Siheyuan: Tanjia Cuisine He Daqing, destroying Yi Zhonghai

"Daqing, do you know? I have an old coat. If you like, you can wear it temporarily." He Yuzhu said gently, his eyes full of understanding and support.

He Daqing looked at He Yuzhu with gratitude, and a feeling of emotion welled up in his heart. He knew that he was not alone, and there would always be people around him willing to lend a helping hand.

"Thank you, Yuzhu, I will remember it." He Daqing said with emotion and took the coat handed over by He Yuzhu.

When He Daqing returned home, he took out the old coat that He Yuzhu gave him. Although the coat was a little old, He Daqing still felt very grateful because it represented friendship and support.

After checking the size of the coat, He Daqing decided to mend his torn clothes first to avoid the inconvenience of wearing them outside. He found the needle and thread, sat at the table, and began to mend.

This piece of clothing has been his companion for many years. Although it is worn out, every tear carries the traces of his past life and struggle. He Daqing felt an unspeakable emotion in his heart, and he couldn't help but think of his young self, the man who struggled for his family and ideals.

While mending, He Daqing's thoughts involuntarily drifted to his son He Haoran. He remembered his son's innocent face and his efforts and desires.

He Daqing was determined that he did not want his son's future to be hindered in any way. He wanted to create better living conditions for him and give him the opportunity to pursue his dreams.

After silently swearing in his heart, He Daqing began to sew seriously. His technique was skillful and steady, and he put his heart into every stitch and every thread. His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

While He Daqing was mending his clothes seriously, his thoughts turned to another person in the alley, Xu Damao. Xu Damao was a small hooligans in the alley, often hanging out with a group of bad boys, causing a lot of trouble to the community.

He Daqing was wary of Xu Damao, knowing that this young man was a potential danger. He was worried that Xu Damao would harm the residents in the alley, especially his family.

As the clothes were repaired stitch by stitch, He Daqing became more and more nervous. He secretly vowed to stay alert at all times and not let Xu Damao take advantage of any opportunity.

At this moment, suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps came. He Daqing immediately stopped his work alertly and waited nervously. He knew that this might be trouble from Xu Damao.

However, as the footsteps got closer, He Daqing realized that it was his son He Haoran who came home. He breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time he felt a little distressed, because he knew that his worry about his son had affected his life.

"Dad, you are here?" He Haoran looked at the clothes in He Daqing's hand in surprise and asked.

He Daqing smiled slightly, put down the work in his hands, and pulled He Haoran to sit next to him: "Yes, Dad is mending clothes here. Why did you come back so late today?"

After He Haoran sat down, he began to talk to his father about the interesting things that happened at school today. He Daqing listened to his son's words quietly, and a feeling of warmth and comfort surged in his heart. Although life is full of difficulties, with his son's company, he feels that everything is worth it.

As time went by, bicycles became more and more popular in the hutongs. Every night, the hutongs would be filled with the sound of bicycle bells and tires rolling, making them very lively.

He Daqing was standing at the window, looking out at the hutong scene, and a sense of emotion welled up in his heart. He saw many young people riding bicycles through the bustling hutongs. Their smiles and vitality seemed to infuse the entire hutong, injecting new vitality into this old community.

"Dad, look, the bicycle shop over there is having a sale. Shall we go take a look?" He Haoran excitedly ran to He Daqing, took his hand and said.

He Daqing looked at his son's eyes and felt warm in his heart. He knew that his son had always wanted a bicycle of his own, but due to the limitations of family conditions, he had not been able to fulfill his son's wish.

"Okay, let's go and take a look." He Daqing nodded with a smile and decided to give his son a surprise.

They walked through the bustling alley and soon arrived at the bicycle shop. He Haoran excitedly walked around the shop and finally chose a beautiful bicycle. Although it was not the latest model, it was perfect in his mind.

He Daqing looked at his son's satisfied smile, and his heart was filled with joy. He knew that although there were difficulties and challenges in life, as long as there was love and support, everything would be fine.

He bought a bicycle for He Haoran, and then they rode the bicycles home together. The wind in the alley gently brushed their faces, bringing an inexplicable sense of happiness.

With the brisk sound of bicycles, He Daqing and He Haoran returned home. However, when they walked into the empty room, He Daqing felt a sense of loneliness and solitude. He realized that although he had his son's company at home, he still longed to find a partner to share his life with.

Sitting on the sofa, He Daqing was thinking silently. He recalled all kinds of memories from the past, and the good times he had spent with his wife. However, now his wife had left him, leaving him and his son to face the hardships of life alone.

He Daqing sighed deeply. He knew he needed to find a new partner, someone who could share life with him. He hoped to find a gentle, kind, understanding and supportive woman to spend the rest of his life with.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" He Haoran asked in a low voice, looking at his father's uneasy expression.

He Daqing raised his head and smiled: "It's nothing, Haoran. Dad is just a little tired and wants to find a place to rest."

He Haoran nodded. Although he didn't quite understand what his father was thinking, he still obediently stepped aside.

He Daqing sat on the sofa, and a desire surged in his heart, longing to find a partner with whom he could share his life. But at the same time, he also felt a little helpless and confused, because he didn't know how to find such a person.

Suddenly, he thought of a female friend named Liang Wei. Liang Wei was a middle-aged woman in the alley. She was gentle and kind, and treated everyone with sincerity and friendliness. He Daqing knew that Liang Wei was also single, and perhaps she was the person he had been looking for.