Siheyuan: Tanjia Cuisine He Daqing, destroying Yi Zhonghai

"Brother Daqing, have you just come back from the market? I picked some fresh vegetables from the fields today, and thought of bringing some to you. My family can't finish them anyway, so you can take some back and try." The White Widow's tone sounded enthusiastic, as if she really meant well.

He Daqing frowned slightly, but soon regained his composure. He knew that this time he had to draw a clear line and not let things drag on. He put down the basket in his hand, looked up at the White Widow, and there was a hint of calm seriousness in his eyes. "Take the things back, my family doesn't need them." He Daqing's tone was no longer as polite as before, but revealed a firm and unshakable determination.

Widow Bai was stunned for a moment, as if she had not expected He Daqing to reject her directly. She smiled awkwardly and tried to save the situation, "Brother Daqing, what's wrong with you? They are just some vegetables, nothing big, just accept them."

He Daqing remained calm, but his tone became more resolute. "Widow Bai, I know you've been sending gifts to our family recently, and I appreciate your kindness. But we are all neighbors in our courtyard, and we can help each other, but there should be a limit to this kind of coming and going. Yuzhu and I don't want to owe anyone a favor, so don't be so polite in the future."

He Daqing's words were like a bucket of cold water poured on the enthusiasm of the White Widow. Her smile gradually froze on her face, and a trace of embarrassment and uneasiness flashed in her eyes. She originally thought that relying on these small favors, she could make He Daqing and He Yuzhu have more favor towards her, and even get some substantial benefits in the future, but now it seems that He Daqing has obviously seen through her intentions and blocked her idea without any hesitation. What you said, I really want to make friends with your family, I have no other intentions..." The White Widow tried to defend herself, with a little panic in her tone.

He Daqing sighed slightly, his eyes still without a trace of wavering, "White Widow, we are neighbors, there are things you understand in your heart, and I understand them in my heart too. Making friends is one thing, but there are some boundaries that cannot be crossed. Yuzhu is still young, he still has a long way to go, I don't want him to be involved in these social affairs too early."

When the White Widow heard this, her face became even uglier. She finally realized that He Daqing had completely seen through her plan and rejected her "good intentions" mercilessly. She felt a little unwilling in her heart, but she also knew that continuing to pester him would only make herself more embarrassed. "Since you said so, I won't bother you any more. I'll take the vegetables back, and you can find me if you need anything." The White Widow said with a forced smile, then turned around and walked away quickly. The smile on her face had long disappeared, replaced by a kind of embarrassed loss.

He Daqing felt a little relieved as he watched her leave. He knew that such a rejection might be a little cruel, but for Bai Guafu's thoughts, if he didn't draw a clear line in time, it would only make things more complicated. He didn't want He Yuzhu to get into these troubles, and he didn't want his son to be used by others without knowing the reason.

In the evening, he saw his father standing in the yard, seemingly in deep thought. He walked over and asked with concern, "Dad, what's wrong with you? Aunt Bai seemed to have come over just now, is everything okay?"

He Daqing came back to his senses and saw his son's concerned eyes, which warmed his heart. He decided not to hide anything and told He Yuzhu what had just happened.

"Yuzhu, the White Widow came to give me something again today, but I rejected her directly." He Daqing spoke calmly, but his eyes showed a hint of determination. He was slightly stunned, then nodded. He knew why his father did this, and although he was a little surprised, he always believed in his father's judgment.

"Dad, I know what you mean. I will be careful in the future and not accept other people's kindness easily." There was a hint of mature determination in his tone.

He Daqing felt relieved when he saw his son's determined eyes. He knew that He Yuzhu had gradually understood the limits of life and could understand his good intentions towards him.

"Yuzhu, remember, you must have bottom lines and principles. You must distinguish whether others' kindness is sincere or has other intentions. Only in this way can you gain a foothold in this world." He Daqing said earnestly, with the wisdom of an elder and his earnest expectations for his son. He felt a warmth in his heart. He understood that his father's teachings to him were not only about cooking, but also about being a person and dealing with things. These principles may not have been deeply understood when he was young, but now, he has gradually grasped the deep meaning. The visits of the White Widow have obviously decreased, and the courtyard has returned to its former tranquility. He Daqing is still busy with his daily affairs, while He Yuzhu continues to learn cooking under the guidance of his father, gradually mastering more skills and knowledge.

Although the waves in his life have subsided, He Daqing knows that this is just a small test on the road to growth. He Yuzhu will encounter more challenges, but he believes that his son will become more mature and stable after experiencing these things.

In the evening, the aroma of food wafted from the yard. His movements became more and more skillful, and delicious dishes were carefully cooked with the spatula flying. Watching all this silently, I felt a deep satisfaction in my heart.

There lived a young man named He Yuzhu in the courtyard. He was in his early twenties, cheerful and sincere. He Yuzhu had a strong interest in cooking, but because he had never received formal culinary training, his cooking skills had not improved. He knew that He Daqing was an excellent cook, and he had always wanted to ask He Daqing to be his teacher, but he had never mustered up the courage to ask. He Yuzhu mustered up his courage, came to He Daqing's door, and knocked gently. The door creaked open, and He Daqing came out with a smile: "Little He,"

He Yuzhu scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly: "Uncle He, I heard that you are very good at cooking. I want to learn from you. Do you think... is it okay?"

He Daqing laughed and said, "You finally spoke up. I've noticed that you're interested in cooking. How about this? Come to my place tomorrow morning and I'll teach you how to make the simplest home-cooked dish."

He Yuzhu was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly. The next morning, he arrived at He Daqing's house on time. He Daqing had already prepared the ingredients and said to He Yuzhu with a smile: "Today we will start with the most basic stir-fried vegetables. Don't underestimate this dish. There are tricks to making it delicious."

He Daqing demonstrated as he spoke. First, wash and drain the greens, then heat the oil in a pan. When the oil is hot, he quickly pours the greens into the pan and stir-frys them for a few times.