Chapter 1

"Indeed, in this world, money is still the most reliable thing!"

"But for people like us, we can't even find someone to deceive for a lifetime. Shazhu and Qin Huiru at least schemed against each other for a lifetime."

Hu Yan spent two days roughly going through the series that everyone called "The Three Views of the Poultry-Filled Siheyuan."

Teachers He Bing and Hao Lei were truly great actors, especially Teacher He Bing, a national first-class actor, who indeed had a lot of substance.

When I watched his "Song Dynasty Inspector" back then, I can still recall some of the plots even now; it was a classic.

The only regret is that "The Poultry-Filled Siheyuan," a 2015 drama, only gained recognition in 2018 due to the 'trends' in the entertainment industry, which is ridiculous.

"If I were Shazhu, I would never let Qin Huiru's family leech off me. Of course, Shazhu isn't a good person either; he's despicable, a pervert. If it weren't for his lust for Qin Huiru, and his blind trust in the old man and the old lady, this outcome wouldn't have happened.

If I were him..."

"Master!"

"Master!" Just as Hu Yan was lost in thought, the young man beside him spoke urgently.

"Hmm, are you Ma Hua?" Hu Yan asked in surprise.

"Of course I'm Ma Hua, Master." Ma Hua was taken aback for a moment.

"You idiot, I was just thinking." Hu Yan thought to himself but didn't dare to say it out loud.

In the next instant, his mind was filled with many memories.

"Master, it's time to cook. Otherwise, we won't be done by noon." Ma Hua said softly.

"Ah, I know." Hu Yan stood up almost instinctively and walked to one side.

The next second, he stood still again: "Ma Hua, come with me. From today, I'll teach you how to cook."

"Really?" Ma Hua's eyes widened at his master's words. He had only been a disciple for a short time.

These days, to avoid the situation where a master starves after teaching a disciple, a master usually makes the disciple do odd jobs for three years before teaching any basic skills.

Some disciples even give gifts to their masters during holidays, hoping to be taught sooner.

Hu Yan, who had seen the plot, knew that Ma Hua was actually a filial child. Even though his family was in dire straits when he first became a disciple, he was truly filial to He Yuzhu.

Unfortunately, He Yuzhu had issues. The skills he learned from the old lady and the old man made him completely self-centered.

One could say that he had mastered the skills of the three uncles in the Siheyuan.

He even learned skills that the three uncles didn't have, so even Qin Huiru had to admit that he was the deepest schemer in the Siheyuan.

"From today, I am He Yuzhu." Hu Yan said to himself.

In the kitchen of the Third Steel Rolling Mill, as He Yuzhu walked in, he saw a familiar little guy.

Banggeng was holding a bottle, pouring soy sauce into the kitchen. Ma Hua, who was following behind He Yuzhu, was taken aback for a moment, then acted as if he hadn't seen anything.

He Yuzhu was also taken aback for a second, then he heard a mechanical voice in his ear.

"Host has triggered a task: Banggeng stealing soy sauce.

Host, seeing Banggeng stealing soy sauce to make Beggar's Chicken, choose:

Option 1: Pretend you didn't see it. Reward: 1 yuan.

Option 2: Take the soy sauce bottle from Banggeng and kick him out of the kitchen. Reward: Decrease Qin Huiru's goodwill, 5 yuan.

Option 3: Slap Banggeng, take the soy sauce bottle from him, and kick him out of the kitchen. Reward: Significantly decrease Qin Huiru's goodwill, 20 yuan, and a 5-pound national food ticket."

Looking at the three options in front of him, He Yuzhu took two steps as one.

"Slap!"

Before Banggeng could react to the soy sauce bottle being taken by He Yuzhu, He Yuzhu raised his right hand.

"Slap, slap~"

Two heavy slaps, and Banggeng burst into tears.

"Who allowed you to come into the kitchen? Get out! If you come again, I'll break your legs."

He Yuzhu ignored Banggeng's sharp cries and raised his hand to push him out of the kitchen.

"Master..." Ma Hua looked at He Yuzhu in surprise. As He Yuzhu's disciple, he naturally knew that his master liked Qin Huiru.

Behind the kitchen, Banggeng had come in many times before. Everyone, including Ma Hua, had turned a blind eye to it.

"20 yuan and a 5-pound national food ticket have been placed in the host's pocket."

The system's voice echoed in his mind.

He Yuzhu felt his pockets. In the left pocket were two pieces of paper, and in the right pocket was one piece of paper.

He reached in and found that the right pocket contained the food ticket.

"Starting to learn cooking, rely on your own understanding. Watch how I do it; I won't tell you.

Watch more, understand more, and ask me if you have questions."

He Yuzhu said, then started working on the cabbage. In the kitchen of the steel mill, there was plenty of cabbage, but very little meat.

For nearly a thousand people, there were only ten pounds of meat, so the workers probably wouldn't even get a taste of it.

After half an hour, the vegetables in the pot were finally cooked to a mush.

He Yuzhu and the others in the kitchen served the dishes to the workers at the window.

Qin Huiru, holding a lunch box, had seen her son before work. It had to be said that Banggeng was a good actor, crying as if his heart was broken.

As the apple of her eye, Qin Huiru, though not indulging her son in every request, definitely cared for him deeply.

Because Banggeng had been hit by He Yuzhu for taking soy sauce from the kitchen, she couldn't say anything, but she was definitely unhappy, so she ignored He Yuzhu.

If it were before, He Yuzhu might have gone to find Qin Huiru, but now...

Seeing that Qin Huiru didn't approach him, He Yuzhu was actually happier.

After all, this family wasn't good.

"Ma Hua, wait a moment." After the kitchen work was done, everyone was about to leave with their lunch boxes.

"Master." Ma Hua looked at He Yuzhu.

"I know your family's situation. This food isn't enough. Here, take this food ticket and go home to exchange it for some local food tickets."

He Yuzhu said, taking out the national food ticket the system had rewarded him and placing it in Ma Hua's hand.

"Master, I can't take it." Ma Hua quickly refused.

"Take it. You're my disciple. Go home early and come back early in the afternoon, and I'll teach you more." He Yuzhu insisted, showing the authority of a master.

Ma Hua stood there, the food ticket in his hand feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds.

At the entrance of the steel mill, the other cafeteria workers looked at Ma Hua enviously. They all wanted to be disciples of He Yuzhu.