He Yuzhu was quite excited when he heard what He Daqing said and nodded immediately.
"Okay, Dad, thank you."
He Daqing: "You are my son, there is no need to be so polite."
A week later, He Daqing took He Yuzhu to a courtyard near the center of City 49.
Along the way, He Daqing didn't speak. He Yuzhu, who was following behind, saw his father's appearance and knew that the leader he was going to meet later should have a high official position.
After all, the leaders who live in this location must be rich or noble, and their status is relatively respected.
After arriving at a grand Sihe Courtyard, He Daqing stopped. When the sentry at the door saw that the person coming was He Daqing, he immediately greeted him.
"Chef He, why are you here?"
He Daqing nodded,
"Xiao Qin, I made an appointment with the leader. I will bring Quanzi to visit the leader today."
Xiao Qin, the sentry on duty, nodded slightly when he heard what was going on.
"So that's it, then go in."
Then He Daqing led He Yuzhu slowly into the courtyard.
Although He Yuzhu looks like he is only 15 years old, he is not timid at all, nor is he afraid at all. His two life experiences have made him more calm and calm.
After the two father and son passed the front door, walked through the front porch, and walked through the atrium, they came to a room.
I saw a middle-aged man wearing glasses sitting on the table drinking tea.
When He Daqing saw this, he immediately stepped forward to say hello.
"Leader, I'm here."
The middle-aged man wearing sunglasses nodded when he heard this.
"Da Qing, you came just in time. Look, this is fresh tea that a friend of mine just sent me. It's called Yuqian Longjing 18 Trees. Please help me taste it. What's the origin of it?"
I remember that as a direct descendant of the Tan family cuisine, you must be involved in some of the good things in the palace. You know this stuff better than me. "
When He Daqing heard this, he didn't say anything. Instead, he directly took the tea leaves handed over by the leader, carefully observed them, and sniffed them with his nose. Sometimes he was puzzled, and sometimes he frowned.
The middle-aged man on the side couldn't help but urge: "How's it going, Qing Dynasty? Is there any result?"
He Daqing nodded,
"Returning to the leader, if I am not mistaken, these are indeed the 18 imperial Longjing trees. They were once specially provided by the palace. They are guaranteed to be genuine. I once had the honor to taste them with my father. The annual output of these trees is extremely rare, so Only a few plants on the land near Hupao Spring in Xizhou will produce tea."
When the middle-aged man heard that He Daqing said it was genuine, he also beamed with satisfaction,
"Qing Dynasty, it has to be you. Since you, the expert, have said so, then this is absolutely correct."
Then the middle-aged man changed the subject.
"By the way, Daqing, you came to me last time and told me that you wanted your son to join the volunteer army?"
When He Daqing saw that the leader had reached the key point, he immediately took over the leader's topic and continued,
"Yes, leader, I want Quanzi to join the army and win glory for the country. Moreover, Quanzi He Yuzhu is also the descendant of this generation of Tan family cuisine, and he is my true successor."
When the middle-aged man heard He Daqing's words, his eyes lit up and he immediately said "Hey".
He stood up and looked up and down at He Yuzhu beside He Daqing. After looking at him carefully, he asked He Daqing beside him.
"Da Qing, your son looks young."
He Daqing nodded,
"Yes, leader, he is only 15 years old."
Middle-aged man: "Guns have no eyes. You are planning to send him to the front line at the age of 15. As a father, you are really cruel."
He Daqing smiled bitterly when he heard the middle-aged man's words.
"Leader, Quanzi insists on going to the battlefield to train himself and win glory for the country, so I can only fulfill his wish.
But you also know that I am a single descendant of the ninth generation, and I don’t want anything to happen to Quanzi, so I hope that you, the leader, can help me and let him........."
The middle-aged man was also quite moved when he learned that He Yuzhu was the descendant of Tan Family Cuisine.
He did not reply to He Daqing immediately, but sat in his seat and began to meditate.
When He Daqing saw this, he also stood by the rules and waited for the good news.
At this time, He Yuzhu remained silent throughout the entire process, waiting for the leader's final decision.
Three minutes later, the middle-aged man had an idea. He looked directly at He Daqing beside him.
"Qing Dynasty, if you are like this, today, you will let your son cook a table of Tan's food. If the taste is good, then it will be up to me to have your son go to the battlefield to serve as a gang leader.
But the ugly words are ahead. If he is not good at learning, I will have to take back what I said before. "
When He Daqing heard this, he immediately smiled with joy,
"Leader, don't worry, I guarantee you will be satisfied."
After saying that, he patted He Yuzhu directly on the shoulder,
"Zhuzi, you heard me too. Whether you can go to the battlefield and serve as a gang leader depends on your skills and luck. That's all my father can help you."
After saying that, the two of them went to the kitchen and started to get busy.
Although He Yuzhu's soul had changed, his cooking muscle memory and cooking skills were still there, and with He Daqing's guidance, there were no glitches in the whole process, and he successfully cooked all the Tan's dishes.
At first, He Daqing was a little confused when he saw that He Yuzhu's techniques had become unfamiliar. But when all the dishes were finished, he felt that it was probably because his son was too nervous.
You know, back then, when I was cooking for those dignitaries, I was only 13 years old, and I was more nervous than He Yuzhu.
The middle-aged man was quite satisfied as he ate a table of Tan's food.
"Tsk tsk... Not bad, delicious!"
Half an hour later, the middle-aged man who was satisfied with his meal could not help but feel a sense of appreciation for his talents. He directly asked He Daqing,
"Da Qing, what do you think, if this is not the case, your son will just stay with me and be my chef. I will pay him whatever salary he deserves. What do you think?"
When He Daqing heard these words of the middle-aged man, he knew that he had a love for talents and recognized his son He Yuzhu's cooking skills.
"Leader, I'm sure there's no problem. It just depends on what Quanzi thinks. This kid has a very stubborn temper. He may not listen to what I say."
When the middle-aged man heard this, he looked directly at He Yuzhu,
"Master Xiao He, what do you think?"
