Courtyard House: New Life, New Silly Zhu

Chapter 110

When He Yuzhu got up the next morning, he saw He Yushui making breakfast in the kitchen.

However, her sister-in-law Yang Lifang was still helping her in the kitchen. For a moment, it was hard to tell whether Yang Lifang was making breakfast or He Yushui was making it.

But He Yuzhu didn't care. As long as He Yushui could get up early to help, that was enough. There was no need to worry about these things.

In his view, a child's outlook on life needs to be cultivated from a young age, and this cannot be excused by the fact that she is too young and does not understand.

He Yushui's words last night had already alerted him that he could no longer indulge her, otherwise she would become a lazy girl who loves to eat and do nothing.

This is not a good name. He Yushui's reputation as an ingrate in later generations also started from these small things.

"Brother, how do you think I chopped these vegetables?" He Yushui brought over a plate of pickled vegetables.

He Yuzhu rolled his eyes and said speechlessly to He Yushui, "You little brat, what's so great about cutting these pickled vegetables?"

"Where's the bragging? I just wanted you to see how finely it's chopped." He Yushui pointed to the dish of pickled vegetables and showed it to He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu rummaged through it a few times and then said, "It's alright, it's cut quite finely."

"That's it?" He Yushui stared wide-eyed at He Yuzhu.

"Rain, I admit you have talent," He Yuzhu said. "However, that's not enough. Just like this small dish of pickled vegetables, if I were to cut it, I would cut the roots thinner, but the leaves thicker. Sometimes, a chef's knife skills can be seen from these small details."

He Yuzhu was earnestly teaching He Yushui, and this would continue not only in the present but also in future generations.

As many people have said, why do chefs need to learn knife skills when there are graters?

Different vegetables require different cutting methods, so generalizations cannot be made. Even cutting chives has its own rules.

He Yushui nodded repeatedly. It wasn't that she didn't understand the principle, but she knew that if she didn't nod, her brother would probably continue to lecture her.

Seeing He Yushui like this, He Yuzhu didn't say anything more. After all, he was counting on He Yushui to get into a vocational school, and that would be enough for him.

Time flies, the years are like a shuttle.

Autumn has arrived in the blink of an eye, and people are wrapping themselves up tightly in scarves.

It's not because it's cold, although the weather has indeed gotten cooler, but more importantly, it's to protect against sand. The autumn wind can blow sand so hard that people can't open their eyes.

At this time, the autumn boundary in Beijing was still very clear, unlike later on, when it felt like winter had arrived directly after autumn, and you couldn't feel it at all.

However, at this time of year, the weather becomes very dry, the skin becomes dehydrated, and even the lips crack, which is very uncomfortable and a little painful.

So these past few days, after getting up, He Yuzhu has had snow cream applied to his face by Yang Lifang. It feels like his face is covered in oil, which is very uncomfortable, but there's no other way to prevent dryness.

However, autumn is a good time for He Yuzhu, a chef, especially since he works as the head chef at the factory.

"Pillar, as usual, there will be a welcome dinner tonight."

As soon as He Yuzhu arrived at the factory, Director Zhang pulled him outside and gave him instructions with a smile.

This wasn't a special Saturday meal for experts; it was a daily special meal for leading cadres.

This period was the planned economy era, and materials were allocated according to plan. In order to obtain materials outside the plan, it was necessary to treat others to meals.

He Yuzhu, the head chef at the steel rolling mill, played a significant role.

At least among the factories in Beijing, He Yuzhu's hospitality meals were quite famous.

"Okay, no problem. Director, what standard will the hospitality be tonight?" He Yuzhu asked with a smile.

"The standard is eight dishes and one soup," Director Zhang said.

At that time, there was no regulation that entertaining guests could only consist of four dishes and one soup, so when slightly higher-ranking leaders came to the factory, the minimum was eight dishes and one soup.

However, this is indeed a good thing for He Yuzhu, because only in this way can He Yuzhu get more lunch boxes.

Unlike the protagonists in fan fiction, his warehouse is just a static space; although it can hold a lot of things, it cannot be used for farming or raising chickens.

Therefore, he valued these lunchboxes very much, as they would be his primary source of food for the next three years.

As for whether he can go to the countryside to purchase goods, it can only be said that the power of the unified sales and purchase system is still there, and he doesn't have the guts to do so.

Another option is to buy grain at negotiated prices, but this grain is not easy to buy. If you buy too much, others will ask questions, and if you buy too little, it's not worth it.

Of course, He Yuzhu wouldn't let this opportunity pass him by. Every time he went to buy grain, he would buy all the grain and then buy some more at a negotiated price.

Fortunately, He Yuzhu married a woman who had a job in the city and also had a food ration ration. The combined food rations for the three of them were enough to feed them.

After Director Zhang finished giving his instructions, He Yuzhu returned to the cafeteria.

For months, He Yuzhu still habitually went to the counter to chop vegetables.

This was a job usually done by kitchen helpers, but He Yuzhu still did it with great enthusiasm. It was not just a job, but also a whetstone to hone his knife skills.

Of course, he wasn't just chopping vegetables like that; he was also teaching the kitchen helpers how to chop them.

After all, he still needs their help with the special cooking every night; otherwise, it would be too foolish for him to handle a whole table of dishes by himself.

Just as He Yuzhu was cutting with great enthusiasm, Old Ma walked over.

"Master He, are you chopping vegetables again?" Old Ma said.

He Yuzhu glanced at Lao Ma: "What's wrong, Lao Ma? Why are you suddenly concerned about me chopping vegetables today? When haven't I chopped vegetables?"

Old Ma chuckled, "Today's different. There's a movie tonight, did you know?"

He Yuzhu stopped chopping vegetables and looked at Lao Ma in confusion: "There's a movie tonight? What movie? No, even if there is a movie, I can't see it. I have to entertain guests tonight."

Hearing him say he would be doing the hosting, Old Ma showed a hint of envy. However, he knew he couldn't possibly be envious, so he continued with the original topic.

"I know, but you married a woman, aren't you going to tell her and invite her to the movies?" Old Ma said to He Yuzhu after taking a sip of tea.

Upon hearing this, He Yuzhu slapped his forehead. Oh well, he had to entertain guests today and couldn't go back this afternoon to inform Xiaofang and Yushui.

So he immediately put down the knife he was chopping vegetables and said to Lao Ma, "Lao Ma, you keep doing this for me while I go find someone to inform my family."

7

After saying that, He Yuzhu left, leaving Lao Ma standing there with a wry smile. However, he didn't say anything and continued chopping the vegetables that He Yuzhu hadn't finished chopping.

However, soon, a kitchen helper took over Lao Ma's knife. Unlike He Yuzhu, Lao Ma was a proper and disciplined master chef, and they dared not let him do these kinds of work easily.