Courtyard House: My Wife is Xu Huizhen

"Yes, I've only been here for a month."

Zhang Zusheng didn't ask any more questions and turned to leave.

He Yuzhu was a little confused, not knowing what he meant by asking this.

Although everyone works together in the kitchen, there are still specific divisions of labor.

The concepts of junior chef, intermediate chef, and senior chef were only introduced in the 80s.

The 10-level professional system was only implemented after the public-private partnership, when chefs were graded and their wages were determined.

Currently, it is still a privately owned restaurant, and the kitchen is generally divided into a main stove, a second stove, a third stove, helpers, and apprentices.

He Yuzhu's master chef, Hong Henian, was skilled in Sichuan cuisine and earned his salary as a chef.

My senior apprentice, Ye Xiangqun, was in the second kitchen. Wang Song's knife skills were even worse than mine, but he was already an assistant.

He Yuzhu has only been here for a month and is still an apprentice. He should be paid 10 yuan a month, but he leaves at 5 pm every day and can only get half.

Is Zhang Zusheng going to give himself a raise?

He Yuzhu only thought about it for a moment before dismissing the idea.

I don't care about a raise or a raise, as long as I can make cold dishes here.

Now that Zhang Zusheng had agreed, He Yuzhu stopped hiding anything.

I took several large bowls and made extra of all the commonly used seasonings so that I wouldn't have to prepare each one separately.

After picking up the cold dish, simply scoop two spoonfuls of broth into it, stir it, and a serving of cold dish is ready.

This makes the food preparation process faster.

During the afternoon break, Hong Henian called He Yuzhu over and carefully inquired about the morning's events.

He Yuzhu recounted the whole story in detail.

Hong Henian didn't say much, but praised He Yuzhu for his skill, saying that the cold dishes he prepared were indeed very good.

Finally, he instructed, "Memorize this cold dish recipe carefully, and don't tell anyone, understand? This is a family heirloom."

Then he gave some examples of how people in the past went through great hardships to learn skills.

Although the profession of chef is humble and has a low social status, the fact that a chef could starve to death since ancient times is already an extreme case.

Having superb culinary skills and recipes can guarantee that one's descendants will live a comfortable life.

He Daqing has already run away, and He Yuzhu is only 16 years old now. Hong Henian emphasized this point to prevent He Yuzhu's formula from being tricked by others.

"I know my master won't easily tell others."

Hong Henian also taught He Yuzhu some key points about making braised dishes. Since He Yuzhu is currently good at making cold dishes, he can't learn to stir-fry dishes for a while. It's a good time for him to learn how to make roast meats instead.

A chef must be proficient in all the processes in the kitchen. The seven major job categories are interdependent, and none of them can be lacking; otherwise, one cannot exist as an independent head chef.

As it was time to leave work, He Yuzhu made a lot of several kinds of soup sauces and then taught Wang Song which kind of cold dishes each soup sauce corresponded to, so that the taste of the cold dishes in the evening would not change.

After giving his instructions, He Yuzhu left the kitchen, still feeling somewhat annoyed as he left the alley.

There are definitely more people eating there at night. I left the restaurant at 5 pm, so I missed out on gaining experience points at night.

You can lose more than 100 experience points in a day, and the more experience you lose in the long run.

However, there is a 7-year-old girl named He Yushui at home, and they do not want to hand her over to the deaf old lady or Aunt Yi to take care of.

This way, I'll owe them a debt of gratitude, and I'll have to repay it with meat myself later.

After walking only a few steps, a system message suddenly popped up in my field of vision:

[Chef Experience +1]

He Yuzhu stopped abruptly, his mind blank. How could walking increase his chef experience?

Before I could figure out what was going on, another notification appeared in front of me:

[Chef Experience +1]

Now He Yuzhu is at least certain that he can't gain chef experience just by walking around.

It becomes clear after a moment's thought: I left the prepared broth there, and Wang Song must have used it to make a cold dish.

The system automatically credits the experience to itself, and the most important part of making cold dishes is preparing the broth.

Once you have a guess, you stop worrying about it; after all, it's a good thing for you.

He Yuzhu happily returned to the courtyard house, and upon entering the central courtyard, he saw a bustling scene.

Some furniture had already been piled up in the courtyard, and Yi Zhonghai, Aunt Yi, and Jia Dongxu were moving things out of the west wing.

The three people had large and small items in their hands, but Granny Zhang stood by and directed, without actually moving anything herself.

He Yuzhu shook his head. This old woman was really lazy, but it wasn't his business, so he didn't say anything more.

Just as he was about to enter his room, he saw He Yushui coming out of the west wing carrying a square stool.

He Yuzhu was furious and shouted, "Yushui, who told you to do the work?"

Chapter 39 The Jia Family's Forty-Year-Old Child

He Yushui turned around and saw that it was her brother who had returned, carrying fish in his hand. She said happily, "Brother, look, I can work now."

Judging from her expression, it was as if she had done something amazing and was just waiting for He Yuzhu to praise her!

He Yuzhu felt a little sorry for her. This child was only 7 years old. If she wanted to do chores, she had plenty of things to do at home. Why did she go to the Jia family to help them move things?

Although He Yuzhu was angry, he knew he couldn't criticize He Yushui, otherwise he wouldn't know what was right and wrong in the future.

He quickly went over to her, took the stool from her hand, sat down, and reached out to wipe the dust off her little face.

"Rain is great, it can even help with chores. How about I cook fish for you today?"

"Great! Great! Brother's fish is the best!" He Yushui's face lit up with joy.

He Yuzhu then asked, "Who told you to move things?"

He Yushui tilted her head and said, "It's Aunt Zhang."

If Aunt Yi asked He Yuzhu to do some work within his ability, He Yuzhu would reluctantly agree. But why should Granny Zhang order Yushui to do the work?

Besides, Granny Zhang herself was just standing there doing nothing.

Granny Zhang was still standing at her own doorway with her back to the south when she heard He Yushui mention her. She turned around and saw that He Yuzhu had returned.

Just as he was about to enter the house, He Yuzhu asked, "Grandma Zhang, why do you expect rainwater to do chores for your family?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I didn't."

Granny Zhang immediately denied it, secretly cursing her bad luck. She had only been teasing He Yushui, but who knew He Yushui would actually do it so obediently.

Knowing how formidable He Yuzhu was, Granny Zhang declared in advance: "I didn't hit your sister, so you can't wrong me."

Just then, Yi Zhonghai finished carrying his things out and straightened his back, saying, "Zhu Zi, you're back. Don't worry, Aunt Zhang definitely didn't catch any rainwater."

He Yuzhu questioned, "Is it okay if we don't pour rainwater? She's only a 7-year-old child, and she's expected to help you with the work?"

Yi Zhonghai said somewhat awkwardly, "It's not really work. It's just that kids are doing what they can. Isn't that normal?"

He Yushui then raised her small face and said, "Brother, I might do it."

“You’re a good kid, but some people don’t do things right.”

He Yuzhu first lowered his head and spoke the first half to the rain, then looked up and stared at Yi Zhonghai and spoke the second half.

Yi Zhonghai said angrily, "He Yuzhu, explain yourself clearly. Where did I do something wrong?"

"You're really something? You're making a 7-year-old do chores?"

He Yuzhu actually knew that at this age, the child was not delicate. He was growing wildly and unruly, and the child was not treated like a precious egg to be held in the hands of someone who was afraid of dropping the child or keeping the child in the mouth for fear of melting the child.

He was just saying that on purpose.

Yi Zhonghai was furious: "Whose child doesn't do chores at seven years old?"

He Yuzhu pointed at Granny Zhang and said, "Yi Zhonghai, open your eyes and look! The Jia family's children are all over 40 years old, and they don't do any work!"

Not only was Yi Zhonghai dumbfounded, but even Aunt Yi and Jia Dongxu next to him were dumbfounded.

None of the three expected He Yuzhu to say such a thing.

"You..." Yi Zhonghai didn't know what to say.

Granny Zhang clearly didn't expect the fire to burn her; she had only been shirking her duties once, yet He Yuzhu had called her a child in her forties.

She blushed instantly, and her words came out weakly: "Why should you tell me what to do? I just did it too, I was just taking a break."

"I don't care whether you do it or not?"

He Yuzhu didn't want to get involved in her affairs, and holding He Yushui's hand, he said:

"Let's go, we won't let them do it. Have you forgotten about the time she hit you the other day?"

Children forget things easily. If someone cries a few days ago and no one mentions it, the matter will be forgotten.

Now that He Yuzhu said that, He Yushui immediately remembered the time when she was beaten down by Granny Zhang.

Her little face immediately turned unhappy, and she looked a little angry: "Yeah, I won't work for their family. Aunt Zhang beat me and made me cry."