Siheyuan: Mastery started in the 50s

He decided that after this busy period was over, he would take some time to relax and stop himself from falling into an endless cycle of stress. He even began to think about when he could arrange a short vacation, or even just have a cup of tea and chat with He Yuzhu, so that he could get away from the intense work and find some rhythm in life.

In the pot in front of him, the ingredients gradually released an alluring aroma under the scorching flame. Wang Qiang skillfully flipped the spatula, his movements were extremely smooth, as if all the previous troubles and pressures disappeared at this moment. He knew that this road was still long, but he also understood that as long as he persisted and always maintained his passion for life and focus on work, all problems would have solutions.

While Wang Qiang was busy in the kitchen, he suddenly felt his stomach churning, followed by an undeniable sense of urgency. He frowned, realizing that he had to go to the toilet quickly, otherwise he might really make a fool of himself.

"Zhu Zi, you push it first." Wang Qiang tried his best to keep his tone steady, but the urgency in his stomach made him speak hastily.

He Yuzhu was busy plating the dishes. He looked up at Wang Qiang and nodded, "Go ahead. I'll take care of this first. You go and come back soon."

Wang Qiang hurriedly put down the spatula in his hand and walked towards the toilet. He was already familiar with the road to the courtyard, but at this moment, every step seemed a little long. He only wanted to get to the toilet as soon as possible, but he felt that time seemed to be stretched.

He finally reached the door of the toilet, and the moment he pushed it open and went in, he felt a little relieved. When he sat down, Wang Qiang's thoughts gradually withdrew from the busyness of the kitchen, and he felt that he finally had a moment of respite. Although this short space, isolated from the outside world, was not spacious, it gave him an inexplicable sense of security. Wang Qiang couldn't help but think about his recent life. From morning to night every day, he was busy with the business of the Siheyuan Private Restaurant, leaving almost no time for himself. At this moment, he suddenly realized that he hadn't stopped to think about his condition like this for a long time. The recent busyness did make him a little breathless, and this urgent physiological need seemed to be a warning from his body.

He suddenly recalled the conversation he had with He Yuzhu a few days ago, and felt a little bitter. He Yuzhu was right, the pressure he put on himself was indeed too great. Even though he knew that this was for business, to inherit and carry forward the traditional flavor of old Beijing, he could not ignore his own needs and feelings as an ordinary person.

"Qiangzi," Wang Qiang secretly reminded himself, "The body is the capital of the revolution. No matter how busy you are, you must take time to rest. Otherwise, if something goes wrong, it will be more trouble than gain."

Wang Qiang knew that his taste problem had always made him anxious, and these anxieties continued to accumulate and began to affect his work status and quality of life. Although he had been trying to adjust his mentality, his body's reaction reminded him that he could not solve the problem by willpower alone.

At this moment, a thought suddenly occurred to him: Maybe he really needs to stop and take a good rest for a few days, otherwise his condition is likely to worsen. He has always been strict with himself and is reluctant to give up his work easily, but now it seems that proper relaxation may be more important than anything else.

Thinking of this, Wang Qiang couldn't help but take a deep breath and try to relax himself. He knew that this trip to the toilet was not just a physiological need, but more like a reminder - a reminder for him to think more about himself, instead of putting pressure on himself.

After solving the physiological problem, Wang Qiang felt relieved. He stood up and straightened his clothes. The air outside made him feel refreshed. On the way back to the kitchen, he felt much more relaxed and even felt his steps were lighter. He Yuzhu was concentrating on stir-frying a pot of vegetables. Seeing Wang Qiang coming back, he smiled and teased, "Qiangzi, you're back? Have you solved it? You're really quick. He felt much better than before, "It's solved, I feel much more relaxed."

He Yuzhu glanced at him, then said seriously: "Qiangzi, don't hold back on anything. Sometimes it's a warning from your body. Rest when you need to rest, and don't push yourself too hard." He silently remembered He Yuzhu's words in his heart. He knew that he couldn't hold on like this any longer. He Yuzhu's concern made him feel warm, and at the same time made him determined to make some changes to his lifestyle.

"Zhu Zi, I've made up my mind," Wang Qiang suddenly said, "In a few days, let's take a break, even if it's just two or three days, to have a good rest and relax."

He Yuzhu was stunned for a moment, then he smiled with satisfaction, "Okay, I finally figured it out. Let's take a vacation."

Wang Qiang smiled and nodded, and the burden in his heart seemed to be much lighter. He knew that this decision was the right one. A busy life is important, but he cannot ignore his health and mental state. The business of the Siheyuan is booming, but only if he is in good condition can it be maintained for a long time.

As the kitchen continued to be busy, Wang Qiang's mentality also changed subtly. He no longer put all the pressure on himself, but learned to relax appropriately. Although the problem still existed, he no longer felt so anxious. Life went on, business was still booming, and he gradually found a rhythm to maintain a balance in the busyness.

One morning, Wang Qiang was walking in the yard when he suddenly realized that the toilet had not been repaired for a long time. As a part of the courtyard, the toilet is not conspicuous, but it is an indispensable part of life. Wang Qiang thought of his experience of being nervous because he was in a hurry to go to the toilet a few days ago, and he couldn't help but think: Maybe it's time to repair this toilet.

The walls of the hut had turned yellow, there were some cracks in the corners, and the hinges of the wooden door made a creaking sound. Wang Qiang looked at it carefully and thought that although this hut was small, it was related to the comfort of life. Repairing it would not only be for himself, but also for the guests who came to the courtyard to have a better experience.

At this time, He Yuzhu came over with a pot of tea. Seeing Wang Qiang standing at the door of the toilet, he asked with a smile: "Qiangzi, why are you standing here in a daze? Are you thinking about something important?"

Wang Qiang came back to his senses and nodded, "I was wondering if this toilet should be repaired? Our courtyard is well maintained inside and out, but this toilet is a bit out of date."