cafeteria, He Yuzhu, whose physique had improved, drank a pound and a half of liquor but was only slightly tipsy, unlike the others who fell to the ground.

He Yuzhu sat on a chair, slightly tipsy. In the whole reception room, only Director Li could drink to a reasonable degree. He was not like Director Yang, who did not even recognize himself.

Director Li took off his hat, smiled foolishly and shouted loudly: "Liu Lan, Liu Lan, Lanzi, I'm a little angry, come here quickly."

He Yuzhu was shocked when he heard this. No wonder Director Li shouted so loudly without worrying about being heard by others. After all, he and He Yuzhu were the only ones in the entire reception room who were sober and not drunk.

Liu Lan in the kitchen heard the noise coming from the reception room. Fortunately, only Ma Hua was there at that time.

Liu Lan smiled awkwardly.

Ma Hua smiled knowingly.

Liu Lan came to the reception room and saw people lying on the ground. She smiled at He Yuzhu very reluctantly, walked straight to Director Li, helped him up and left the reception room.

As for what happened next, He Yuzhu didn’t need to think about it. Even if he was drunk, he could still go to bed!

Unless Liu Lan takes the initiative.

He Yuzhu left the reception room and saw Ma Hua still practicing his knife skills. He Yuzhu smiled with relief, said hello and left the kitchen.

Holding a cigarette in his mouth and his hand in his trouser pocket, He Yuzhu walked to the gate of the steel rolling mill. A bicycle whizzed by. It was Liu Lan riding the bicycle with some things hanging on it.

I guess it must be a gift from others because Director Li was promoted.

He Yuzhu was somewhat tempted when he saw the bicycle. It would take half an hour to walk back to the courtyard, but riding a bicycle would probably only take ten minutes. However, He Yuzhu had money but no bicycle ticket.

Bicycles in the sixties are like motorcycles in the twenty-first century.

Speaking of motorcycles, He Yuzhu's face showed bitterness, because he rode a motorcycle to work in the 21st century. When he traveled back to the 1960s, the most common things he saw were bicycles, and cars and motorcycles were rarely seen.

He Yuzhu sighed secretly: "Let's take it one step at a time. Buy a bicycle first. I guess I'll have to wait until the 1970s to buy a motorcycle."

When we returned to the courtyard, the third uncle Yan Bugui was standing at the gate of the courtyard, patrolling. With his deep eyes, whenever he saw a resident coming in with a gift, he would step forward and ask.

If a fly wanted to fly into the courtyard, Yan Bugui had to use his glasses to see whether it was a male or a female!

"Hey, isn't this Director He from our steel mill?"

Yan Bugui was acting weird.

He Yuzhu laughed and retorted: "Hey, isn't this our courtyard's third uncle, Yan Bugui? Why is he standing here as a doorman?"

Yan Bugui smacked his lips and said, "Silly Zhu, how old are you? If you change your mouth, you can still find a wife. But your mouth smells bad even when you brush your teeth."

He Yuzhu snorted and said, "You can't afford to eat but you can't afford to drink. I don't see you getting rich in these years. Your family has three pickles per person for a meal. How cool!" He Yuzhu pushed Yan Bugui away and staggered into the courtyard.

Yan Bugui spat on the ground and said, "Ugh! Silly Zhu, you are destined to be single all your life. Your mouth smells like shit even with perfume." Yan Bugui couldn't say the next sentence because an old lady was already standing at the door looking over here.

Originally, Yan Bugui wanted to stand at the gate of the courtyard to see who came in with something, but he ended up meeting He Yuzhu who was off work, and was filled with anger.

When Yan Bugui returned home, his third aunt advised him, "Don't be angry with Shazhu. If you get angry with a fool, won't you just get angry with yourself?"

"By the way, what are we having for dinner tonight, old man?"

Yan Bugui thought about it and wondered what three pickles per person meant. I am the hidden rich man in the courtyard, not some stingy old man named Yan. I am only generous to my family members.

"Go, I'll give you the money later. Teacher Ran gave me a pound of meat ticket yesterday. I'll stew the meat tonight." Yan Bugui announced immediately after slamming the table.

Yu Li, Yan Jiecheng, Yan Jiefang, Yan Jiekuang and Yan Jiedi were all very happy, especially Yan Jiefang and his brother and sister, who shouted for their mother to buy it now.

Third Aunt was also happy. She had been married to Yan Bugui for so many years, and this was the first time she saw him so generous. Normally, a pound of meat would take at least ten days to eat. According to what Yan Bugui said, it would be fine as long as the noodles had a little meat flavor.

Each person gets three pickles, and each person gets three pieces of shredded meat for every pound of meat.

In order to eat more, Yu Li said, "Mom, buy it and I'll cook it."

In the middle courtyard, He Yuzhu lit a fire in the house. Every day when he got home from get off work, the first thing he did was to light the fire, otherwise he couldn't stay in the house.

It was almost dusk outside. He Yuzhu was kneading dough on the chopping board. There was a steamer on the stove. He was going to make steamed noodles.

After the noodles were cut, He Yuzhu lifted the lid of the steaming pot, put the noodles into a bowl, poured in cooking oil and stirred, then poured the noodles back into the steamer, flattened them and covered them with the lid.

On another stove, He Yuzhu took out a pound of sliced ​​pork belly and celery from the space. Suddenly, He Yuzhu thought that it was not right to steam noodles without bean sprouts. He glanced at the steamer and found that it would take another ten minutes to steam the noodles.

He Yuzhu immediately ran to a nearby vegetable market, and after a twenty-minute round trip, he successfully bought the bean sprouts.

Lifting the lid of the pot, the noodles were already cooked through. He Yuzhu took the steamer off and started cooking. He stir-fried the pork belly, added bean sprouts and celery, and stir-fried until cooked. Then he poured in an appropriate amount of water to cover the ingredients, covered the lid and waited for it to boil.

In three minutes, He Yuzhu mixed the steamed noodles with the vegetables and soup, and poured them into the steamer again. Ten minutes was enough.

He Yuzhu opened the lid of the pot, and the golden noodles made people hungry at first sight.

At this time, Yu Shui had already gotten off work and was riding his bicycle back to the courtyard. He smelled the aroma of food and shouted loudly without lifting the door curtain: "Brother, what did you do?"

He Yuzhu smiled and said, "It's a delicacy from the Central Plains, steamed noodles."

"I will make you another delicious dish tomorrow, braised lamb and stewed noodles."

He Yuzhu served a bowl of rainwater to the children, while he ate from a basin. The brother and sister sat on stools with a bottle of Coke beside them.

As a person from Beijing, I have never eaten Yu Shui. I took a sip and it felt a little dry, but it was delicious. Then I drank a sip of Coke and felt very happy.

He Yuzhu ate ten mouthfuls before he realized that there was no garlic, so he said, "Yushui, steamed noodles need garlic, go get some for your brother."

Yu Shui had finished her bowl of steamed noodles. She let out an "ah", stood up to get the garlic and threw it to her brother, then picked up the chopsticks and picked up another bowl of steamed noodles.

"Brother, it's so delicious, I want to eat two more bowls!"