Siheyuan: Mastery started in the 50s

Wang Qiang felt warm in his heart, but also helpless. He knew He Yuzhu was doing this for his own good, but he was unwilling to back down. He tried to convince himself that he could hold on: "Master He, it's really not necessary. I can still hold on. Besides, there are many customers today, and I feel at ease helping out here."

He Yuzhu looked at him deeply, and finally sighed, with unquestionable concern in his tone: "Okay, since you insist so much, then stay in the store, but you have to listen to me. Today you are only responsible for some light work, don't be too tired. If you really can't stand it later, tell me immediately, don't force yourself."

Wang Qiang felt grateful and thought that he must not let He Yuzhu down. He knew his physical condition, but he also knew that he had to prove that he could take responsibility, even when he was sick.

In the following days, Wang Qiang tried to reduce his activities in the kitchen as much as possible, mainly responsible for cutting vegetables and preparing ingredients. Although he tried his best to behave as usual, the weakness brought by the cold still made his movements slow and his head dizzy from time to time. He endured the discomfort and insisted on completing each task, constantly reminding himself to hold on.

Time passed by, and Wang Qiang felt that every minute was longer than usual. Although his body was protesting, he still didn't want to let himself fall. He told himself that as long as he could hold on until the end of today, he could have a good rest tomorrow.

However, in the afternoon, Wang Qiang finally felt that his body could no longer bear the burden. His headache became more and more severe, his throat began to dry up, and he felt like he was trapped in an endless swamp, unable to escape no matter how hard he struggled. He was standing in front of the stove when he suddenly felt his eyes go dark, his body swayed, and he almost fell down.

He Yuzhu happened to see this scene. He immediately rushed over to support Wang Qiang, with undisguised worry in his tone: "Xiao Qiang, what's wrong with you? You can't go on like this!"

Wang Qiang tried to open his eyes and resisted the weakness in his body, wanting to say that he was fine, but He Yuzhu was no longer listening to his explanation. He said to Wang Qiang with a serious face: "Okay, stop being so stubborn, go back and rest quickly, you must listen to me today."

Wang Qiang felt dizzy and knew he couldn't hold on any longer. He looked at He Yuzhu helplessly, and finally nodded: "I'm sorry, Master He, I..."

He Yuzhu waved his hand and softened his tone: "Stop talking, go back quickly, your health is the most important thing, we can handle other things."

With the help of his colleagues, Wang Qiang was sent home. He lay in bed, feeling as if all the strength in his body had been drained away, leaving only fatigue and weakness. He finally realized that he really needed to rest, and that holding on any longer would only make his body worse.

Lying in bed, Wang Qiang felt full of guilt. He was upset that he could not hold on, and he also blamed himself for causing trouble to He Yuzhu and his colleagues. But at the same time, he also felt a little relieved. No matter what kind of difficulties he encountered, he did not need to face them alone. He had He Yuzhu and those colleagues and friends who cared about him. They would lend a hand when he needed it most and help him through the difficulties.

After Wang Qiang recovered from his illness, he returned to the store to continue working. Although he was still a little weak, he didn't want to delay any longer. He knew that he had survived the most difficult time with the help of He Yuzhu and his colleagues, and now it was time to stand up again.

However, although everything went on as usual after his recovery, Wang Qiang always felt that something was missing. He couldn't explain the feeling, as if he was missing a little bit of personal happiness and satisfaction in his busy life. He remembered a bowl of pig intestine noodles that he had always loved to eat. The rich soup, chewy noodles and plump pig intestines always gave him a special sense of satisfaction. So he decided to take advantage of an afternoon break and go to the old shop selling pig intestine noodles on the corner to buy a bowl to reward himself.

Wang Qiang is very familiar with that shop, which has been open for decades. The owner is a warm-hearted middle-aged man who always greets customers with a smile. Wang Qiang used to come here to eat noodles frequently, but later he became busy with work and patronized it less frequently. However, the taste of that bowl of pig intestine noodles always remained in his memory.

Wang Qiang deliberately picked a relatively leisurely afternoon, dressed in light clothes, and walked to the door of the store with full expectation. Before he entered the door, he smelled the familiar fragrance, and his heart was immediately filled with anticipation. He walked in, and the boss still greeted him warmly: "Hey, young man, I haven't seen you for a long time. How about a bowl of the old-fashioned pig intestine noodles today?"

Wang Qiang smiled and nodded: "Yes, Boss, it's the same as always. I came here to eat your noodles after finishing my work today. I'm craving for them."

The boss laughed and started working in the kitchen. Soon, the bowl of pig intestine noodles that Wang Qiang had been dreaming about was served steaming hot on the table. Wang Qiang looked at the bright red oil, plump pig intestines and chopped green onions in the bowl of noodles, and felt satisfied. He even started to drool before he even picked up his chopsticks.

Just as he was about to pick up his chopsticks and eat, his cell phone suddenly rang. Wang Qiang took out his cell phone and saw that it was a call from a colleague in the store. His heart tightened, as he knew that his colleagues would not call for no reason, so something must have happened in the store.

"Hello, Xiao Zhang, what's the matter?" Wang Qiang answered the phone and tried his best to make his voice sound calm.

Xiao Zhang on the other end of the phone said hurriedly, "Brother Qiang, an old customer just came to the store and ordered your specialty, stir-fried beef with green onions, but I'm not sure about the heat. Master He asked me to call you back quickly. See..."

Wang Qiang's heart sank, and he immediately realized the seriousness of the matter. The old customer was a regular customer of the store, and he had very high requirements for the dishes. He usually cooked them himself. If something went wrong this time, it would not only affect the business, but also might disappoint He Yuzhu.

"Okay, you keep the guests first, I'll be back soon." Wang Qiang didn't dare to delay, hung up the phone, and stood up hurriedly.

He took a look at the pig intestine noodles on the table, feeling reluctant and helpless. He knew he had to go back immediately and couldn't let a bowl of noodles delay the store's business. So he turned around and walked to the counter and said to the boss, "Boss, I'm sorry, there's something urgent going on in the store. I'll leave this noodles here for now and come back to eat it another day."

The boss was stunned for a moment, then smiled understandingly: "Okay, young man, work is important, I'll keep this bowl of noodles for you, remember to tell me next time you come, I'll make you a new bowl."