Siheyuan: Tanjia Cuisine He Daqing, destroying Yi Zhonghai

Lou Xiao'e held his hand, smiled and nodded, "Daqing, with you by my side, I feel everything is so beautiful. We will definitely continue to be happy like this."

Late at night, He Daqing lay in bed, thinking back to everything that happened today, his heart filled with gratitude and satisfaction. He knew that this affection and love would always accompany them and become the most precious wealth in their lives.

On a rainy afternoon, the air in the courtyard was filled with a moist atmosphere. He Daqing was sorting out some old things at home when he suddenly heard his father He Yuzhu's voice outside. He walked to the window curiously and saw his father walking towards the corner of the street, towards the home of his neighbor Qin Huairu.

He Daqing's heart moved. Qin Huairu was their old neighbor, a gentle and kind middle-aged woman. Her husband died early, and she raised two children alone, and her life was a bit difficult. He Daqing knew that He Yuzhu often went to help her solve some problems in life. But today, his father seemed to go to Qin Huairu on purpose, which made him feel a little confused and worried.

He Daqing decided to go over and take a look. He picked up his umbrella and quietly followed his father. When he reached the door of Qin Huairu's house, he stopped and looked from a distance. He Yuzhu had already entered the house, and the door was half open. He Daqing heard a low conversation coming from inside.

Qin Huairu's voice came, with a hint of gratitude and worry: "Uncle He, thank you for always caring about our family. The children's tuition fees are really giving me a headache recently, and my family really can't afford so much money."

He Yuzhu's voice was gentle but firm: "Huai Ru, don't worry, I will find a way to pay for the children's tuition. It's not easy for you to take care of them alone, and it's only natural for us neighbors to help each other."

He Daqing stood outside the door, with mixed emotions in his heart. He knew his father was always willing to help others, but this time he was worried about financial assistance. After all, their family was not rich, and could his father's health and financial situation withstand such long-term help?

He stood there, hesitating for a moment, and finally decided to go in and take a look. He gently pushed the door open and walked in. He Yuzhu and Qin Huairu were a little surprised to see him come in.

"Dad, Sister Huairu, what are you talking about?" He Daqing tried his best to make his voice sound calm.

He Yuzhu looked at his son and said with a smile, "Daqing, we are talking about the children's tuition. You know Huairu's situation, and I want to help if I can."

He Daqing nodded, and he admired his father's kindness, but he still asked with some concern: "Dad, our family is not well off. Can your body handle helping for a long time like this?"

He Yuzhu patted his son's shoulder and comforted him, "Daqing, don't worry, Dad is still in good health. Huairu is our old neighbor, and her children also need to go to school. We can help as much as we can, as neighbors."

Qin Huairu heard this, tears flashed in his eyes, "Uncle He, Daqing, I really don't know how to thank you. Your help is so important to us."

He Daqing felt Qin Huairu's sincerity, and he felt a little relieved. He knew that helping others was his father's consistent belief, and it was also an important quality he learned from his father. He Daqing walked over, held his father's hand, and said solemnly: "Dad, since you have decided to help, I will join you. I will also try my best to help Sister Huairu and the children."

He Yuzhu smiled with satisfaction and nodded, "Daqing, this is my good son. Let's work together to help Huairu's family overcome the difficulties."

Qin Huairu was so moved that she was speechless. She held He Daqing's hand tightly and said gratefully: "Daqing, Uncle He, I will never forget your kindness. I will work hard to make sure the children study well and live up to your help."

From that day on, He Daqing and He Yuzhu began to pay more attention to the lives of Qin Huairu's family. Not only did they support them financially, they also often went to help them with things within their capacity. He Daqing sometimes helped the children with their homework, and He Yuzhu taught them some life skills.

One night, He Daqing and his father were sitting in the yard, talking about recent events. He Daqing asked, "Dad, do you think we are doing the right thing?"

He Yuzhu pondered for a moment and said slowly: "Daqing, the most important thing for a person to live is peace of mind. Helping others, especially helping those around us who need help, will make you feel at ease. I know you are worried, but as long as we do what we can and don't let ourselves get into trouble, it will be worth it."

He Daqing was moved when he heard this. He knew that his father's words were full of wisdom and love, and it also strengthened his belief. Helping others is not only a kindness to others, but also a comfort and satisfaction to one's own heart.

Late at night, He Daqing lay in bed, thinking about everything that happened today, feeling extremely satisfied and happy. He knew that this affection and love would always accompany them and become the most precious wealth in their lives.

One autumn afternoon, He Daqing returned home from get off work and found the atmosphere at home somewhat tense. Lou Xiao'e was sitting on a chair in the kitchen with tears in her eyes, while He Yuzhu was standing aside with a somewhat unhappy look on his face.

He Daqing's heart tightened, and he quickly walked to Lou Xiao'e and asked with concern: "Xiao'e, what's wrong? What happened?"

Lou Xiao'e raised her head, looked at He Yuzhu, and whispered: "Daqing, it's nothing, just some small things..."

He Yuzhu interrupted, "What little thing? It's just that your mother is always nitpicking at home, and today she had a quarrel over a trivial matter."

He Daqing frowned and looked at his father, "Dad, what happened that made you quarrel like this?"

He Yuzhu sighed and said, "Xiao'e put too much salt in the cooking today, and I said something, and she got upset. She is always so sensitive and can't let go of even the smallest things."

He Daqing felt unhappy after hearing this. He knew that his father was sometimes impatient, and Lou Xiao'e was a careful person. There would always be friction between the two of them, but this time it seemed that things were a little serious. He gently patted Lou Xiao'e's shoulder and comforted her: "Xiao'e, don't be sad. I will have a good talk with Dad."

He Yuzhu looked at his son and felt a little guilty. He knew that he had a bad temper and sometimes didn't pay attention to what he said, but he didn't want things to get awkward. He walked to the table and sat down, silent.

He Daqing walked up to his father, his tone calm but firm, "Dad, weren't you a little too harsh today? Xiao'e has been working hard, and it's not easy for her to cook. Adding a little more salt is not a big deal, you shouldn't blame her like that."