The Courtyard House: The story begins with He Yuzhu beating up the White Widow.

Song Shinian looked at the food in the lunchboxes and said, "These lunchboxes are quite strange! Where did you get them?!"

He Yuzhu replied, "My dad is the deputy director of the canteen at the steel rolling mill. I had him find someone to make it. To put it bluntly, it's an extended lunchbox, mainly for making grilled fish. Today, due to limited resources, I can only make the basic version of grilled fish. I'll make you a normal version when there's a chance later."

Song Shinian took the chopsticks and said, "Okay! I'll try your cooking again later." After saying that, Song Shinian had the guard take away one box and ate another box with He Yuzhu.

After finishing their meal, Song Shinian said goodbye to He Yuzhu and left with his entourage.

Without Song Shinian by his side, He Yuzhu immediately felt much more relaxed. He muttered to himself, "He's someone who's crawled through piles of corpses; his aura is something most people couldn't withstand. Now that I've passed this hurdle, it seems I'm one step closer to winning the beauty's heart." Then, He Yuzhu unconsciously thought of Lou Xiao'e, thinking to himself, "What a pity!"

At two o'clock in the afternoon, as He Yuzhu finished fishing and was preparing to go home, Yan Bugui appeared in front of him. Yan Bugui smiled and said, "Zhuzi, what a coincidence!"

He Yuzhu replied without curiosity, "What a coincidence!" Then he pushed his bicycle and was about to leave. Yan Bugui's eyes lit up like searchlights when he saw the fish in the bucket. Yan Bugui said shamelessly, "Zhuzi, you've caught so many fish, you can't possibly eat them all. How about you give me a few?!"

He Yuzhu snorted coldly and said, "Yan Bugui, you really are as shameless as ever! If you want to eat fish, go catch your own. Trying to take advantage of me? Don't even think about it, there's no way you can get away with it!" With that, He Yuzhu shoved Yan Bugui aside, who was blocking his way, and pushed his bicycle away.

Yan Bugui watched He Yuzhu's retreating figure, feeling incredibly angry! But since he couldn't beat He Yuzhu, Yan Bugui could only swallow his anger, take his fishing gear, and go to the spot where He Yuzhu had just been fishing to start fishing.

A little after five o'clock in the afternoon, Song Ran returned home. As soon as she entered, she saw her father sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper and asked curiously, "Dad, why are you home so early today?!"

"Xiao Ran's back?!" Song Shinian put down his newspaper and said, "I came back early today because I had nothing to do." Then Song Shinian gestured for Song Ran to sit down next to him and continued, "I ran into He Yuzhu today. That kid's pretty good. At least much better than the other kids in our compound."

Song Ran's face flushed instantly, and she said, "Dad, why are you saying this?!"

Song Shinian chuckled and teased, "What?! You don't want to date him?! Then I'll talk to your mom later and ask her to arrange a blind date for you."

"I'm not going on a blind date!" Song Ran suddenly looked up at Song Shinian, only then realizing she'd been tricked. She said shyly, "Dad! You're always bullying me! I'm ignoring you!" With that, Song Ran ran back to her room. Xu Wenya, who was busy in the kitchen, heard the commotion and came out, glaring at Song Shinian with annoyance. "Aren't you going to go and comfort your daughter?!" she said.

Song Shinian smiled and said, "This time I don't need to coax her. She'll definitely come out when it's time to eat!" After saying that, Song Shinian picked up the newspaper and continued reading.

Meanwhile, He Daqing returned home from get off work. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he was drawn in by a strong, enticing aroma. He parked his bicycle, went straight into the kitchen, and asked, "What are you making now, kid?!"

He Yuzhu replied, "Farewell My Concubine!"

"Farewell My Concubine?!" He Daqing was stunned for a moment, then instantly realized what he meant and asked, "How did you come up with the idea to make this dish?!"

"I was free today, so I went fishing at Shichahai. I unexpectedly caught a soft-shelled turtle. I was planning to stew it for dinner, but then I saw someone selling pheasants on the way. The chicken looked pretty good, so I bought it." Then, noticing that He Daqing's expression was a little off, He Yuzhu asked, "Dad, what's wrong?!"

He Daqing sighed and said, "Look, a few experts from the polar bear region came to the factory. I used all my skills, but they're still not satisfied."

He Yuzhu asked, "Dad, haven't you ever heard this saying?!"

He Daqing was taken aback, then asked, "What did you say?!"

"Wild boars won't eat fine bran," He Yuzhu replied, then added, "Keep an eye on the heat for me, I'll go get you the recipe from the polar bear restaurant!" With that, He Yuzhu headed out of the kitchen. A short while later, He Yuzhu returned with a Western cookbook, handed it to He Daqing, and said, "Just cook it for them according to the recipe, it'll be perfect."

"Will this work?!" He Daqing opened the recipe book with a skeptical look. As the saying goes, once you master one method, you master all others. For a chef of He Daqing's caliber, Western cuisine was a piece of cake. After a quick glance, He Daqing had essentially mastered cooking Western food.

The next day, He Yuzhu didn't go anywhere and continued to laze around at home. Meanwhile, He Daqing went to the factory, went to the small warehouse, and found all the ingredients needed for the Western-style meal. After bringing them to the kitchen, He Daqing didn't ask the kitchen help to process the ingredients; instead, he prepared them himself.

It was eleven o'clock quickly. In the small restaurant behind the third canteen sat five experts from the Arctic Bear Country. Li Huaide, accompanied by a translator, stood beside them.

Listening to the conversation between the experts from the Arctic Bear Country, the translator whispered to Li Huaide, "Director Li, these experts are saying that they've been away from home for too long and miss their hometown food very much. Comrade Smenov, in particular, said he misses his mother's borscht."

Li Huaide frowned involuntarily. Finding a Chinese chef was difficult, but finding a Western chef was even harder. To solve the problem of what to eat for these experts, Li Huaide had recently started losing hair. It's likely that his thinning hair was also related to dealing with these experts from the polar bear country.

At 11:15 a.m., the door to the small restaurant opened. The kitchen helpers began serving the dishes according to the order arranged by He Daqing. When one of the experts from the Arctic Bear country opened the lid of the soup bowl and saw the beetroot soup inside, an excited expression appeared on his face. He couldn't wait to pick up a spoon, scoop up a mouthful of soup, and put it in his mouth.

Seeing the experts from the Arctic Bear Country wolfing down their food, Li Huaide's face first showed surprise, then excitement. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, then called his secretary, whispered a few words in her ear, and sent her away.