Siheyuan: Tanjia Cuisine He Daqing, destroying Yi Zhonghai

"Uncle, I know you've thought about her very carefully," He Yuzhu said slowly, his tone full of consolation, "but sometimes, too much worry will lead to missed opportunities. The White Widow is not such a fragile person. I think she knows her choice better than anyone else. If she is willing to accept your feelings, it means she has thought it through. If she is not willing, then you should respect her decision, so that at least you can give yourself an explanation."

He Daqing listened silently, and He Yuzhu's words hit him like a heavy hammer. He suddenly realized that his concerns all along might be a form of escape to some extent. He was afraid to face the true thoughts of the White Widow, and was afraid that after lifting the veil of uncertainty, he would see a result that he could not bear.

However, this escape did not make him feel at ease, but made him feel tortured every lonely night. He worked diligently all his life, working hard for his family and nephew, but in his heart he actually longed for his own happiness and longed to find a warm support in the second half of his life.

He Yuzhu saw his uncle's hesitation and knew that his words today had touched his heart. He didn't want to continue to force his uncle, but he didn't want to see him continue to be trapped in this tangled emotion.

"Uncle, let's go and talk to the White Widow tomorrow," He Yuzhu suddenly suggested, his tone firm, "I'll go with you, and if you need anything, I'll definitely stand by your side."

He Daqing was stunned by these words, and a warm current suddenly surged in his heart. He looked at He Yuzhu's firm eyes and suddenly felt a long-lost support and strength. This strength seemed to reduce his worries and give him more courage.

After a night of meditation, He Daqing's entanglements and emotions finally became clear. The next morning, he got up early, stood in the yard and took a deep breath, as if he had decided not to avoid his feelings anymore. He Yuzhu saw his uncle's expression and felt that he might have made up his mind.

However, just as He Daqing was about to take this step, an unexpected event caused him to fall into great shock and astonishment.

It was a quiet morning, and everyone in the courtyard was busy. He Daqing was preparing lunch in the kitchen as usual. While he was processing the ingredients, he was thinking about how to talk to the White Widow later. However, at this time, a piece of news spread throughout the courtyard - the true identity of the White Widow was far more than what everyone saw.

He Daqing only heard some vague rumors at first and didn't pay much attention to them, but as the news spread, he began to feel uneasy. These rumors were only scattered at first, but later gradually formed a complete picture, which made him completely confused and bewildered.

Some neighbors privately said that the White Widow's husband did not die accidentally, but because of a complicated dispute. There are many different opinions on the details, but they all have one common point - the White Widow has actually been hiding some unknown secrets, and her husband's death may not be as simple as it seems on the surface.

Even more shocking is that some even suggest that the White Widow holds some important resources and information, which may be directly related to her husband's death. As these rumors ferment, the image of the White Widow in the yard becomes vague and complicated, as if she is no longer the gentle and tough lonely woman, but a mysterious figure hiding unknown secrets.

When He Daqing heard these rumors, he was immediately confused and conflicted. He didn't want to believe them, but the details were so detailed that he couldn't ignore them. He began to recall every detail of his time with the White Widow, trying to find some clues to verify the truth of these rumors.

He remembered the politeness and kindness that Widow Bai had shown to her neighbors, her care for him and He Yuzhu, and her eyes that were always reserved and gentle. These memories made him unwilling to believe the rumors easily, but he also felt a little uneasy.

He Daqing pondered these questions for several days. His mood became extremely complicated. On the one hand, he still had deep feelings and respect for the White Widow, but on the other hand, those rumors were like a thorn that deeply pierced his heart and made him unable to rest easy.

Finally, He Daqing decided to go and ask for clarification himself. Although he was uneasy, he knew that he could not continue to be entangled in this unclear situation. He needed an answer, an explanation that would put him at ease.

That evening, He Daqing mustered up his courage and walked to the door of the White Widow. He raised his hand and wanted to knock on the door, but paused in mid-air. At this moment, his heart was in turmoil, he was afraid to know the truth, but also eager to know everything. He finally knocked on the door gently, his heart beating a little fast.

The door was opened quickly, and the White Widow appeared at the door. Seeing that it was He Daqing, she showed a hint of surprise on her face. She rarely saw He Daqing come to her on his own initiative, so his appearance at this moment seemed a little abrupt.

"Master He? Why are you here?" The White Widow asked with a smile, a hint of tenderness in her tone.

He Daqing looked at her face and was shaken again. Her expression was still so peaceful and natural, as if there was nothing unusual, which made him not know how to speak for a moment.

"White Widow, I have something to ask you," He Daqing said in a heavy tone, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes, "Can I come in and sit down?"

Widow Bai was obviously stunned for a moment. She saw the seriousness in He Daqing's expression and felt something was wrong. But she didn't say much, just nodded, stepped aside, and let He Daqing walk into the house.

The room was still clean and warm as always, with a few pots of green plants dotted on the windowsill and a faint fragrance in the air. He Daqing sat on a wooden chair, looked around, and felt a sense of familiarity and peace of mind. However, this peace of mind was soon diluted by the doubts deep in his heart.

The White Widow sat opposite him, looking at him calmly, as if waiting for him to speak. He Daqing was secretly thinking about how to ask, but he found that he couldn't directly tell him the contents of the rumors.

After a while, he finally made up his mind and whispered, "White Widow, there are some rumors in the yard these days. I heard something...about you and your husband. Do you know?"