Siheyuan: Tanjia Cuisine He Daqing, destroying Yi Zhonghai

He Daqing looked at his son's focused expression, and some complicated emotions surged in his heart. He Yuzhu was a studious child, and he knew that his son had been trying hard to meet his expectations, but sometimes he would wonder if such expectations were too heavy.

"Yuzhu," He Daqing suddenly spoke, his tone softer than usual, "Do you feel tired of learning to cook recently? Do you feel that Dad is too strict?"

He Yuzhu paused and looked up at his father. He had not expected his father to ask such a question and for a moment he didn't know how to answer.

"Dad, I don't feel tired. You taught me good things, and I learned a lot." He Yuzhu said seriously, but he could feel the concern in his father's tone. But he was not completely relieved by his son's answer. He knew that He Yuzhu was a sensible child and didn't want to make him worry, but he still hoped that his son would like this craft from the bottom of his heart, not just to live up to his father's expectations.

"If you feel tired or don't understand something, just tell Dad. Let's find a solution together. Don't carry it alone." There was some encouragement in his tone.

He Yuzhu felt warm in his heart, and his father's words made him feel a long-lost care. He knew that his father had always been doing it for his own good, but today's words made him feel more of his father's love, not just the strictness of a master.

"Dad, I understand." He Yuzhu smiled and lowered his head to continue cutting vegetables, his heart full of motivation. He decided to work harder, not only to learn this craft well, but also to let his father see his growth and maturity.

The atmosphere in the kitchen gradually became more relaxed. The father and son cooperated tacitly. The sound of pots and pans colliding mixed with small conversations seemed particularly warm. He Daqing looked at his son and felt relieved about his previous thoughts. He understood that no matter how strict he was, his ultimate goal was to hope that his son could grow up happily.

"Yuzhui, let's make a simple dinner today and bring your sister something she likes." He Daqing suddenly suggested, with a relaxed tone.

He Yuzhu was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile, "Okay, let's make stir-fried shrimps. Yushui loves this the most."

He Daqing looked at his son's bright smile and felt a long-lost sense of satisfaction in his heart. Perhaps life doesn't have to be so serious all the time, sometimes it also needs some relaxation and casualness. He decided to give his son more space in the future teaching process, so that he can walk more freely and calmly on this road.

Dinner was ready soon. He Yuzhu carefully put the stir-fried shrimp into a beautiful plate and planned to personally deliver it to his sister's room later. He thought that his sister would be very happy when she saw this dish of her favorite dish, and maybe he could have a good chat with her again.

"Dad, let's go find rain together." He Yuzhu suggested, with some anticipation in his eyes.

He Daqing smiled and nodded, "Okay, this is what our family should do, caring for each other and accompanying each other."

The father and son carried the dinner and walked towards He Yushui's room together. Along the way, they didn't say much, but they both knew in their hearts that maintaining this kind of family relationship was more important than any craft.

He Daqing's mind slowly calmed down. He knew that there was still a long time to come. He not only had to pass on his cooking skills to his son, but also teach him how to balance all aspects of life. Just like today, occasionally putting aside the obsession with skills and spending more time with family may be the most precious part of life.

The moment he opened the door, He Yuzhu saw his sister sitting by the bed, absorbed in reading a book. He knocked on the door gently and said with a smile, "Yushui, look what I brought you?"

He Yushui looked up and saw the stir-fried shrimp in her brother's hand, her eyes suddenly lit up. She put down the book, walked quickly to her brother, and smiled, "Wow, it's my favorite! Thank you, brother, thank you, dad!"

He Daqing went out early in the morning, thinking about today's menu. When he passed by the vegetable market, he suddenly saw a lively duck and immediately came up with an idea. He hadn't made a signature duck dish for his family for a long time. He Yuzhu had been learning from him for so long, and today he could use this duck to teach him some new skills.

He carefully selected a plump duck, paid for it, and took it home. On the way, He Daqing was looking forward to it and excited. He knew that this dish was not simple and required careful preparation and control of the heat, but at the same time, it would also allow his son to gain more in the learning process.

When He Daqing got home and just stepped into the kitchen, He Yuzhu came up to him. Seeing the duck in his father's hand, a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes. "Dad, what dish are you going to teach me to cook today?" He Yuzhu asked with a little expectation in his tone.

He Daqing put the duck on the chopping board, looked up at his son, and said with a hint of seriousness, "Today we are going to make a dish that is a little more difficult, called 'Crispy Duck'. This dish tests not only the knife skills and the heat, but also the precise proportion of the seasonings."

When He Yuzhu heard his father's words, a mixture of nervousness and excitement appeared in his eyes. He knew that every time his father taught him a new dish, it was a test for him, but this time it was obviously more than just a test.

"Dad, this dish is very difficult, right? I heard that the skin and meat of the crispy duck must be made crispy, but it must not lose its original tenderness. I silently remembered my father's words in my heart. With a serious look, "Yes, the key to this dish lies in the balance between crispness and tenderness. If it is not done well, the duck will become old and woody and lose its original flavor. So you must watch and learn carefully today, and don't be careless at any step."

He Yuzhu nodded solemnly, secretly encouraging himself to do well. He knew his father's expectations of him, and he knew that he was no longer a beginner. Every challenge would further hone his cooking skills.

He Daqing first picked up the knife and began to pluck the duck's feathers. Although He Yuzhu had learned these basic steps countless times, his father still patiently demonstrated every detail to him. He stared at his father's technique intently, fearing that he would miss any important steps.

"The duck feathers must be removed cleanly, especially those fine hairs. If you are not careful, it will affect the taste of the finished product." He Daqing said as he operated, with a trace of rigor in his tone that could not be ignored.

He Yuzhu watched carefully and silently noted down these details in his heart. Although these steps seemed simple, in his father's hands, every movement seemed so precise and neat, which made him feel sincere admiration.