Chapter 2: A man is 31 years old, that year Huairu was 8

Chapter 2: A man is 31 years old, that year Huairu was 8

It must be said that the 18-year-old Qin Huairu is really beautiful, with a good appearance and a good figure. Even if she wears ordinary clothes, she can attract many people's attention wherever she stands.

Although Qin Huairu was a bit of a jerk later on, she was really good to the Jia family, busying herself around and was very good at serving people.

Qin Huairu is only eighteen years old now, still a blank slate. If I marry her and educate her well, her future life will be very comfortable.

What's more, Qin Huairu cheated her son Sha Zhu all his life, and then she married him and made him serve the He family all his life. This can be considered a cycle of cause and effect, right?

that is it.

Having made up his mind, He Daqing regained his composure, pretending to pass by by chance, walked forward a few steps, then stepped back and stopped, looking at the middle-aged woman in surprise.

"Matchmaker Zhang?"

"Ah? You are..."

It snowed all night yesterday and the weather was exceptionally cold today. Matchmaker Zhang was shivering with cold and didn't know where to go. When she heard someone calling her, she looked at He Daqing in confusion.

Familiar face.

But I couldn't remember where I had seen it before.

There's no way. As a matchmaker, she meets a lot of people every day, so how could she remember to come?

"I'm He Daqing! We met in Nanluoguxiang last week!"

He Daqing reminded with a smile.

"Oh... Nanluoguxiang, you are... Jia Dongxu's neighbor, right?"

After being reminded of this, Matchmaker Zhang slapped her head, remembered it, and her attitude became enthusiastic.

Matchmaker Zhang looked at He Daqing and smiled.

"What a coincidence! I was just about to go to Jia Dongxu's house to introduce him to a girl!"

As he was talking, he saw He Daqing looking at Qin Huairu, and Qin Huairu was also curious, so he hurriedly introduced,

"This is Qin Huairu, Huairu, this is Jia Dongxu's neighbor. She looks like a chef, call her uncle!"

"Hello, Uncle He..."

Qin Huairu was born in the countryside and was shocked by the scene in the old city when she first arrived. When she saw He Daqing at this time, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

"Oh, am I that old? Just call me Brother He."

He Daqing waved his hands, thinking, "How can I marry you if you call me uncle? Calling me Brother He will bring us closer." Besides, He Daqing is handsome at 35, right?

He Daqing looked around at the two of them. Seeing that both Matchmaker Zhang and Qin Huairu had their hands hidden in their sleeves and were shivering from the cold, he hurriedly said,

"Look, it's freezing cold. My restaurant is not far ahead. Why don't you two come with me there and have something hot to warm up?"

Jia Dongxu is a short-lived guy, how can he be worthy of the beautiful Qin Huairu.

Since he wanted to intercept, he had to capture Qin Huairu before she and Jia Dongxu met.

When Matchmaker Zhang and Qin Huairu, who were shivering with cold, heard this, their stomachs started to growl.

It gets dark early in winter, so in order to get back earlier, the two got up early without having had breakfast. Originally, they didn't have much to eat, but after He Daqing said that, the hunger in their stomachs kept coming up.

The weather is too cold. It would be great if we could have a hot meal!

"Isn't this...not good?"

Matchmaker Zhang smiled awkwardly, but her heart was moved.

"What's good or bad? It's not easy for you to come all the way here. People are made of iron and food is made of steel. How can I, a cook, watch you starve and freeze? Let's go. The journey is not far. Let's warm our stomachs first!"

He Daqing could see the predicament of the two men, so he took them to Fengze Garden where he worked without saying anything.

Fengzeyuan Restaurant is a large courtyard with four entrances, green halls and tiled houses, and an elegant environment.

The shopkeeper Luan Xuetang was originally the head of Xinfeng Building, one of the eight big buildings. Twenty years ago, with the investment of Yao Zesheng, the manager of Tongde Silver Bank, he established Fengze Garden.

He Daqing originally learned the cooking of the Tan family, and later joined Luan Xuetang, where he learned Shandong cuisine. Now he has become the boss of Xinfenglou.

Especially his Zaoliu Sanbai, which is unique.

As soon as the three of them arrived at the gate of Fengze Garden, Zhang the Matchmaker and Qin Huairu were both shocked.

Matchmaker Zhang had only met He Daqing once before and knew that he was a cook. She thought he was just a chef in a small restaurant, but she never expected that he was the chef of a high-end restaurant like Fengzeyuan!

"Well, Daqing, you're not going to let us eat here, are you? Oh my, we country folk, how can we afford such a meal?"

Matchmaker Zhang looked at He Daqing with a look of panic, and she couldn't speak clearly.

She often came to the city, so she knew that anyone who came to eat at Fengze Garden was either rich or noble. She might not be able to afford a meal even if she worked hard for a whole year.

"Yeah, I work here, where else can I eat if not here?"

Seeing that the two looked like they had never seen the world, He Daqing thought to himself that something was going to happen. He hurriedly pulled the two of them out through the back door.

"Don't worry, we'll just have a quick bite in the backyard, it's nothing."

Fengze Garden mainly serves the upper class people in society. In recent years, He Daqing has met many dignitaries.

But now it is a new society, the people are in charge, and he is the chef of Fengze Garden. No one dares to say anything when he takes two people to eat some hot meals in the kitchen. After all, their kitchen often takes some leftovers to help beggars on the road who have no food to eat. According to the words of the shopkeeper Luan Xuetang, this is called accumulating virtue.

Fengze Garden is mainly open at noon and in the evening. At this time in the morning, the chefs have not come yet, only some kitchen helpers. In addition to preparing ingredients for lunch and dinner, they also take some leftovers to cook for themselves after work.

Sixteen-year-old He Yuzhu was also doing odd jobs there. When he saw He Daqing suddenly come in, his eyes widened.

"Dad? Why are you here?"

There are many chefs in Fengzeyuan. Most chefs don't arrive until after 10 o'clock at the earliest. But people like He Daqing basically work in the afternoon to entertain guests in the evening.

He Daqing came so early today that He Yuzhu was a little confused.

"Stinky boy, why can't I come!"

He Daqing glared at his adopted son, then looked at the steamer on the big pot, and said without question,

"Give me two steamed buns and two bowls of porridge!"

The apprentices ate the same food as ordinary people. Although it was a bit shabby to entertain them with steamed buns and millet porridge, in this era, the steamed buns and millet porridge from the kitchen of Fengze Garden had a different meaning.

"Okay, Dad!"

Although He Yuzhu was puzzled, since his father had given the order, he dared not ask more questions. He quickly opened the steamer, took out a few hot steamed buns for He Daqing, scooped out two large bowls of millet porridge, and put a small dish of pickles bought from Zhima Hutong, and then obediently brought them to He Daqing.

Just as he was about to ask, he was glared back at by He Daqing.

"Work hard!"

He Daqing snorted and thought to himself, your father is just looking for a mother for you, such an important matter cannot be delayed.

At that moment, he took the steamed buns and porridge, turned around and walked out of the kitchen, came to Zhang the matchmaker and Qin Huairu, and greeted them warmly.

"There's nothing delicious in the kitchen, so these are all. Eat them while they're hot!"