Quick Transmigration: Learning Makes Me Improve

1950 October.

He Yuzhu graduated from junior high school.

He Yushui is six years old and preparing to start primary school.

He Daqing confessed to his siblings that he was getting married.

Actually, I was mainly talking to the rain.

He Yuzhu already knew.

"Pillar, rainwater."

You are fifteen years old and six years old.

They all know what's going on.

It wasn't easy for me to raise you all to adulthood.

Your mother has been gone for so long.

I should also think about the rest of my life; I need a companion.

It's not that I'm afraid you won't take care of me in my old age.

Everyone needs a companion who understands and cares for them.

last year.

My father met a woman from Shijiazhuang who had lost her husband.

With a little girl, slightly smaller than a raindrop.

Dad has made up his mind; he wants to marry her.

The wedding is on the 15th.

If you'd like, you can call her Mom.

If you don't want to, then just call her Auntie.

I'll bring them back tomorrow to meet you all.

After saying that, he looked at his two children.

I hope to gain their understanding.

He Yuzhu asked the rain with a smile:

"Rain, Dad says he wants to find us a mother, do you agree?"

He Daqing glared at him.

Then gently picked up the rain.

"Rain, Dad won't abandon you."

After she arrives, there will be one more person to take care of you.

I'll cook for you, dress you, comb your hair, buy you clothes, take you out to play, and protect you from being bullied.

You will have another younger sister.

I'll play with you and go to school with you.

OK?"

Listening to his father's grandiose promises, Rainwater innocently asked:

"Will you take care of me like Aunt Cuilan did?"

Aunt Cuilan is Yi Zhonghai's wife.

Her name is Liu Cuilan.

Rainwater has been under her care since she was a child.

At this time, He Yushui had not yet suffered the beatings in the courtyard and had a good impression of Liu Cuilan.

"Yes, and she'll be even better than your Aunt Cuilan."

He Daqing assured.

However, the brain circuitry of rainwater is somewhat peculiar.

"Then why don't you just marry Aunt Cuilan, Dad?"

Anyway, she doesn't have any children.

They'll still treat me well then.

Upon hearing this...

He Yuzhu burst out laughing, spraying the tea in his mouth all over He Daqing's face.

He Daqing was stunned.

Should I marry Liu Cuilan?

Then... Yi Zhonghai, could you please just die?

He was momentarily speechless.

But upon closer reflection...

The rain was right.

Liu Cuilan had no children, and Yushui felt that she would treat her well.

What about Zhang Zhaodi?

She has her own daughter, married him, and had another child.

Will the rainwater be treated equally?

Is the rain worried about this?

However, it seems that Yi Zhonghai's wife is quite good-looking.

He's just a little older.

It might be even more appealing if Yi Zhonghai weren't there.

Then he started having wild fantasies.

He was woken up by He Yushui's slap.

I spent most of the night trying to soothe her.

In short.

He Daqing managed to calm the rain down.

The marriage is a done deal.

The next morning.

He Daqing tidied himself up nicely.

He shaved his head and trimmed his beard.

I made sure I was clean and tidy.

He changed into a dark blue Cossack shirt, black work pants, and new black canvas shoes.

Hey, he looks like a spirited young man in his forties.

With He Yuzhu and He Yushui causing trouble.

The He family's house has already been tidied up.

Waiting for guests to arrive.

He Daqing couldn't wait.

He went and led the way himself.

He Yuzhu was assigned to be in charge of the kitchen by He Daqing.

Tsk.

The exploitation of child labor is a violation of the law.

Grandpa is only fifteen years old.

They'll have to face the realities of life, and the nauseatingly sweet romance of their biological parents and stepmothers.

He Daqing prepared a very generous amount of ingredients.

He Yuzhu took a look.

Braised Three Whites, Braised Shark Fin, Braised Oxtail, and Braised Pork Intestines, plus a clay pot of pickled radish and old duck soup.

Not bad, not bad.

Old He prepared for today's "meeting banquet".

A lot of effort was put into it.

Many time-consuming and laborious food preparation tasks have been completed.

"It saved me a lot of trouble," He Yuzhu thought to himself.

He first picked up the pot of braised shark fin soup.

The soup has a rich, dark color.

It was obvious that He Daqing had been keeping them hanging for a long time.

The shark fin itself has been properly soaked and softened.

He Yuzhu didn't need to taste it.

With a sweep of his divine sense, he could perceive the degree to which the various umami flavors in the broth had blended together.

"It's not quite cooked enough; the sweetness of the dried scallops hasn't fully melded yet."

He understood.

My fingertip lightly touched the edge of the casserole.

It was as if an invisible little hand was stirring and adjusting the heat inside the pot.

Then add the soaked shark fin and cover with a lid.

Simmer over a low flame.

Soon, a rich and exotic fragrance filled the air.

Next is the Nine-Turned Large Intestine.

He Daqing has completed the tedious cleaning, boiling, and initial frying.

He Yuzhu heated oil in a wok until it reached 70% of its maximum temperature.

Then add the large intestine pieces and fry them again, instantly releasing their caramelized aroma.

Then pour out the remaining oil.

Add the caramel coloring, spice packet, and stock prepared by He Daqing.

With a slight flick of his wrist, the iron pot seemed weightless in his hand.

The large intestine pieces tumble evenly in the thick broth, absorbing the essence of the five flavors.

A powerful aroma bursts forth, intertwining with the rich fragrance of shark fin, yet without clashing.

Braised oxtail is even simpler.

He Daqing even braised the oxtail until it was almost tender.

He Yuzhu simply needs to transfer it to a wok and reduce the sauce over high heat.

He carefully controlled the heat, ensuring the broth clung tightly to each trembling piece of oxtail.

The collagen is fully revealed, and a rich meaty aroma, along with the savory flavor of the sauce, rises up.

The chicken slices, fish slices, and bamboo shoot slices for the "Three Whites" stew have all been sliced ​​and blanched in oil and are ready to serve.

He Yuzhu started a separate business.

Add the fermented rice wine sauce prepared by He Daqing.

The moment the juice boils.

He poured in the three white ingredients, flicked his wrist, and the sauce evenly coated the ingredients.

A delicate steam carrying the aroma of wine hissed as it rose.

Finally, there's a clay pot soup with pickled radish and old duck.

The old duck and pickled radish have been simmered for a long time.

The soup is milky white and has a tangy aroma.

He Yuzhu simply needs to reheat it to a boil and then sprinkle a few goji berries on top as a garnish.

The appetizing sour aroma blends perfectly with the rich flavor of duck meat, making your mouth water just by smelling it.

The light rain was like a kitten following a scent.

I crept from the inner room to the kitchen doorway.

Clinging to the door frame, she watched longingly as her brother's movements, seemingly casual yet fluid and graceful.

And those pots and stoves emitting tempting steam.

"Brother...it smells so good..."

He Yushui sniffed hard.

The little girl covered her rumbling stomach with her hands.

"That chicken wing, and the intestines... can I sneak a bite?" she pleaded pitifully.

He Yuzhu took in his sister's greedy look and laughed:

"Hey little glutton, here's one for you, watch out, it's hot."

As he spoke, he picked up an empty bowl, scooped out a chicken wing and a piece of sausage, and handed it to her.

Rainwater happily held its bowl.

"My brother is so nice."

at the same time.

The aroma wafting from the Ho family kitchen.

She seduced the gluttons in the compound like a fairy.

"What is He Daqing doing? Is he giving up on life?"

The front yard, the Yan family's house.

Yan Bugui's wife, Yang Ruihua, looked enviously toward the Intermediate People's Court.

Yan Jiecheng, who was playing with ants, looked up and said,

Mom, the food at the He family's house smells so good.

When will you make some for us too?

Yang Ruihua is breastfeeding her second son, Yan Jiekuang, who was born this year.

He waved his hand impatiently.

"All you ever do is eat."

Your dad said, "You won't get poor from eating or dressing; it's not that you'll get poor from not knowing how to manage your money."

How old are you? Don't you know how to learn?

……

But then again.

He Daqing's cooking skills are really good.

This smells delicious; it should be eaten with rice.

Otherwise it would be a waste.

Yan Jiecheng gave his mother a displeased look.

All they do is lecture me.

You yourself said it smells really good.

"Mom, I just saw He Daqing go out."

They were dressed in brand new clothes.

This must have been made by Brother Zhu.

Are you serious?

That idiot... Pillar is really something else.

Wait a minute, He Daqing went out wearing a brand new outfit.

Where did you go?

Intermediate People's Court.

Jia Zhangshi's eyes almost jumped into the pot in front of He Yuzhu.

She twitched her nostrils.

Chewing on the invisible chunks of meat in the air.

backyard.

The deaf old lady was using a cane.

They walked towards the He family's residence.

"Grandson, what did you make? It smells so good!"

She peeked into the kitchen and saw He Yuzhu busy at work by himself.

A smile as bright as a chrysanthemum bloomed on her face.

"Grandma, this was all prepared by my father."

He's getting married.

Today, I and Yushui went to see our stepmother.

Upon hearing this, the deaf old woman...

stunned.

"Ah... um... getting married, getting married is good."

It's time to find one.

By the way, did you hear what your dad said?

What's the last name of the woman he's going to marry?

He Yuzhu remained calm and composed.

"What's your last name? I don't know."

The smile on the deaf old woman's face disappeared and then reappeared.

Then he turned around and left.

They even forgot why they came here.

He Yuzhu stood in the kitchen, his divine sense enveloping the area.

The deaf old woman had a gloomy face.

"No, no, what happened to Zhonghai?"