Siheyuan: Learning to be the sixth

After the temperature cooled down, He Yuzhu filled a small bowl and brought it to the bed.

He Yuzhu was afraid that the old man would resist the food, so he said to Mr. Zhang: "Old man, please feed Mr. Zeng, the effect will be better."

When Mr. Zhang heard this, he hurriedly took the small bowl from He Yuzhu's hand.

"Zeng Wenhua, I'm ordering you now in the name of the old company commander. You have to drink this bowl of tofu even if you grit your teeth."

Although Mr. Zeng was weak, the memory engraved in his bones made him slowly raise his right hand after hearing the order and said: "Yes~ Captain."

At this moment, Mr. Zhang's role was revealed. Although he was old, his hands were steady and his mentality was good. He scooped a spoonful and fed it into Mr. Zeng's mouth steadily and accurately.

When he first took a bite, Mr. Zeng frowned subconsciously.

At this moment, the air was quiet, and everyone held their breath and looked at Grandpa Zeng. Seeing that the old man was slow to swallow, He Yuzhu was very anxious.

It seemed like an eternity had passed, and after much effort, the old man slowly swallowed it.

Perhaps the Pingqiao tofu made by He Yuzhu was to Mr. Zeng's liking. When Mr. Zeng looked at the small bowl in Mr. Zhang's hand, there was a hint of expectation in his eyes.

He Yuzhu finally calmed down, and then he realized that he was so nervous that he was sweating.

Well begun is half done.

Mr. Zeng hadn't eaten so happily for a long time, so he couldn't help but eat a little hastily.

He Yuzhu still knows the principle that too much is as bad as too little.

So soon after feeding a small bowl of Pingqiao tofu, Mr. Zhang sent a questioning look to He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu smiled and said: "Grandpa, Mr. Zeng should not overeat now, but eat less and more often."

Mr. Zhang turned around and said to Mr. Zeng: "Zeng Datou, did you hear that? You can't eat too much now. You have to take it slow."

Perhaps seeing hope, Mr. Zeng nodded with tears in his eyes, looked at He Yuzhu, slowly raised his left hand and gave He Yuzhu a thumbs up.

He Yuzhu also gladly accepted this.

Weak due to illness for a long time, Mr. Zeng went to bed contentedly.

When they arrived at the living room, if He Yuzhu had not been quick-witted, Zeng Zesheng would have really knelt down in front of He Yuzhu.

"Secretary Zeng, our meeting is fate. I don't deserve your gift."

"Zhu Zi, you can call me big brother from now on. If you need anything in Jin Province, I will go through fire and water to help you."

"Brother Zeng, you are too serious. I am not hiding the truth. The old man is seriously in financial trouble. I can only let him live a few more years comfortably. I am powerless to make him recover."

Zeng Zesheng also knew about his grandfather's physical condition, and being able to live a few more years was a blessing from heaven.

"Brother, I know your pills are worth a lot of money. Just tell us the amount and we won't let you suffer any loss even if we have to sell everything we have."

At this time, the Zeng family members present took out money and things.

Just as He Yuzhu himself said, meeting is fate. Maybe there was a bit of exchange meaning in the beginning, but after getting along with each other, He Yuzhu felt that both Mr. Zeng and Zeng Zesheng were very suitable for his temper.

He Yuzhu believes that it is the duty of a friend to share everything he knows with others.

So he quickly waved his hands and said righteously: "Brother Zeng, if you say that, then you are planning to stop being brothers in the future~"

Originally, it was a matter of money, so Mr. Zhang was reluctant to speak. But seeing that He Yuzhu refused from the bottom of his heart, he spoke:

"Xiao Rui, talking about money hurts our feelings. From now on, you and Zhuzi should just be brothers."

"Grandpa, I will listen to you. From now on, Zhuzi will be my half-brother."

At this time, He Yuzhu thought of Lao Liu's instructions before he went into seclusion, and hurriedly handed the wooden box containing the remaining two pills to Zeng Zesheng and said:

"Brother Zeng, you have to take this medicine for three consecutive days. Don't forget it."

Zeng Zesheng carefully took the wooden box and said solemnly: "Brother, don't worry, I will feed the old man myself."

He Yuzhu was also tired, so he wanted to go back to the guesthouse and have a good sleep.

At this time, Zeng Zesheng also remembered the trouble he had caused He Yuzhu by picking him up early in the morning, and wanted to let He Yuzhu live at home. However, his house was so small, and it was difficult for He Yuzhu to have a good rest with so many people coming and going.

So he said to Mr. Zhang: "Grandpa, when I went to pick up my brother this morning, he was recognized by the guests in the guesthouse. I am worried that my brother will not be able to rest well when he returns home. My house really can't accommodate him. Can you please let my brother stay at your place for a few days?"

Old Master Zhang was thinking about how to get He Yuzhu to come to his house and prepare a meal of Pingqiao tofu for him.

"Xiao Rui, this is not a big deal. How about this? You drive Zhuzi to the guesthouse now, and then take his luggage to my house. I'll wait for you at home."

As the person involved, He Yuzhu did not even have the chance to express his views before he was clearly arranged by Mr. Zhang and Zeng Zesheng.

Knowing that the two people had good intentions, He Yuzhu gladly accepted it.

"Old man, I will have to bother you for a few more days."

Mr. Zhang smiled and said, "Zhu Zi, I'll go ahead and tell your Aunt Cao. I think she will be very happy too."

With Zeng Zesheng personally accompanying him back to the guesthouse, some of the guests inside wanted to come up and chat with him, but were blocked by Zeng Zesheng.

He Yuzhu, who moved into Zhang's house again, had a good sleep. When he got up and looked at the tofu prepared by Grandpa Zhang, He Yuzhu couldn't help laughing.

Mr. Zhang didn't feel embarrassed either.

"Zhu Zi, dinner tonight is up to you."

Aunt Cao was also waiting eagerly and said, "Zhu Zi, you have to teach me, so that the old man won't want to eat it in the future."

He Yuzhu, who was fed a mouthful of dog food, still taught Aunt Cao everything he knew and directed her while she made a pot of Pingqiao tofu.

After He Yuzhu instructed Aunt Cao to stir-fry a few side dishes, the three of them sat together again and started drinking.

In the next few days, He Yuzhu ran back and forth between Zeng's family and Zhang's family. In order for the old man to eat better in the future, Zeng Zesheng asked his wife to learn how to cook from He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu also handed the recipe he prepared for the old man to Zeng Zesheng's wife, and gave her the chance to cook, while he just assisted from the side.

A week passed like this, and Mr. Zeng's health slowly began to recover.

At this time, Zeng Zesheng also brought good news to He Yuzhu.

"Brother, we are not outsiders. Lao Li asked me to ask you something. Our mine wants to exchange coal with your steel mill for steel. Do you think it's okay?"

Although He Yuzhu felt that this was a win-win proposal, he did not agree to it at first, but he did not reject it either.

"Brother Zeng, I need to ask our factory director about this matter. I can't decide."