Siheyuan: Tanjia Cuisine He Daqing, destroying Yi Zhonghai

In the evening, the atmosphere in the yard began to become quiet. Neighbors returned to their homes one after another to prepare dinner. Daqing watched them busy in an orderly manner, and a sense of gratitude welled up in his heart. Although he could not provide much help in this era, he was willing to use his own way to try to integrate with the people around him.

After dinner, the atmosphere in the yard became even warmer. Daqing and his neighbors sat on the stone benches in the yard, enjoying the breeze. They exchanged interesting and trivial things that happened during the day with gestures and simple language, and laughter was endless.

As time passed, Daqing began to feel that he had found a long-lost sense of belonging in this courtyard. His loneliness, which was originally lost in time and space, gradually faded, and was replaced by the expectation and fulfillment of a new life.

As night fell, the lights in the courtyard cast a warm glow. Daqing sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, looking at the bright moon rising in the distance, his heart filled with peace and thought. Over the past few days, he has gradually adapted to life here, but deep in his heart he still feels uneasy and confused.

Suddenly, the door of the yard was gently pushed open, and the old lady in the yard came out with a cup of hot tea in her hand. "Daqing, come, have a cup to warm yourself up." The old lady handed it over with a smile. Daqing took the teacup, felt the faint fragrance emanating from the cup, and his heart gradually calmed down.

"Thank you, grandma." Daqing expressed his gratitude with gestures. The old lady sat beside him, looking at his eyes kindly, as if she could understand his inner struggle and anxiety.

"Daqing, I know you have something on your mind." The old lady said gently, "There will always be some problems in life, but you have to believe that there will always be a solution."

Daqing nodded, and he tried to respond to the old lady's comfort with a simple expression. These days, he began to realize that his existence in this era might not be accidental. Perhaps, he still had some mission or responsibility here, but he hadn't figured it out yet.

After a while, the door of the yard was gently pushed open again, and a middle-aged man walked in. He looked a little haggard, with beads of sweat on his forehead. "Daqing, come quickly, your father suddenly feels unwell!" The middle-aged man said to Daqing anxiously.

Daqing was stunned. His father's sudden illness caught him off guard. He hurriedly followed the middle-aged man into the main house of the courtyard, only to see his father lying on the bed, his forehead covered with sweat and his face pale.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Daqing asked anxiously, even though he knew his father might not understand what he said.

The middle-aged man was busy wiping the sweat off his father, and said to Daqing with a wry smile: "He suddenly fainted just now, and we don't know what to do."

Daqing looked at his father lying on the bed, and a feeling of powerlessness surged in his heart. Although he had adapted to life in this era, facing his father's sudden illness, he felt helpless.

The neighbors in the yard also heard the noise and rushed over. They tried their best to comfort Daqing in a way they could understand, expressing their concern and help.

Daqing looked at the kind eyes and selfless help around him, and gradually a feeling of gratitude and dependence surged in his heart. Perhaps, his mission here is not only to adapt to the life of this era, but also to help these kind people and face the difficulties and challenges of life with them.

The atmosphere in the courtyard became solemn and depressing. Although Daqing could not fully understand the sadness and grief of others, he could feel the huge blow that his father's death brought to his family. He looked at his mother, who sat silently by the bed, tears streaming down her face, sadness and helplessness written all over her face.

Daqing knew that he needed more strength to support his mother. He tried his best to help his mother deal with some of his father's affairs before his death. Although his actions were simple and clumsy, his sincerity and efforts moved the people around him.

One day, Daqing saw his mother drying clothes in the yard, her eyes were empty and confused. Daqing walked over and gently held her hand. His mother raised her head and looked into Daqing's eyes, which were filled with endless fatigue and sadness.

"Mom, I will stay with you." Daqing used gestures to express his determination to his mother. His mother looked at him quietly, tears unconsciously falling.

During this time, Daqing tried his best to take care of his mother in his own way. He helped her with housework within his ability, although he was sometimes clumsy, but his efforts and care gradually resolved the loneliness and pain deep in his mother's heart.

Life goes on. Although every day in the yard is dull and quiet, Daqing can feel the kindness and tolerance of the people around him. They never tire of communicating with him and try to communicate with him in simple ways. Daqing has also slowly learned more life skills. Although language is still his biggest obstacle, he has gradually become more confident and determined.

In this courtyard, Daqing and his mother depend on each other, and they become each other's strongest pillars. Although they face many difficulties and challenges, they use their own way to go through each difficulty step by step, relying on their faith in life and dependence on each other, and gradually find a new balance in life...

"Okay, please wait a moment, I'll pack them for you." He Daqing quickly took out several books of the same type and packed them carefully.

When the neighbors saw this, they all came forward to watch, "Hey, Master He, this is a big deal!"

He Daqing responded with a smile: "Yes, I hope the business will get better and better in the future."

The middle-aged man took out a stack of money and handed it to He Daqing, "This is the money for the book, no need to change."

He Daqing took the money and was excited. This was the first pot of gold he had earned since he started his stall. He carefully put the money away and handed over the bag of books with both hands. "Thank you for your support. Welcome to come again next time."

The middle-aged man nodded, took the book and left with satisfaction. He Daqing looked at the money in his hand and felt a sense of accomplishment he had never felt before. This was not only a monetary reward, but also a recognition of his efforts.

"Xiaolan, look, I made a lot of money today!" He Daqing said excitedly to Xiaolan who was standing beside him.

Xiaolan looked at him with a smile, her eyes full of satisfaction, "Master He, congratulations! Your hard work has finally paid off."

He Daqing was filled with gratitude, "Thank you, Xiaolan. Without your support, I would not have been able to hold on until now."

At noon, He Daqing invited Xiaolan and several good neighbors to have a meal together to celebrate his "first pot of gold". Everyone was happy and laughing.