Siheyuan: Learning to be the sixth

Arriving at the hotel, He Yuzhu felt very uncomfortable looking at Ah Sheng.

After thinking about it, he paid for an expedited payment and asked System Laoliu to get him another check for 50,000 Hong Kong dollars, which he forced on him.

"Ah Sheng, don't refuse. A poor family but a rich road. This is the respect that Chinese people have for you~"

In order to prevent himself from crying, He Yuzhu opened the car door and strode towards the hotel, leaving Ah Sheng with red eyes. He felt that their sacrifice and efforts were worth it. They were also afraid of being forgotten. They didn't ask for much, as long as there was one person who could remember them...

Just as He Yuzhu had expected, seeing that He Yuzhu had not returned so late, Sun Zhijun was so anxious that he paced back and forth in the hall. The moment He Yuzhu came in, he came forward to greet him.

"Zhu Zi, why did you come back so late? Did you encounter any trouble? ~"

"Brother Sun, you have underestimated Mr. Huo's influence in Hong Kong. I just talked to him for a little too long. Nothing happened~"

Only then did Sun Zhijun feel relieved.

"Zhu Zi, there will be a cooking exchange tomorrow, and you have to make an appearance~"

"Okay, Brother Sun, it's getting late so let's go to bed early~"

After returning to the room, Sun Zhijun wiped the sweat off his head and thought to himself: "No matter what, I can't let Zhuzi go out alone in the future. This is too worrying..."

He Yuzhu was carefree and fell asleep immediately. In his dream, Lou Xiaoe appeared back and forth in various black stockings. When He Yuzhu woke up, he felt very tired and even drooled...

After breakfast, He Yuzhu and his group were preparing to go to the venue for today's exchange, a nice Chinese restaurant, when they were about to board the bus.

There was a sudden brake sound.

Then Huo Changqing got out of the car and hurried over to He Yuzhu and the others.

"Brother Qing, what are you in such a hurry about so early in the morning?"

Huo Changqing was very pleased when He Yuzhu called him "Brother Qing" and felt that this was more intimate.

"Zhu Zi, Johnson's secretary called this morning and said they would also like to participate in today's cooking exchange~"

Sun Zhijun frowned.

"Mr. Huo, Zhuzi, Johnson, can they also cook Chinese food?"

Huo Changqing replied helplessly: "John Bull is shameless, he wants to add a dessert and wine competition~"

He Yuzhu thought Johnson could achieve great things. He thought he would be invincible just by eating bread with butter desserts every day.

"Brother Qing, don't panic. When it comes to making desserts and wine, we Chinese are their ancestors~"

He Yuzhu then remembered that he had forgotten to tell Huo Changqing that his specialty was cooking.

"Brother Qing, I am not very talented, but my best skill is cooking. Let me take care of it today~"

Huo Changqing didn't expect that his brother was not only a high-ranking official, but also could cook. This drastic contrast made him unable to react for a while.

"Brother Qing, let's go. Let's go together because we are carsick~" After saying that, he pulled Huo Changqing onto the bus that the old man had prepared for He Yuzhu and the others to travel together.

Perhaps Johnson and his men were confident that they could get back at him today. After all, his wife had spent several wonderful nights with Lao Wang next door. Afterwards, he lit a cigarette and told himself that as long as he could put a damper on He Yuzhu and the others' arrogance, he would go to Africa to find Black Pearl.

Johnson thought that although Africa was not as prosperous as Hong Kong, it was the place where the real local tyrants lived. It was not like Hong Kong, where he had to fight with others every day and was exhausted.

So he brought people to wait early in the morning. Johnson's appearance also let the people nearby know that there would be a competition between Hua Xia and John Bull today, and the passion in their blood was ignited instantly.

"Damn it, I'm not going to repair shoes today, I have to go cheer for the Chinese people~"

"Hey~ Master Tong, I'm going too, you have to return my shoes to me first~"

"Never mind, just go barefoot~"

Soon, the rickshaw driver and the watch repairman shook the door and closed it.

As everyone spread the word, the Chinese restaurant was soon packed with people.

Johnson naively thought that these people were there to support him, until he greeted everyone and no one responded. Then he realized that he was being too sentimental. It was very embarrassing.

The bus that He Yuzhu and his friends were riding could originally stop directly in front of the Chinese restaurant, but now it can only stop outside the street.

Huo Changqing was also directly ignited by this atmosphere.

Regardless of his image, he waved his suit and shouted, "Comrades, make way, let us in~"

Wow, the comrades all shouted, for a moment He Yuzhu thought he had entered the liberated area?

Soon, all the Chinese present silently made way for He Yuzhu and his group. Although they were afraid that the cheers would lead to Johnson's revenge later, they had light in their eyes and clenched their fists tightly. At this moment, silence was better than words.

Everyone in the delegation walked to the front of the Chinese restaurant with their heads held high. Without paying any attention to Johnson and the others, they, led by He Yuzhu, bowed to the old friends present.

Then He Yuzhu said very domineeringly:

"Mr. Johnson, our schedule is very tight. In order to save time, I, He, will take over the competition~"

At this moment, Johnson actually felt that he understood what the king's contempt meant. The little confidence that countless cuckolds had given him was gone again. For a moment, he didn't know how to respond.

Fortunately, his secretary with black stockings, long legs and blonde hair was able to continue to follow Johnson and enjoy the good life.

"We want to compete with you in desserts and cocktails."

"Okay, let's get started. Just don't cheat if you lose."

Johnson's personal chef, a middle-aged fat man named William, came out to challenge He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu glanced at him calmly and turned to the Chinese restaurant manager Huang Youde behind him and said:

"Master Huang, please prepare the ingredients for me according to the order. Thank you."

In fact, He Yuzhu had all these ingredients in his space, but when Huo Changqing notified him, everyone had already gathered, and He Yuzhu could not find a chance to take them out of the space, so he could only ask Huang Youde for help.

"Master He, please go ashore~"

Hearing that they were from the same hometown, He Yuzhu almost burst into tears.

Soon the ingredients were ready, Huang Youde knew that He Yuzhu was going to make Daoxiang Village's jujube flower crisps and snowflake crisps, which made him miss his old home all of a sudden~

"Master He, come on! Let them taste our Beijing specialties!"

"Master Huang, just wait and see~"

Mr. Huo and other wealthy people squeezed through the crowd for a long time before arriving at the center of the venue. With everyone witnessing, the "exchange" officially began.

If William follows a routine when making desserts, He Yuzhu does it smoothly and elegantly, giving people a very enjoyable feeling.

When the exquisite jujube flower crisps and snowflake crisps were presented in front of everyone, William, who was very keen on cooking, waved his hand decisively to show that he was convinced.

Instantly, there was thunderous applause.