Siheyuan: The eldest brother of the He family, abuses Shazhu at the beginning

As Bang Geng ran away, another figure stumbled out of the kitchen door.

It was really Xu Damao who was so foul-mouthed just now.

Xu Damao's right eye was black, there was a fist mark on his face, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

Xu Damao stood up and ran like Banggeng while uttering harsh words.

"He Yuliang, just wait. If I don't take revenge, I, Xu Damao, will take your surname."

He Yuzhu looked at Xu Damao who was running away speechlessly, then turned to He Yuliang and said:

"Brother, you're being too harsh. Xu Damao's grandson is not a good person. He will probably make things difficult for us in the future."

"What are you afraid of? If an enemy comes, we will fight him. If water comes, we will block it with earth. It's Xu Damao's fault for his dirty mouth. If he dares to do anything, I will beat him up."

He Yuzhu thought about it and felt that what his elder brother said made some sense. He had been beating Xu Damao for so many years, but he had never seen him do anything to him.

Besides, I don’t like him anyway, so I might as well beat him up.

Thinking of this, I suddenly understood and turned back to the kitchen.

But as soon as he returned, his disciple Ma Hua ran to He Yuzhu with an anxious look on his face and said:

"Master, this is bad. I was startled by the uncle's action just now, and accidentally touched the soy sauce. Now the rice in the pot is all covered with soy sauce. I can't eat it."

"What did you say?! Didn't I tell you to be careful? How could this happen?"

Hearing Ma Hua's words, He Yuzhu could no longer hold back. This meal was prepared for Director Yang, and he heard that other important leaders would be coming to dinner, so there couldn't be any mistakes.

But now it would be useless even if he scolded Ma Hua to death. It was too late to make a new pot. He Yuzhu was so anxious that he paced around the kitchen, trying to find a solution.

"How about letting me try?"

At this moment, a voice was heard and He Yuzhu's body froze instantly. He turned around to look at the person who made the voice, only to find that it was none other than his good brother He Yuliang.

His hope was dashed in an instant, and he said to He Yuliang speechlessly:

"Brother, please stop making trouble, okay? How can I not know how much you weigh?"

"Hey, how can you talk to your eldest brother like that? Don't forget, I am the first inheritor of our Tan family cuisine. Do you think your brother can't cook?"

Yes, a gleam of light suddenly flashed in He Yuzhu's eyes.

As the eldest son, my dead father would definitely teach him everything he knew. I have only learned the basics and have this skill. There is no reason why my eldest brother, who has inherited the true skills, would have poor skills.

After thinking this through, He Yuzhu came to He Yuliang, held He Yuliang's hands, and said tenderly:

"Brother, I entrust all my hopes to you."

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

He Yuliang pulled his hand out of He Yuzhu's hand without leaving a trace, and wiped his body twice.

Then he picked up the chef's hat that was placed aside and put it on his head. He walked to the middle of the rice that had turned pitch black and began to ponder.

After a while, He Yuliang thought of a remedy.

I saw He Yuliang pouring some oil into an empty pot, and then beat a few eggs into it.

After frying the eggs with a spatula, throw the rice into the pan, add a few seasonings, and start frying with the spatula.

He Yuzhu and Ma Hua, who were standing by, were stunned by He Yuliang's skillful movements.

What Ma Hua was thinking was:

"I didn't expect that Master Uncle Ai can cook. Judging from his movements, he is an expert at cooking."

He Yuzhu's thoughts were much simpler:

"Oh my god, I didn't expect that big brother can actually cook. Why did he pretend that he couldn't cook before? Is he just being lazy?"

He Yuliang didn't know what the two were thinking. He was now focusing all his attention on controlling the temperature of the fire in front of him.

Otherwise the heat will be too high and the aroma of the soy sauce in the rice will evaporate. Otherwise, only the bitter taste of the soy sauce will remain, and the dish will be a failure.

Soon, He Yuliang's soy sauce fried rice was ready. He poured the rice from the pot into a bowl. A fragrant aroma came to his face and soon filled the entire kitchen.

Ma Hua and He Yu Shui swallowed their saliva when they smelled the aroma. They ran to the plate at the same time and saw the brown fried rice. It seemed as if they could see golden light emitting from it.

No, there really seems to be light.

He Yuzhu rubbed his eyes, and the golden light disappeared.

He poked Ma Hua, who was drooling, and asked uncertainly:

"Ma Hua, did you see that this fried rice seemed to be glowing?"

"No, Master, you must have seen it wrong. Besides, fried rice is not a flashlight, how can it glow?"

After listening to Ma Hua's words, He Yuzhu felt that there was some truth in them, so he regarded the light as his own illusion and put it out of his mind.

Only He Yuliang, who was standing aside, wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

He Yuliang knew that the light was not an illusion, but was caused by He Yuliang accidentally using too much force when he used his god-level cooking skills for the first time.

"Um, Uncle Master, can I try this fried rice?"

"Brother, I want to try it and see how it tastes."

Seeing the eager eyes of the two, He Yuliang felt a little funny. He waved his hand and said generously:

"Try it. It's not something expensive. I'll show you how good my cooking is. Remember not to eat too much. This is for the leaders."

When He Yuzhu and Ma Hua heard what He Yuliang said, they immediately cheered, took out two spoons from somewhere, scooped two spoonfuls from the plate, and put them in their mouths impatiently.

The aroma of rice mixed with the salty taste of soy sauce instantly explodes on the tongue, and the taste brought by the egg makes the whole fried rice rise to more than one level.

After swallowing the fried rice in his mouth, He Yuzhu used amazing willpower to resist the urge to pick up the plate of fried rice and show off.

He also slapped Ma Hua, who had quietly reached out his hand, on the back of his head, and said to He Yuliang with some resentment:

"Brother, you can cook, and you cook so well. Why didn't you tell us that you can do this before?"

Facing He Yuzhu's resentful eyes, He Yuliang touched the back of his head and laughed.

"I'm not doing this just to train you. Besides, I wasn't this good before. I just had an epiphany not long ago."

"No more talking. Zhuzi, go serve the dishes. I'll be leaving first."

After saying that, without caring about He Yuzhu's reaction, he took off his apron and hat and quickly fled the kitchen.

"Brother, wait, I have something to tell you."

Seeing that He Yuliang was about to run away, He Yuzhu became anxious, but as soon as he opened his mouth, He Yuliang had already run away.

I had no choice but to withdraw my outstretched hand and vent my anger to Ma Hua who was still trying to take the opportunity to scoop another spoonful of fried rice:

"Eat, eat, all you know is eat. You ate everything the leader ate. Why don't you bring it to the leader quickly? If anything goes wrong, I'll show you how I'll deal with you."

"Yes, I see."

After being scolded for no reason, Ma Hua put down his spoon aggrievedly, picked up the food on the table and walked towards the canteen.