Courtyard House: Passing through the Silly Pillar, Activating the Blessed Cave Heaven

6

When He Daqing went to work, he always brought He Yushui to the steel rolling mill to take care of her.

I had just finished getting dressed when the door was pushed open.

A man who looked remarkably like Su Daqiang walked in, holding a beautifully sculpted little girl in his arms; it was He Yushui.

"Zhu Zi, has your fever gone down? How are you feeling now?" He Daqing asked, his tone filled with concern.

"Hmm, the fever has stopped, so it should be fine now."

"Dad, what are we having for dinner tonight?" He Yuzhu tried his best to imitate the original owner's tone.

"Go cook some corn porridge first, then heat up these two lunch boxes." He Daqing handed over two lunch boxes.

He Yuzhu took the lunchbox, lit the coal stove, and began cooking.

While he was cooking corn porridge, he opened his lunchbox—one box contained stir-fried shredded potatoes, another contained hot and sour cabbage, and there were a few steamed buns next to it.

Judging by the quantity, there's definitely some food in those two boxes for tomorrow morning; it's a family tradition.

Judging from the aroma of the food, it's probably not just the cafeteria's mass-produced dishes, but rather cooked by He Daqing himself.

He Daqing sat in the official's hat chair in the main room, leisurely drinking tea.

After the corn porridge was cooked, He Yuzhu served the food and called to He Yushui, who was playing on the ground, "Yushui, stop playing and come wash your hands and eat."

He Yushui obediently ran over, and He Yuzhu poured some hot water, tested the water temperature, put the basin on the ground, and washed her hands.

After washing her hands, He Yushui immediately ran to He Daqing's side and reached out her little hands for a hug.

He Daqing picked her up, let her sit on his lap, and handed her a steamed bun.

He Yuzhu put down the basin, sat down, picked up the bowl, and took a sip of the corn porridge. It tasted sweet and mellow, and was quite good.

He took another bite of the cornbread, which was mixed with some sorghum flour, making it slightly rough but still acceptable.

He picked up a piece of shredded potato with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth. It tasted much better than what he had made in his previous life. No wonder he was the head chef of the Beiping Hotel.

"Dad, I'm done eating. I'll go wash the pot first. Call me when you're done." He Yuzhu picked up the bowl, walked to the stove, put the bowl into the wok, and carried the wok to the pond in the yard.

As he walked, he looked around the courtyard house, which felt both familiar and unfamiliar.

It felt familiar because the original owner of this body grew up here and knew every plant and tree in the yard like the back of his hand; it felt strange because, as a transmigrator, everything in front of him seemed so new.

After washing the pots and pans, He Yuzhu returned to the house, put the bowls in the cupboard, and put the iron pot back on the stove to dry it to prevent it from rusting.

After the steam in the pot had evaporated completely, he put the kettle on the stove, preparing to boil some hot water to fill the thermos.

"Zhu Zi, I'm finished eating. Come and clean up." He Daqing's voice came from behind.

He Yuzhu responded and walked to the dining table, cleared away the bowls and plates, covered the steamed bun basket with a cloth, and took the tableware to the sink to wash.

At this time, the neighbors also finished eating and came over to wash the dishes.

He Yuzhu simply greeted them and then returned home.

He put the washed dishes and chopsticks away properly, picked up a rag to wipe the table clean, and just as he washed and hung the rag up, he heard He Daqing call him.

"Zhu Zi, come here and I need to talk to you about something."

Hearing the sound, He Yuzhu came to the dining table, pulled over a stool, and sat down.

"The New Year is coming soon, and you'll be twelve years old after the New Year."

I asked someone to find you an apprenticeship at Fengzeyuan.

Although our family has a tradition of Tan family cuisine, and I will teach you sooner or later, you know the rules—you cannot make a living with this skill outside without the permission of the Tan family.