I accidentally entered the courtyard and became Qin Huairu

He Daqing walked in, talking and laughing.

Qin Huairu, He Yuzhu and Chen Xueru looked at him in surprise.

"Old man, what did you say? You want to take that kid Banggeng as your apprentice?" He Yuzhu asked with a surprised expression.

He Daqing raised his eyebrows! "Why not?"

He Yuzhu swallowed his saliva and said in embarrassment! "No, there is a generation difference."

"Bang Geng, he calls me uncle. Now that you have accepted him, what will he call me?"

He Yuzhu had something else to say.

If He Daqing accepted the gangster, what would the couple call Qin Huairu?

He Daqing waved his hand and said with a smile: "What's the big deal!"

"You can discuss your own affairs. I will accept you as my nominal disciple!"

"There's no need for a wine ceremony to celebrate his apprenticeship. I teach and he learns!"

"This is Zhou Yu fighting Huang Gai, it's a matter of mutual consent!"

Just a few words shut He Yuzhu's mouth!

He Yuzhu looked reluctant and glanced at Qin Huairu.

Qin Huairu was also confused by He Daqing.

I don't understand what he is thinking and what he wants to achieve by doing this!

But He Daqing's cooking skills are absolutely impeccable.

He Daqing’s forte is Shandong cuisine, which he also inherited from the Tan family’s traditional Chinese cuisine.

When He Yuzhu first started learning cooking, he was taught by He Daqing himself.

"I think it's okay. If I weren't so busy with work, I would do it myself!"

After a brief chat, Qin Huairu took her sister Qin Jingru back home.

From then on, another strange sight appeared in the courtyard.

They are He Daqing and Banggeng, one big and one small, one old and one young. Every day they are busy in the kitchen making all kinds of delicious food.

Some people also saw He Daqing patiently teaching Banggeng how to cook and imparting cooking techniques to him.

When everyone learned that He Daqing accepted Bang Geng as his apprentice, many of them were excited and expressed their desire to send their own children to learn cooking together.

After all, in this courtyard, no one knows better than them the importance of learning a skill, especially cooking.

Recalling the famine a few years ago, He Yuzhu's family never lacked meat, and Qin Huairu's family also enjoyed different kinds of delicious food every day.

Everyone in the hospital saw all this and was extremely envious.

Now that He Daqing is willing to teach his apprentice, this is undoubtedly a rare opportunity.

In this way, the children will at least not go hungry in the future, and they themselves will also benefit from it.

The most active one here is Yan Bugui!

He brought their second child with him and went to the door!

"Old He, Old He!"

He Daqing asked Banggeng to continue cutting vegetables and walked out.

"Is there something wrong, Old Yan?"

Yan Bugui laughed! "Well, it's been a while since you came back. Let me take a look!"

He Daqing thought to himself, this stingy old man probably has no good intentions!

But he smiled and flattered her! "Hey! We are old neighbors, we don't care about these things!"

Then he looked behind Yan Bugui! "This is your second son!"

"Yeah!"

"Hey, Lao He, I see Bang Geng is here with you, what delicious food are you guys making?"

He Daqing was stunned, wondering, could this old miser be here to eat and drink for free?

"Ah! Isn't this Bang Geng learning cooking from me?"

"Practicing knife skills in the kitchen?"

Yan Bugui smiled and said apologetically, "Old He, there is something I want to discuss with you!"

He Daqing thought, here it comes!

Asked carefully! "What's the matter?"

Yan Bugui looked at Yan Jiefang beside him!

"Well, you are the one teaching Banggeng this kid, how about you teach our Jiefang?"

"You drive one sheep, and you let both sheep go!"

"It's not too much for our family to liberate one, right?"

He Daqing chuckled! "Old Yan, Old Yan!"

"You, you!" He said with a smile and pointed at him with his finger!

Then I looked at Yan Jiefang and saw that he was wearing a yellowed white sweatshirt. The collar had been stained black by sweat and looked as greasy and shiny as a wheel axle.

He was wearing a pair of green military trousers, which had faded a bit and looked a bit old. He was wearing a pair of cloth shoes, which were worn out.

Looking at his hair again, it was messy like a bird's nest, as if it had never been combed.

The complexion of the face took on a grayish hue and looked lifeless.

What's worse is that there was eye boogers in the corners of his eyes, obviously he had just woken up and hadn't even had time to wash his face.

He Daqing looked down on Yan Jiefang from the bottom of his heart.

"Old Yan, we are old neighbors, so I'll just say it straight?"

Yan Bugui's heart skipped a beat and he knew something was wrong!

"you say!"

"That's right, our business requires diligence and cleanliness!"

"Look at your second son!" He pointed at Yan Jiefang!

"Take a look at him. Is he suitable?"

Yan Bugui looked in the direction of He Daqing's finger.

As soon as he saw Yan Jiefang's appearance, not only did He Daqing look down on him, but he himself also looked down on him!

"Lao He, don't worry, I will teach the second brother a lesson when I get home, and I promise he will behave himself in the future!"

He Daqing shook his head after hearing this! "You can't force this. How about this? Don't say I'm unkind. I'll let you go home first and cut a bowl of shredded potatoes!"

"After you've cut it, bring it here so I can see it!"

Yan Jiefang was a very upright person. When he heard what He Daqing said, he turned around and ran home.

Before Yan Bugui could react, Yan Jiefang had already disappeared.

"That Lao He, let's talk about it later!"

After saying that, he ran home!

At the Yan family, Yan Jiefang returned to the kitchen, picked up a kitchen knife, and looked around for potatoes.

Not to mention, Yan Bugui’s wife just bought four potatoes yesterday and planned to steam them!

Yan Jiefang didn't even bother to fight, he just picked up a kitchen knife and started chopping!

At this moment, Yan Bugui hurried back home and went straight to the kitchen. He saw Yan Jiefang standing in front of the chopping board with a kitchen knife in his hand, ready to cut the four precious potatoes.

Yan Bugui rushed over, grabbed Yan Jiefang's arm tightly, and shouted loudly: "What are you doing?"

Yan Jiefang was startled, looked at his father blankly, and stammered, "No... didn't you tell me to learn cooking?"

Yan Bugui was so angry that he stamped his feet and pointed at Yan Jiefang and cursed: "How dare you talk back! Didn't that old He say that he told you to cut potatoes? Look at you, holding a knife like you're going to chop someone, why don't you put it down now!"

Yan Bugui snatched the kitchen knife from Yan Jiefang's hand, glared at him fiercely, then turned back to the living room.

Yan Jiefang scratched his head in confusion, not understanding why his father suddenly got so angry. He grumbled and walked out of the kitchen with a feeling of grievance.

Yan Bugui looked at the four potatoes he had rescued and secretly felt lucky that he had returned in time, otherwise these treasures would have been in trouble.

At this time, Yan Bugui's wife walked into the kitchen and saw Yan Bugui standing there. She asked curiously, "Why are you in the kitchen?"

Yan Bugui glanced at her unhappily and said angrily, "Look at your well-educated son, he almost ate all four potatoes!"

When Yan Bugui's wife heard this, her eyes widened, she almost jumped up, and exclaimed: "What? This little bastard actually dared to touch my potatoes! I'll teach him a lesson!" After that, she walked out angrily.