Courtyard House: She got anxious when He Yushui wasn't licked.

A black talisman appeared in Wang Lin's hand.

Wang Lin silently recited the name of the person he was referring to: He Yuzhu.

The black unlucky charm disappeared.

He Yuzhu, who was in the cafeteria, suddenly shivered. He felt a little cold and wondered, "How could there be any wind in the cafeteria?"

Seeing He Yuzhu tremble, Ma Hua jokingly said, "Master, are you perhaps feeling weak?"

He Yuzhu is indeed a bit old, but he is very self-disciplined and never does anything like that, so it's impossible for him to be impotent. He raised his hand and smacked Ma Hua on the head, scolding him in annoyance, "I think you're the one who should take a good supplement."

Ma Hua covered his head and hid to one side, still muttering to himself, "I'm so weak, but I can't even say anything."

He Yuzhu got up to pour some water, but he sprained his back when he stood up too quickly. His expression changed instantly, and he held onto the chair to stay in one position.

Seeing He Yuzhu's expression, Qin Huairu quickly put down her chopsticks, stood up, and asked, "What's wrong?"

He Yuzhu, supporting his lower back, replied somewhat awkwardly, "I sprained my back by standing up too fast."

Qin Huairu didn't think anything of it. She said reproachfully, "How old are you? How can you get up so suddenly?"

He Yuzhu, who was used to chatting with Qin Huairu, said nonchalantly, "It's probably some kind of occupational hazard. Working as a chef, I always get back injuries."

Flipping a wok does require strength from the waist; calling it an occupational hazard seems plausible.

Wang Lin, who was eavesdropping at the window, covered his mouth and chuckled. He Yuzhu was quite good at shifting the blame; he clearly had a bad back, but he insisted on calling it an occupational hazard.

"Sister, when are we going back?" Qin Jingru put down her chopsticks after finishing her meal. She thought Sha Zhu was a good person, okay to be friends with, but she couldn't get past the mental hurdle of dating him.

"Are you full? Then let's head back first, so as not to make things difficult for Sha Zhu here." Qin Huairu's words sounded nice, but she really just didn't want to stay here.

He Yuzhu cleaned up the mess, and he felt that Qin Huairu's words made sense. He said, "I reckon the movie is almost over, so I should get busy too."

"Okay, then we'll go back and wait for you." Qin Huairu nodded, and she pulled Qin Jingru out.

He Yuzhu watched the Qin Huairu and Qin Jingru sisters leave, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

Seeing that his master seemed frozen in place, Ma Hua stepped forward, waved his hand in front of his face, and shouted, "Master, the person is gone, what are you still looking at?"

He Yuzhu snapped out of his daydream and kicked Ma Hua, cursing, "Hurry up and prepare some dishes. You'll have to learn a lot later. I, Shazhu, have never seen such a stupid apprentice as you."

"Yes, yes, Master."

In fact, Ma Hua is quite talented, but Ho Yu Chu kept telling him that it was useless; this kind of thing needs to be put into practice.

Whether it was due to a slip of the hand or not, the plate in He Yuzhu's hand slipped and broke.

He Yuzhu bent down to pick it up, but he hurt his back again because he bent too hard. He couldn't get up while he was still bent over, so he could only shout, "Ma Hua, hurry, hurry, I hurt my back again."

"Master, please sit down." Ma Hua quickly ran over and helped He Yuzhu sit down to rest.

After He Yuzhu sat down, he couldn't understand what was wrong with him today. Why did he keep hurting his back no matter what he did? Could it be that Qin Jingru was a bit of a jinx to him?

Although it was somewhat feudal and superstitious, He Yuzhu had no choice but to take this issue seriously.

Metaphysics, passed down from our ancestors, must have its reasons for existing.

After sitting for a few minutes, He Yuzhu felt that his back should no longer hurt, so he got up to prepare to heat the oil in the pan.

Unexpectedly, He Yuzhu slipped and did a split on the spot.

So what if he did the splits? At most he'd tear his balls, but He Yuzhu reached out and shoved the table, knocking over all the dishes.

All the food I painstakingly prepared has been ruined.

"Ma Hua, come help me up!" He Yuzhu didn't care about the food anymore; he felt pain in his legs, back, and all over his body.

"Master, what's wrong with you today? Are you feeling unwell?" Ma Hua jogged over and helped He Yuzhu up.

"Something's not right!" He Yuzhu felt that something was different today. Ever since that shiver just now, he felt that everything he did was particularly unlucky.

“Something’s not right!” Ma Hua felt that He Yuzhu was acting strangely today, saying things that were hard to understand.

He Yuzhu sat in a chair and looked at the mess on the floor, ordering Ma Hua, "Clean this up quickly."

Looking at the vegetables on the ground, Ma Hua felt it was a pity and said, "Master, the vegetables are all dirty, why don't we just leave them?"

He Yuzhu looked at the large clock in the cafeteria. Time was running out. He said to Ma Hua, "We can still use it if we wash it."

Ma Hua was in a dilemma. Wasn't cooking these unclean dishes just a way to cleanse the factory leaders' stomachs?

Seeing that Ma Hua was still hesitating, He Yuzhu said, "Don't worry, nothing will happen. I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong."

He Yuzhu didn't believe that "a little dirt won't make you sick." He thought, "How could a little bit of unclean food cause illness?"

Wang Lin looked at the time on his watch outside the window. Twenty minutes of his unlucky time had passed, and there were still forty minutes left.

A person close to the factory manager came to the kitchen and instructed, "The factory leaders have finished watching the movie, you can start cooking."

He Yushui smiled and nodded, replying, "Okay, let's start cooking."

Ma Hua placed the washed vegetables on the table, his face full of worry.

He Yuzhu started heating the pot, hoping to impress the factory leaders with this meal and get them a promotion and a raise!

Lost in thought, He Yuzhu began to drift off into his own world. He didn't even know what dish he was cooking. If he put in the wrong seasoning, the whole pot of food would be ruined.

Seeing that He Yuzhu was covered in cold sweat, Ma Hua asked, "Master, how about I cook it? You tell me how to do it."

He Yuzhu was also secretive when teaching his apprentice. Although Ma Hua was a decent person, there were many cases where the apprentice would starve while the master was teaching. So, apart from letting Ma Hua watch and learn more when cooking, He Yuzhu didn't teach him any practical skills. Naturally, Ma Hua's cooking skills didn't improve.

Chapter 35 Wang Lin's First Encounter with Yu Haitang

"This tastes... Master, the food is burnt."

Ma Hua asked what smelled, and he looked at the dish that He Yuzhu was cooking. However, He Yuzhu was distracted. He immediately stepped forward to stir-fry and salvage the situation, but it was too late.

The whole pot of vegetables was ruined.

"it's okay no problem."

He Yuzhu snapped out of his daze. Looking at the ruined pot of food, he began to panic. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a towel and forced himself to calm down.

Ma Hua poured He Yuzhu a glass of water.

He Yuzhu's hands were trembling when he took the water glass, which showed that he was not as calm as he appeared.

Seeing Ho Yu-chu's condition, Ma Hua was very anxious.

It wasn't that MCA was deliberately trying to impress Ho Yu-chu, but rather that they genuinely cared about Ho Yu-chu's health.

After hesitating for a moment, Ma Hua suggested, "How about we skip this meal, go back and get some rest, and let another chef cook it?"

He Yuzhu took a couple of sips of hot water to calm his nerves. He put down the glass and said, "Do it. Why shouldn't I do it? I don't know why I got distracted just now. I'll just reheat it."

Unable to dissuade Ho Yu-chu, Ma Hua could only get back to helping out and getting busy.

"He Yuzhu is still the same stubborn He Yuzhu!"

Wang Lin, standing outside the window, couldn't help but admire He Yuzhu's indomitable spirit; he wouldn't turn back until he hit a wall, and he wouldn't shed a tear until he saw the coffin.

When the factory leaders noticed that the food hadn't been served for a while, they sent someone to urge them to hurry up.

Xiao He entered the kitchen and saw He Yuzhu and Ma Hua smoking instead of cooking. He immediately scolded them, "What are you doing? Where's the food? The factory leaders are waiting!"

He Yuzhu was in a bad mood, and he retorted bluntly, "What's the rush? You can't eat good food if you're in a hurry. What's wrong with us having a smoke while we're preparing the food? If you want to eat, then wait. If you don't want to eat, then forget it."

"I can rest, but can't you finish cooking the dishes before you rest? It's been so long, more than half an hour, and not a single dish has been served." Xiao He was speechless. He Yuzhu's temper was too explosive. He had only asked a couple of questions, and the other party was like a powder keg ready to explode at the slightest provocation.

After finishing his cigarette, He Yuzhu threw the butt on the ground and stomped it out, then shouted, "Ma Hua, serve the factory leaders some cold dishes first."

Since he couldn't find the root of the problem, He Yuzhu could only resort to stalling tactics. He first served a few cold dishes to keep the factory leaders occupied, and he felt that things would get better.

Ma Hua carried out a plate of cucumber salad and served the dish himself.

Xiao He looked at the master and apprentice, his eyelids twitching. It was the first time he had ever heard of serving cold dishes first. Wasn't this ridiculous?

Sure enough, after Ma Hua brought in the cold dishes, Deputy Factory Director Li's expression changed.

Xu Damao looked at the cold dishes and stopped Ma Hua, saying, "Is that what idiot Zhu is going to do to fool the factory leaders with this cold dish?"

Knowing that Xu Damao didn't get along with his master, Ma Hua quickly said, "This isn't my master's dish. It's a cold dish I made to thank the factory leaders. My master's dish is later."

Secretary Yang said, "Good things come to those who wait. It's alright, we can wait a little longer."

Deputy Factory Director Li's expression softened somewhat, and he instructed Ma Hua, "Hurry up and tell your chef to cook faster, everyone is hungry."

"Sigh." Ma Hua agreed verbally, but actually lingered for ten minutes after returning and brought out another cold dish.

The factory leaders' expressions immediately turned sour.

You're a cook, and instead of cooking proper meals, you just try to fool us with two cold dishes. This is clearly showing you disrespect!

The third dish was a cold dish!

Deputy Factory Director Li pointed to the cold dishes that Ma Hua had served and asked, "Are these also cold dishes that your master specially sent to the factory leaders?"

Ma Hua shook his head and replied, "This was given to the factory leaders by my master and apprentice."

Just as Deputy Factory Director Li was about to slam his fist on the table and get angry, He Yuzhu's voice rang out from behind Ma Hua: "Chicken stew with mushrooms is here!"

"Master... Master, you've finally arrived." Ma Hua turned around tremblingly and saw He Yuzhu carrying a pot of fragrant chicken stew with mushrooms to save the day.

"Don't worry, your master is here." After feeling the cold sensation on his body disappear, He Yuzhu started cooking without stopping, and everything went smoothly.

Once the unlucky charm's time was up, He Yuzhu's work naturally went smoothly.

Outside the canteen, Wang Lin glanced at his watch. The unlucky charm had expired, and he felt much better. Humming a little tune, he walked towards the place in the factory yard where movies were being shown.

By then the movie had long ended, and the factory workers and their families had all gone home.

Lou Xiao'e, Chen Amao, Wang Beibei, and Wang Baobao are still waiting for Wang Lin at the same spot.

An hour passed, and there was still no sign of Wang Lin.

Lou Xiao'e couldn't wait any longer. Fearing something might happen to Wang Lin, she said to Chen Amao, "Amao, keep an eye on these two kids. I'm going to look for Wang Lin near the restroom."

Chen Amao nodded, standing closely behind the two little ones, holding one's hand with his left hand and the other's hand with his right.

Just as Lou Xiao'e turned around, Wang Lin finally appeared.

Wang Lin stood there with his hands in his pockets, looking completely nonchalant.

Once Wang Lin arrived, Lou Xiao'e asked, "Are you lost?"

Wang Lin shrugged and said, "No!"