Siheyuan: Tanjia Cuisine He Daqing, destroying Yi Zhonghai

However, the deaf old lady suddenly turned her head and looked at He Yuzhu, with a glimmer of admiration in her eyes. She slowly stood up, walked to He Yuzhu, and asked with a smile: "Young man, what are you busy with?"

He Yuzhu raised his head and saw the deaf old lady. He quickly wiped his hands and said respectfully, "Old lady, I'm trying a new dish."

The deaf old lady smiled slightly, "Oh, what dish is that? Can I have a taste?"

He Yuzhu was a little nervous, but he knew this was a rare opportunity, so he nodded, arranged the dishes in his hand, and presented them to the deaf old lady.

The deaf old lady looked at the food on the plate carefully, then picked up her chopsticks, gently picked up a piece and put it into her mouth. She chewed slowly, and her expression gradually became serious. Everyone in the kitchen looked at her quietly, waiting for her evaluation.

After a while, the deaf old lady put down her chopsticks with a satisfied smile in her eyes, "Not bad, the taste is very unique and the taste is also very good. Young man, you have potential, work hard."

When He Yuzhu heard this, he was immediately delighted. He hurriedly thanked him and felt more confident in his efforts.

The deaf old lady turned and looked at the old chefs with a meaningful look in her eyes, "You old guys, don't always think about competing with each other. Young people have their own paths. Give them some space, and maybe there will be different surprises."

When the old chefs heard this, they showed a trace of embarrassment on their faces, but they all knew that there was a deeper meaning behind the deaf old lady's words. They looked at each other and secretly understood a little bit.

"The old lady is right. We just want to maintain the standard of the restaurant. Maybe our methods are wrong sometimes." One of the old chefs said quickly, with a hint of apology in his tone.

The deaf old lady smiled and waved her hand, "This is all for the good of the restaurant. As long as everyone works together and gets things done, it's better than anything else."

That day, the deaf old lady stayed in the restaurant for a long time and talked a lot with the chefs, commenting on the dishes and talking about their lives and ideas. Every word she said was measured, pointing out the problem without making people feel embarrassed.

He Yuzhu felt that the atmosphere today was different from the past. Although he didn't know what had happened specifically, he sensed a hint of hope from the change in attitude of the veteran chefs.

When the deaf old lady left, she gently patted He Yuzhu on the shoulder and whispered, "Young man, work hard, the future is yours."

He Yuzhu nodded heavily, his heart full of gratitude and determination. He knew that the help of his master and the deaf old lady helped him get through a difficult time, and next, he had to prove himself with his actions and win everyone's recognition with his strength.

As time went by, the old chefs' attitude towards He Yuzhu gradually softened. They no longer deliberately made things difficult for him, but began to accept and try his new ideas. He Yuzhu also worked harder, constantly learning and improving, and gradually gained a foothold in the restaurant and won more and more respect.

A few months passed, and under the care of He Yuzhu and the deaf old lady, He Daqing gradually recovered. His appetite gradually returned to normal, and his mental state also improved greatly. Whenever he sat in the yard to bask in the sun, or walked around in the kitchen, he could always feel the long-lost vitality in his body slowly returning.

Although He Daqing intentionally reduced his workload in the kitchen during his recovery, he always kept an eye on He Yuzhu. He Daqing saw every bit of He Yuzhu's progress and felt extremely gratified and proud. He Yuzhu not only inherited his skills, but also continued to innovate on this basis, trying new dishes, and even gradually established his own prestige and status in the restaurant.

Finally one day, He Daqing felt that he had fully recovered. He got up early, put on a clean and tidy Mao suit, and walked out of the door in high spirits, ready to look for He Yuzhu.

Walking in the familiar streets, He Daqing felt a familiar warmth. When the neighbors saw him, they all greeted him and praised him for looking much better. He Daqing responded with a smile, but his heart was full of expectations. He wanted to see how much He Yuzhu had grown during this period.

When He Daqing walked to the restaurant door, he happened to see He Yuzhu busy in the kitchen. Through the kitchen window, he saw He Yuzhu concentrating on making a pot of soup. His serious and devoted expression made He Daqing feel warm. He Yuzhu was no longer the young man who had just started out, but a responsible and capable chef.

He Daqing stood at the door and knocked gently, with a joking tone in his voice, "Oh, it seems that I came at the right time today. I just caught you busy."

He Yuzhu heard the familiar voice and looked up suddenly. When he saw He Daqing standing at the door, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face. He quickly put down the work in his hands and walked quickly to the door, "Master, why are you here today? Are you feeling better?"

He Daqing smiled and nodded, "Yes, it's completely healed. I came to see you today and try your cooking skills."

He Yuzhu's face flushed slightly. He knew that his master had high expectations for him. These words were both encouragement and a test. He scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly: "Master, you have taught me so much. Today I will cook a meal for you. You must give me some advice."

He Daqing patted He Yuzhu's shoulder, a trace of relief flashed in his eyes, "Okay, I'm going to have a good taste today. But don't expect me to hold back, I'll still say what I need to say."

He Yuzhu smiled, but a heavy sense of responsibility was in his heart. He knew that this meal was not only for the health of the master, but also to verify his own progress during this period. He took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and then turned back to the kitchen to start preparing the dishes.

He Daqing stood quietly by, observing He Yuzhu's every move. He saw that He Yuzhu's cutting skills were very skillful, his movements were clean and neat, and he controlled the heat very accurately. Every step of the operation seemed steady and confident, and it was obvious that He Yuzhu had put in a lot of effort during this period.

He Yuzhu prepared a table of carefully selected dishes today, including traditional classic dishes and his own innovative dishes. He tried his best to show his learning and experience in each dish, hoping to get the chef's recognition and also hoping that the chef could point out his shortcomings.

As the dishes were served one by one, He Daqing carefully looked at each one, feeling both expectant and nervous. He picked up his chopsticks and first picked up a piece of braised pork made by He Yuzhu, put it in his mouth, and savored it carefully. The braised pork had a rich flavor, the meat was tender and melted in the mouth, and the heat and seasoning were just right. He Daqing nodded, feeling proud.