Siheyuan: Mastery started in the 50s

Chapter 417: Feeling Pressure

Wang Qiang stopped what he was doing, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down. "Actually, I've been feeling a little uncomfortable lately. Although everyone has some recognition for my dishes, I always feel that I'm not doing well enough, especially in front of He Yuzhu. I always feel a little overwhelmed."

After hearing this, Jia Zhang's eyes flashed with understanding. "You don't have to blame yourself too much. In fact, the dishes you cook are already very good. Although He Yuzhu has his own views on food, he is not someone who doesn't know how to appreciate good food. You have to believe that as long as you work hard, everyone will see your efforts."

Wang Qiang felt a little relieved after hearing what Jia Zhang said. He knew that Jia Zhang's words were out of concern, but facing his inner confusion, he still couldn't completely let go. "I know what you mean, but sometimes, I feel that I haven't done well enough, especially when I know that He Yuzhu is not satisfied with the dishes I cook, I feel particularly uncomfortable."

Jia Zhang patted Wang Qiang on the shoulder and said gently, "Everyone has different tastes, and not everyone can immediately appreciate the benefits of your dishes. The key is that you have confidence in your own requirements, and slowly, you will find that everyone will gradually recognize your efforts."

Wang Qiang nodded, feeling a little warm in his heart. Jia Zhang's words comforted him and gave him more confidence in himself. He knew that in the face of these challenges and difficulties, the most important thing was to persist and work hard, rather than being defeated by the setbacks in front of him.

As breakfast time approached, Wang Qiang served pancakes and soybean milk to the table. Everyone walked into the restaurant and smiled with satisfaction when they saw the sumptuous breakfast. Wang Qiang stood aside, observing everyone's reactions, and felt a little relieved.

"Wang Qiang, your pancakes are delicious, and the soy milk is fragrant too." Jia Zhang tasted a bite and said with satisfaction, "Today's breakfast is very rich, thank you for your hard work."

Wang Qiang smiled and responded, "You're welcome. I hope everyone likes it. I also hope that through these small efforts, I can make everyone's life better."

He Yuzhu also walked into the restaurant. After he sat down, he tasted a few bites of pancakes and soy milk. He looked less reserved than before and more relaxed. Although he did not express his opinion immediately, Wang Qiang also had a hint of anticipation in his heart.

"Wang Qiang, this pancake is good, and the soy milk is also delicious." He Yuzhu finally spoke, with a hint of appreciation in his tone, "You made a great breakfast this time, it feels like home."

Wang Qiang felt relieved when he heard this. He knew that although He Yuzhu's comments were not many, they were recognition of his efforts. He tried to smile, his heart full of gratitude. "Thank you for your comments. I feel it is worth it to satisfy everyone."

As breakfast ended, Wang Qiang's mood gradually calmed down. He realized that although challenges still exist, as long as he keeps working hard, he will gradually overcome difficulties. Although life in the courtyard can sometimes make people feel stressed, through such interactions and exchanges, he feels more supported and encouraged.

Jia Zhang had long set his sights on Wang Qiang's courtyard house, hoping to develop the land into a modern commercial complex to cater to the needs of the emerging market. To this end, he was willing to offer generous terms in exchange for the traditional peace in Wang Qiang's mind.

Walking on the street, Wang Qiang felt a long-lost sense of familiarity. The hustle and bustle of the street and the lively scene of the market seemed so familiar. He came to a time-honored pastry shop. The moment he opened the door, the aroma immediately evoked his memory. The sweetness of the osmanthus cake seemed to make him temporarily forget the chaos in front of him.

The shop owner was a kind old lady who greeted Wang Qiang with a big smile. "Young man, you've come at the right time. We just made a batch of fresh osmanthus cakes, which are absolutely sweet." She said, skillfully picking up a few cakes with the tongs in her hand and putting them in an exquisite box.

Wang Qiang nodded, feeling a little more relaxed. He took the box and felt the warmth of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, as if he was using this familiar sweetness to ease his inner anxiety.

"Thank you," Wang Qiang said sincerely, "This reminds me of my childhood. My mother loved this snack."

The old woman smiled slightly, with some emotion in her eyes. "Yes, many people will think of the taste of home because of sweet-scented osmanthus cake. No matter how the times change, the people will always have deep feelings for this tradition."

Wang Qiang nodded. He felt a warm power from the old woman's words. Perhaps it was the power of tradition and memory that could help him sort out his thoughts and face the current predicament.

Back at the courtyard, Wang Qiang put the box on the table and quietly looked at the golden cakes. It seemed that each piece of osmanthus cake was telling a story of the past, with an indescribable intimacy. He picked up a piece and took a bite. The sweet taste spread in his mouth, and the familiar taste comforted him.

Sitting at the table, Wang Qiang's thoughts were still spinning. He began to think about Jia Zhang's proposal. Although those exciting conditions were tempting, he still couldn't completely let go of his feelings for the courtyard house. Jia Zhang was not only a shrewd businessman, but also an opponent who would use various methods to test and shake his heart.

Wang Qiang's cell phone suddenly rang. It was a message from Jia Zhang. He opened it and saw a detailed description of the development plan, with several exquisite renderings attached. The high-rise buildings and commercial complexes on the drawings looked particularly abrupt in the old appearance of the courtyard.

Wang Qiang's mood became heavy again. Although Jia Zhang's plan seemed flawless, the confusion in his heart continued to accumulate. He began to pace in the courtyard of the quadrangle, trying to sort out his real thoughts.

During this process, his father's figure kept appearing in his mind. His father was also an idealistic man when he was young, but he chose to protect this tradition. Today, Wang Qiang is facing not only the future of the land, but also the adherence to his father's legacy. He must find a balance that can respect tradition and adapt to the development of the times.

As time went by, Wang Qiang's mood gradually calmed down in the sweet fragrance of osmanthus cake. He decided to call Jia Zhang and arrange a face-to-face meeting. In any case, he had to express his thoughts and feelings in person, perhaps, so that he could find a clearer answer.

On the other end of the phone, when Jia Zhang heard Wang Qiang's request, she immediately responded enthusiastically.