Siheyuan: Mastery started in the 50s

He Yuzhu looked around and pointed to some newly added decorations and said, "These changes you made not only make the house look more modern, but also more comfortable. I think these small changes in details may be part of our pursuit of perfection in cooking."

Wang Qiang was moved after hearing this. He knew that details determine success or failure in both cooking and life. Through these small changes, he not only improved the comfort of living, but also reflected his pursuit and love for quality of life.

As time went by, Wang's Kitchen's business prospered, and Wang Qiang's personal life gradually entered an ideal state. He constantly pursued balance and perfection in work and life, and every change in details was a reflection of his unremitting efforts and pursuit of better.

In addition to his busy life of decorating and running a kitchen, Wang Qiang realized that he needed a sewing machine to repair and improve the fabrics and tableware in the kitchen and at home. He decided to borrow a sewing machine from Qin Huairu because he knew that Qin Huairu had an old-fashioned sewing machine and often performed well in making repairs to clothes and other fabrics.

One day, Wang Qiang decided to go to Qin Huairu after get off work. Qin Huairu lived in a courtyard not far from Wang's house. It was a historic community where residents had close relationships and helped each other. He came to Qin Huairu's door and knocked.

Qin Huairu quickly opened the door and said to Wang Qiang with a smile: "Wang Qiang, why are you free to come here today? Is there anything?"

Wang Qiang smiled and nodded, "Sister Qin, I want to borrow a sewing machine recently, is that okay? I need to repair some kitchen fabrics and tableware."

Qin Huairu warmly invited Wang Qiang into the house and said, "Of course you can. I have an old-fashioned sewing machine here. Although it is a bit old, it is quite easy to use. Wait a moment, I will give it to you."

After that, Qin Huairu walked to a corner of the room, opened a small cabinet, and took out an ancient sewing machine. It was a black old-fashioned sewing machine with a heavy body, but the appearance was still well preserved, revealing the traces of time and the ingenuity of the craftsman.

Wang Qiang took the sewing machine, looked at it carefully, and said with emotion: "This sewing machine looks very historical. Sister Qin, where did you get it from?"

Qin Huairu smiled, sat down and drank tea with Wang Qiang, and said: "This sewing machine was left by my mother. She also did some clothing repair and sewing when she was young. I watched her make clothes since I was a child, so I have some interest in sewing. You can use it, anyway, I can't use it here."

Wang Qiang took the sewing machine gratefully and said solemnly: "Thank you, Sister Qin. I will use it carefully and will not break it."

Qin Huairu said with a smile: "You're welcome, these things are used to help everyone. If you need anything else, you can always come to me."

Wang Qiang returned home with the sewing machine he borrowed from Qin Huairu, feeling happy and satisfied. He decided to use the sewing machine to repair some kitchen fabrics and tableware, as well as some clothes at home. Although this old-fashioned sewing machine is a bit complicated to operate, it is not a problem for someone like Wang Qiang who has patience and technical skills.

One afternoon a week later, Wang Qiang was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen. At this time, there was a knock on the door. He put down the kitchen knife in his hand, wiped his hands, walked to the door and opened it, but unexpectedly saw Jia Dongxu standing outside.

Jia Dongxu was the owner of a small restaurant near Wang's kitchen. They had never met before, but there was no conflict either. When Jia Dongxu saw Wang Qiang, he showed an unnatural expression on his face and said, "Wang Qiang, I heard that you have renovated the kitchen quite well recently."

Wang Qiang smiled and nodded, "Yes, we have made some small changes, hoping to improve the dining experience of our guests."

Jia Dongxu frowned, looking somewhat dissatisfied, and continued, "I heard that you are still renovating your house, changing new curtains and so on, right?"

Wang Qiang was a little surprised and didn't understand why these things would cause others' attention and dissatisfaction, but he still replied politely: "Yes, I did do some renovations at home, which is also a way for me to relax and improve myself."

Jia Dongxu's eyes flashed with displeasure, and he continued, "I just think that decorating your house like this is a bit too much. It's not easy for small restaurants around here to do business, and you're making it even harder."

Hearing this, Wang Qiang felt helpless and puzzled. He had not thought about the impact his personal life and kitchen renovation would have on the surrounding restaurants, let alone the dissatisfaction it would cause. He tried to explain, "Boss Jia, I really didn't consider such an impact. I just wanted to make my environment more comfortable and provide guests with a better dining experience. I have no other intentions."

Jia Dongxu didn't seem to buy it. He snorted and said, "You big chefs, you want to decorate your house when you have money, and you don't care about other people's feelings. I tell you, this is not fair!"

Wang Qiang tried his best to stay calm and tried to mediate this unnecessary conflict. He said, "Boss Jia, please believe me, I didn't mean to affect your business. If you have any questions, we can sit down and talk it over."

Jia Dongxu didn't intend to continue the conversation. He looked at Wang Qiang coldly and turned away. Wang Qiang stood at the door, watching him leave, feeling helpless and regretful. He didn't want to have conflicts with anyone, especially in such a busy and challenging industry.

Wang Qiang stood in front of the kitchen counter, his mood still somewhat affected by the confrontation with Jia Dongxu. He began to think about how to relieve his emotions through cooking and bring new vitality to the Wang family kitchen. Although Jia Dongxu's attitude made him unhappy, Wang Qiang knew that he could not be swayed by his emotions. He needed to move forward and focus on his cooking skills and career.

At this time, He Yuzhu walked into the kitchen and saw Wang Qiang's puzzled expression. He asked, "Brother Qiang, what's wrong? Is there anything bothering you?"

Wang Qiang sighed softly and told He Yuzhu what had just happened. He Yuzhu listened, nodded in agreement, and said, "Boss Jia is indeed making a fuss. He may be worried about the pressure of competition. But Brother Qiang, don't take it too seriously. As long as we concentrate on doing our own thing, we can win the support of our customers."

Wang Qiang nodded, and his mood gradually calmed down. He realized that He Yuzhu was right, and he should not be shaken by the misunderstanding or misunderstanding of the outside world.