Siheyuan: Mastery started in the 50s

At this time, he felt a little regretful. He knew that he should have paid more attention and gone to bed early after getting caught in the rain the night before, but he was lucky enough to think that he would be fine as long as he changed his clothes and drank hot tea. Now that he had a cold, all his plans were disrupted, and this feeling of powerlessness made him feel even worse.

"What bad luck! Things happened one after another, and even my illness happened at the same time." Wang Qiang sighed inwardly with self-mockery. He knew that there were still many things waiting for him to deal with at the Siheyuan, but now he felt tired even to move, and this feeling of helplessness made him a little depressed.

Just as he was struggling to decide whether to get up, the phone rang. He saw that it was He Yuzhu calling, and his heart warmed slightly. Zhuzi was always considerate, so he must be here to care about him.

"Qiangzi, why haven't you come to the courtyard today?" He Yuzhu's familiar voice came from the other end of the phone, with some concern.

Wang Qiang cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound less weak, "Zhu Zi, I got caught in the rain last night, and I feel a little uncomfortable today. I might have caught a cold. His tone immediately became more concerned, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? You can't delay if you have a cold. Your health is the most important thing. You should have a good rest today, and I'll take care of the courtyard."

Wang Qiang suddenly felt warm in his heart, and He Yuzhu's thoughtfulness made him less anxious. But he was still a little uneasy, worried that things in the courtyard would go wrong because of his absence.

"But, several tables of guests have reserved private dishes today, and I'm afraid you can't handle it alone." There was obvious worry in Wang Qiang's voice.

He Yuzhu smiled on the other end of the phone, his tone comforting, "Qiangzi, don't worry, it's just a few tables of guests, I can still handle it. You should take care of your body first, and come back when you are fully recovered. Let's take our time, there is no rush."

Wang Qiang's anxiety was slightly relieved, but he still couldn't let it go. He knew that he was a responsible person and his work schedule was very tight. This illness was not just a physical discomfort, but also a mental challenge.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you today. I'll help you when I get better." Wang Qiang finally compromised and agreed to He Yuzhu's suggestion.

After hanging up the phone, Wang Qiang felt a sense of relief, but then he felt a deep sense of exhaustion. His physical weakness made him unable to muster up any more energy. He lay on the bed, watching the light outside the window gradually brighten, but he felt an indescribable weakness.

He knew that he had been working so hard during this period that he ignored the signals from his body. Although a cold is not a serious illness, it is a warning from his body: if he continues to work so recklessly, bigger problems will arise sooner or later. Wang Qiang couldn't help but feel annoyed and self-blame. He always thought that he could withstand all the pressure, but he ignored that the body also needs rest and recuperation. Now that he has a cold, this discomfort and powerlessness make him truly realize that he is not made of iron, and he also needs to stop from time to time and take care of his body.

As his body fatigued, Wang Qiang's thoughts became confused. He recalled the conversation he had with Lao Ma in the rain the night before, and the warmth that friendship brought him. He couldn't help but sigh: no matter how good the friendship was, it couldn't replace taking care of one's own body. At this moment, he deeply realized how important it was to stay healthy.

Wang Qiang tried to close his eyes and rest, but his stuffy nose and headache made it difficult for him to fall asleep. He tossed and turned, feeling restless. Although his body was extremely tired, he couldn't really relax because of all kinds of discomfort. This feeling of helplessness made him even more depressed.

He began to think, maybe this is a reminder, reminding him not to work so hard anymore, reminding him to pay more attention to his body. Although he always takes Siheyuan's affairs very seriously, if he doesn't even take care of his own health, then all his efforts will become meaningless. Wang Qiang finally made up his mind: after the cold is cured, he must adjust his pace of life and not work so hard as before and ignore the needs of his body. He knows that only by keeping his body healthy can he better cope with the various challenges in life.

As his thoughts gradually calmed down, Wang Qiang's fatigue gradually took over. Although he was still feeling unwell, he began to relax and finally entered a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness. In this process, he felt as if he had found something he had lost, a long-lost peace and inner tranquility.

Although the outside world is still busy and the cold still makes him uncomfortable, Wang Qiang's mood has changed. He knows that this cold may become a turning point in his life, making him re-examine his lifestyle and health status.

Wang Qiang spent the day in bed in a daze. His physical fatigue and discomfort made him almost unable to move, but his heart gradually calmed down. He realized that perhaps this cold was a chance given to him by life, allowing him to really stop, reflect, and learn how to take better care of himself.

As night fell, Wang Qiang still felt weak and uncomfortable, but the anxiety and irritability in his heart had eased. He knew that he still had a lot of things to do and a lot of goals to achieve, but first he had to learn how to find a balance in his busyness and how to maintain physical and mental health while pursuing success.

Wang Qiang had been lying in bed all day. He felt a little weak due to fatigue and cold symptoms, but at the same time, he also felt a kind of peace he had never felt before. Perhaps it was because he could finally relax, or perhaps it was because he understood the importance of resting his body. His stomach began to protest, and hunger slowly rose. Wang Qiang always had a good appetite, even though he was sick, but he suddenly remembered the pig intestine noodles from the old shop next to the courtyard, the rich soup base, the fresh and fragrant pig intestines, and the chewy noodles. Thinking about it, Wang Qiang's saliva was about to flow out.

"How about ordering takeout?" Wang Qiang thought. He took out his phone, flipped to the takeout page of the store, ordered pig intestine noodles, and added a few side dishes. After placing the order, he lay back on the bed, silently hoping that the bowl of hot pig intestine noodles would bring him some comfort.

Half an hour later, the phone finally rang with a notification that the takeaway had arrived. Wang Qiang endured his weakness and got up from the bed, put on a coat, and slowly walked to the door. When he opened the door, he saw the takeaway man standing outside with several bags in his hands.