Siheyuan: Tanjia Cuisine He Daqing, destroying Yi Zhonghai

He Daqing looked at his son and felt a mixed feeling in his heart. He knew that although his son went to the Internet cafe, he did not play games, which showed that Xiao Ning still had his own principles and bottom line. He Daqing believed that his son would not do anything stupid.

"Xiaoning, Dad knows that you are a sensible child, and your choice today has proved it." He Daqing said softly, "You went to the Internet cafe, but you didn't play games, which shows that you have your own judgment. But Dad hopes that you can be more firm in your position in the future and not be easily influenced by others."

He Xiaoning raised her head, tears in her eyes, "Dad, I understand. I will be more cautious in the future and won't make you and mom worry anymore."

He Daqing smiled and nodded, "Xiaoning, Dad believes you will do well. Remember, no matter what happens, your family will always be your strongest support."

That night, He Daqing and He Xiaoning talked for a long time, talking about study, life, and future dreams. He Daqing felt that his son had gradually grown into a responsible young man, and he was full of hope for Xiaoning's future.

A few days later, the school organized a parent-teacher meeting, and He Daqing and Lou Xiao'e went together. At the meeting, the teacher praised He Xiaoning's academic performance and performance, and specifically mentioned the Internet cafe incident, praising He Xiaoning's self-discipline and calmness in the face of temptation.

After the meeting, He Daqing and Lou Xiao'e walked home, their hearts filled with relief and pride. Lou Xiao'e took He Daqing's arm and said with a smile: "Daqing, Xiaoning is such a good kid, he lived up to our expectations."

He Daqing nodded and said with emotion: "Yes, Xiao'e, Xiaoning is really sensible. I believe that as long as we continue to give him the right guidance and support, he will definitely have a bright future."

When he got home, He Xiaoning was sitting at his desk doing his homework seriously. He Daqing walked over and patted his son on the shoulder, "Xiaoning, the teacher praised you at the parents' meeting today. Mom and Dad are proud of you."

He Xiaoning raised her head with a shy smile on her face, "Thank you, Mom and Dad. I will continue to work hard."

At dinner, the three of them sat around the table, and He Yuzhu joined their conversation. The warm time of four generations living together filled everyone's heart with happiness and satisfaction.

He Daqing looked at the scene in front of him, his heart full of expectations and hope for the future. He knew that no matter how difficult the road ahead was, with the support and love of his family, everything would become better. Their lives were still going on, and every day was writing a new chapter, and these chapters would be their most precious memories.

One evening, He Daqing suddenly remembered a dish his mother often made when he was a child - dumpling soup. This simple but delicious home-cooked dish was his favorite taste when he was a child. Although his mother has passed away, the warm memory has always been in his heart. He Daqing decided to make a pot of dumpling soup by himself tonight so that his family can share this memory and delicious taste together.

He walked into the kitchen and began to prepare the ingredients. Seeing him busy, Lou Xiao'e asked curiously, "Daqing, what are you doing?"

He Daqing smiled and turned back, "Xiao E, I suddenly remembered the dumpling soup my mother used to make when I was a child. Today I want to make a pot myself. Let's taste it together."

Lou Xiao'e smiled gently, "Okay, I'll help you do it."

He Daqing nodded, his heart filled with warmth. He knew that this was not just a simple cooking, but also a remembrance of his mother and a cherishment of his family. They worked together to prepare flour, eggs, tomatoes, spinach and other ingredients.

He Xiaoning also came over and saw his parents busy. He asked excitedly, "Dad, Mom, what delicious food are you making?"

He Daqing explained with a smile: "Xiaoning, today we are going to make dumpling soup. This is what your grandmother used to make for me. Let's taste it together today to see how it tastes."

Xiao Ning's eyes sparkled with curiosity and anticipation, "Then I'll come and help too!"

The kitchen was filled with a warm atmosphere, with the family working in an orderly manner. He Daqing mixed flour and water into a batter, then stirred it little by little with chopsticks to form lumps of uniform size. Lou Xiao'e was responsible for washing and cutting vegetables, while Xiaoning helped by handing tools. The whole kitchen was filled with laughter.

As He Daqing stirred the dumplings, he recalled the scene of his mother making this dish. He felt a warmth and nostalgia in his heart, as if his mother was right beside him. His mother's smile and voice all appeared in his mind at this moment.

"When my mother used to make dumpling soup, she would always tell me some stories about her childhood. Those were really wonderful times," He Daqing said with emotion.

Lou Xiao'e patted his shoulder gently, "Daqing, let's relive that time together today and let Xiaoning feel that warmth too."

He Daqing nodded and continued to stir the batter carefully. They diced the tomatoes, washed the spinach, and beat the eggs. Everything was ready. He Daqing boiled the water in the pot, then put the stirred dumplings into the pot little by little, cooked until they floated, then added the diced tomatoes and spinach, and finally poured in the beaten eggs and cooked until the soup was thick.

The aroma of the dumpling soup filled the kitchen. He Daqing looked at the soup in the pot and felt extremely satisfied. He scooped up a spoonful, blew it gently to cool it, and handed it to Lou Xiao'e and Xiao Ning, "Try it and see how it tastes."

Lou Xiao'e and Xiao Ning took a bite each, and both showed satisfied smiles on their faces. Lou Xiao'e praised: "Daqing, this soup is really delicious, and it tastes just like what grandma used to make!"

Xiao Ning also said excitedly: "Dad, the dumpling soup you made is so delicious! Let's make it often in the future!"

He Daqing looked at the satisfied expressions of his family members, and his heart was filled with happiness. He knew that the taste of his mother was not only the pot of dumpling soup, but also the family affection and love. They sat together at the dining table, savoring this strong family affection, chatting, laughing, and the whole yard was filled with a warm atmosphere.

After dinner, He Daqing and Lou Xiao'e took a walk in the yard and talked about the past. He Daqing said with emotion: "Xiao'e, making this pot of dumpling soup today reminded me of many things in the past. We must cherish every day of the present and live a good life."

Lou Xiao'e smiled and nodded, "Yes, Daqing, the happiest thing is that our family is together. No matter what the future holds, we must face it together."

He Daqing held Lou Xiao'e's hand tightly, his heart full of determination and hope. He knew that there would be many challenges and difficulties in the days ahead, but with his family by his side, everything would be better.