Courtyard House: Inheriting the Restaurant, the Jia Family Wants to Get It for Free

With the matter settled, Jia Dongxu felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders, and he felt much more relaxed.

He hummed a little tune as he ran to the supply and marketing cooperative and splurged on a bottle of liquor.

When I returned to the courtyard house at No. 95, it was already dark.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw Cheng Shuhai, who had just finished cleaning up the restaurant, returning from outside with his younger sister in tow.

Enemies meeting are bound to be filled with hatred.

Jia Dongxu stopped and looked at Cheng Shuhai, a sinister smile appearing on his face. "Kid, let you be smug for one more night! Tomorrow, let's see how you'll be laughing then!"

He said nothing, just sneered, and turned to enter the central courtyard.

Cheng Shuhai looked at his provocative back and then at the wine bottle he was carrying, feeling a little strange.

This kid, his mother got arrested, and he got beaten up like that, yet he's still in the mood to drink and celebrate? There's definitely something fishy going on here.

However, he didn't think too much about it; he'd deal with whatever came his way. With Jia Dongxu's limited intelligence, he couldn't come up with anything fancy.

He took his sister back to their room.

Not long after, Yi Zhonghai strolled over to the Jia family's house.

"Dongxu, how is it?"

He asked in a low voice as soon as he entered the room.

"Master, don't worry, everything's arranged!" Jia Dongxu patted his chest to assure him. "Someone will take care of him first thing tomorrow morning!"

"Okay, okay!" Yi Zhonghai nodded in satisfaction, then added, "Remember, this has nothing to do with you, and nothing to do with me, understand?"

"I understand, Master!"

Only then did Yi Zhonghai leave, relieved.

"Wife! Prepare two good dishes! We're happy today, let's have a couple of drinks!" Jia Dongxu put the wine on the table and shouted with high spirits.

Qin Huai nodded silently and turned to go into the kitchen.

Soon, a dish of peanuts and a plate of scrambled eggs were served.

Jia Dongxu poured himself a drink, becoming happier with each sip, as if he could already see Cheng Shuhai's restaurant being vandalized and him kneeling and begging for mercy.

Before long, he was completely drunk and started talking nonsense while slumped over the table.

Looking at his demeanor, Qin Huairu felt a surge of indescribable disappointment and disgust.

Is this the man she entrusted her life to?

Instead of finding a fair and square solution to a problem, they resort to such underhanded tactics. Compared to Cheng Shuhai, they're worlds apart.

She couldn't help but think of Cheng Shuhai again.

At a young age, he already owns two rooms, a small restaurant that makes money, and has a younger sister, living a fulfilling life.

Most importantly, they are capable and responsible, and no one can bully them.

If... if my man were Cheng Shuhai, how wonderful that would be...

Once the idea popped into Qin Huairu's mind, it took root and sprouted wildly.

Meanwhile, Cheng Shuhai had already coaxed his younger sister to sleep.

With a thought, his consciousness entered the blessed land space.

Inside the space, the potatoes and sweet potatoes he had planted earlier had yielded a bumper harvest. With a thought, he harvested the crops, piling them into two small mountains.

Based on spatial calculations, the yield of potatoes and sweet potatoes is 2,000 jin each!

This efficiency is simply amazing!

Cheng Shuhai kept half of the seeds and replanted the other half.

Looking at the tender shoots sprouting again on the black soil, he felt a sense of satisfaction.

After finishing all that, he took one out of the pile of sweet potatoes and started cooking it directly in his spatial dimension.

He wanted to taste what made the things produced in this blessed land so different.

As soon as the sweet potatoes are cooked, an incredibly rich and sweet aroma instantly fills the air.

The aroma is on a completely different level from that of ordinary sweet potatoes!

Cheng Shuhai only took one sniff and his mouth watered.

He picked up the steaming sweet potato, gently broke it open, and saw that the inside was golden yellow flesh, so delicate that you couldn't see a single fiber. The steam carried a sweet aroma that went straight into his nose.

He blew on it and took a careful bite.

Soft, chewy, and sweet!

A pure sweetness melts on the tip of the tongue, yet it is not cloying at all. After swallowing, a faint fragrance lingers on the lips and teeth.

"tasty!"

Cheng Shuhai's eyes lit up.

This tastes even sweeter than the ones he and his friends used to steal from the ground and roast in the fire when he was a child in his previous life!

Moreover, after eating it, a warm current spread through my stomach, and I felt much more comfortable.

The items produced by this blessed land are indeed of the highest quality!

Cheng Shuhai finished a large sweet potato in no time, smacking his lips with a hint of lingering satisfaction.

This is so delicious, I have to let Ling'er try it tomorrow too.

He left the space satisfied, and the night passed without further incident.

……

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Cheng Shuhai got up.

He first took out two sweet potatoes from his spatial storage, put them in a pot, added water, and simmered them over low heat. The aroma of the sweet potatoes soon wafted from the pot.

Then, he picked up the bucket and prepared to go to the well in the yard to fetch water for washing.

As soon as I arrived at the Intermediate People's Court, I bumped into Qin Huairu, who was also up early.

Qin Huairu was also carrying a basin, apparently out to wash up. When she saw Cheng Shuhai, she paused, her face flushed red, and her eyes darted away, unable to look him in the eye.

She stole a glance at Cheng Shuhai, her heart pounding.

The man before me was tall and straight, with delicate features and an indescribable air of composure.

He subdued Jia Dongxu with a single move yesterday, and his fearless attitude when confronting Yi Zhonghai later left a deep impression on her.

Thinking of her husband, who was drunk and passed out at home, Qin Huairu felt a mix of emotions.

If only... if only I could see him first thing every morning when I wake up.

This thought made her face turn even redder, and her heart beat even faster.

She lowered her head, walked quickly past Cheng Shuhai without saying a word, and hurriedly ran towards the well.

Cheng Shuhai was completely baffled by her reaction.

He touched the back of his head in confusion. What was going on?

Why is Qin Huairu blushing so much? Does my face look like it's covered in flowers?

He shook his head, not thinking much of it.

He had no interest in this woman whatsoever; she was a complete slut, and anyone who got involved with her was doomed.

Only someone like Sha Zhu, blinded by lust, would foolishly become a simp.

After fetching the water, he leisurely returned home.

……

Inside the Jia family's house, Jia Dongxu rubbed his aching head from a hangover and groggily woke up.

"Ouch... my head really hurts." He shook his head, trying to recall what happened last night. It seemed he had drunk too much and had completely blacked out.

He turned his head and looked to the side. The quilt was folded neatly, but Qin Huairu was no longer there.

I wonder if I did anything with my wife last night after I got drunk... hehe.

A wicked smile appeared on Jia Dongxu's face.