Siheyuan: Tanjia Cuisine He Daqing, destroying Yi Zhonghai

From that day on, He Yuzhu began to seriously learn his father's cooking skills. He started with basic knife skills and gradually mastered various cooking techniques. He Daqing patiently guided his son, and He Yuzhu lived up to expectations and made rapid progress. Soon he mastered many cooking tricks.

The neighbors in the courtyard also noticed the changes in He Yuzhu, and praised him as a promising boy. He Daqing was secretly pleased in his heart, thinking that his efforts were not in vain. He Yuzhu not only learned how to cook, but more importantly, he found the goal and direction of life again. He Yuzhu's cooking skills became more and more sophisticated. He got a chance to intern at a famous restaurant in Beijing. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and He Yuzhu decided to seize it and work hard to prove his ability. Before leaving, He Daqing said to his son: "Remember, no matter what difficulties you encounter, don't give up your love for cooking."

During his internship at the restaurant, He Yuzhu encountered many challenges, but he always kept his father's teachings in mind, and gradually won the recognition of his colleagues and masters with his own efforts and talents. After several years of training, He Yuzhu finally became an excellent chef, and his dishes were widely praised by diners.

He Yuzhu's internship at the Beijing Restaurant was intense and fulfilling. Every morning at dawn, he rushed to the restaurant to prepare fresh ingredients, clean the kitchen, and practice various knife skills. Every night, he was often the last to leave, quietly collecting dishes and cleaning the kitchen to ensure that everything was neat and tidy. His efforts and persistence gradually won the attention of the restaurant's chef. The chef was an experienced old chef who had seen the impetuousness and fatigue of young people, but saw the rare focus and enthusiasm in He Yuzhu.

One day, after a busy day, the chef called He Yuzhu and said, "Yuzhu, there is an important banquet tomorrow and I want you to be responsible for a main dish. Are you confident?" He Yuzhu felt his heart beating violently, but he took a deep breath and nodded, "Yes, please rest assured." He knew that this was a huge opportunity as well as a severe test.

Back at the courtyard, He Yuzhu mentioned this to his father He Daqing. A relieved smile appeared on his face: "Okay, Yuzhu, this is a good opportunity. You must show your usual level and don't be nervous." He Yuzhu nodded, but he was still a little nervous. He Daqing saw his son's worry and patted his shoulder: "Don't worry, just tell me if you need my help."

He Yuzhu thought for a moment and said, "Dad, I want to make a new dish, but I need some special ingredients. We don't have enough at home." He Daqing nodded, "Okay, I'll go to the market tomorrow to buy you some special ingredients. Just focus on preparing it."

The next day, He Daqing went out early in the morning. He went to all the markets in Beijing to find the best ingredients and seasonings. Every time he found a suitable ingredient, he would check it carefully to ensure the quality. He knew that his son's dish was not just a dish, but also the realization of a dream and an expectation for the future.

It was already afternoon when He Daqing returned home. He handed the purchased ingredients and seasonings to He Yuzhu and said, "Yuzhu, these are the best ingredients. You will definitely be able to make a dish that will amaze everyone." He Yuzhu took the ingredients and felt his father's deep support and trust. He secretly vowed in his heart that he must not disappoint his father's expectations.

That night, he tested the taste of the dishes again and again, adjusting the proportions of each seasoning. His skills became more and more proficient, and his taste became more and more acute. Whenever he felt dissatisfied, he would remember his father's words: "Cooking is not just to fill your stomach, it is also an art." This sentence became his creed, supporting him to keep moving forward.

The banquet was held as scheduled the next day, and He Yuzhu's main dish finally appeared. He stood nervously at the kitchen door, watching the diners' reactions through the glass window. Time seemed to freeze, and a few seconds seemed as long as centuries. Then, he saw the first diner smile with satisfaction, followed by the second, the third... The whole restaurant began to praise his dish.

The chef came over and said with a smile, "Well done, Yuzhu. You did a great job today." He Yuzhu's tense nerves finally relaxed. He let out a long sigh and a happy smile appeared on his face.

That night, He Yuzhu returned to the courtyard, and his father He Daqing was already waiting at the door. "How is it, son?" He Daqing asked with concern. He Yuzhu nodded and said with a smile: "Dad, I succeeded. They all like my dishes." He Daqing nodded with satisfaction: "Good, good, you finally found your own way. He Yuzhu's position in the restaurant gradually stabilized, and he was even promoted to sous chef. His efforts and talents were recognized by more people, and he himself became more and more confident. He knew that all this was inseparable from his father's support and guidance.

He Daqing watched his son grow up, and his heart was filled with comfort and pride. He knew that the Siheyuan witnessed every bit of the relationship between father and son, and also witnessed He Yuzhu's growth from a confused young man to an excellent chef. Every brick and tile of the Siheyuan is full of memories and emotions.

One weekend, He Yuzhu decided to cook a meal for his father to express his gratitude. He carefully prepared several dishes, all of which were his father's favorite flavors. He Daqing looked at his son's busy back and tears welled up in his eyes. He knew that his son had found his own happiness and satisfaction.

During the meal, the father and son talked about the past. "Yuzhu, you know what? I always believed that you would find your own way. Now it seems that my intuition was right." He Yuzhu nodded: "Dad, thank you for your support and guidance. If it weren't for you,

He Daqing smiled and shook his head: "This is all your own hard work. Remember, no matter what difficulties you encounter in the future, you must persevere and never give up." He Yuzhu nodded solemnly: "I will, Dad."

It was late at night, and only He Daqing's room was still lit in the courtyard. He Daqing sat at his desk, flipping through a yellowed cookbook, a treasure he got from an old chef when he was young. He still had a lot of skills to teach He Yuzhu, and he hoped his son could carry forward these precious traditional skills.

The next morning, He Daqing knocked on He Yuzhu's door. "Yuzhu, today we are going to learn a new dish, stir-fried rice cakes." He Daqing's voice was full of excitement. He Yuzhu had just gotten up and was still a little confused, but when he heard his father's words, he immediately perked up. "Okay, Dad, I'll prepare it right away."