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

The excitement on Deputy Factory Director Yang's face gradually cooled down.

Yes, I was too happy.

Why would someone with a golden rice bowl covet your iron rice bowl?

He sighed with some disappointment.

Seeing that his words had worked, Yi Zhonghai breathed a slight sigh of relief.

As long as Cheng Shuhai can be stopped from coming to the steel mill, I'll let him say whatever he wants.

He didn't want his mental state to be constantly wrecked by Cheng Shuhai at the factory.

Just when Deputy Factory Director Yang was at his wit's end, Director Li, who was standing nearby, had a sudden inspiration and came up with another idea.

"Director Yang, we can't hire anyone, but we can buy his vegetables!"

"Since the restaurant isn't far away, we can send someone to buy groceries from him every day at noon and deliver them over. Wouldn't that solve Old Shi's meal problem in the same way?"

Director Li then offered his suggestions.

Deputy Factory Director Yang's eyes lit up.

"That's it! How come I didn't think of that!" He slapped his forehead. "That's a great idea! Let's do it!"

He thought to himself that although it was a pity that he couldn't recruit the person, as long as he could take good care of Elder Shi, he would consider it a successful mission.

And so, the matter was settled.

Shi Tingyue, who was not far away, also heard their conversation.

"Deputy Factory Director Yang, you don't need to go to such trouble."

"I think it's best if I just go to that little restaurant to eat when I'm done with my work here. You don't need to send someone to buy food for me every day."

Old Shi, having eaten and drunk his fill and in a good mood, rubbed his stomach and walked over to say something.

"That won't do!" Deputy Factory Director Yang immediately said, "You're our honored guest, how can we let you run errands by yourself? It's settled then, from now on I'll go with you every day!"

His idea was that he could take advantage of the opportunity to have dinner with Mr. Shi to build a relationship with that young culinary master.

Even if such a talent cannot be used by me, it would be good to make friends with him.

Seeing his resolute attitude, Old Master Shi stopped refusing and nodded with a smile.

Their conversation was relayed word for word to the workers in the workshop.

"Did you hear that? Factory Director Yang is going to accompany the old expert to that little restaurant every day!"

"My goodness, that's an incredible amount of face!"

"Just how delicious is the food at that restaurant? My mouth is watering!"

"A young worker said, rubbing his rumbling stomach."

"Yeah, that makes me really want to try it! How about... how about we go together after get off work today?" someone suggested.

"Great idea! Let's go, let's go together!"

"It'll be more fun with so many people! Let's splurge a little today and see what a dish that even experts praise tastes like!"

The suggestion was immediately met with a positive response from the workers.

After a long day of hard work, everyone was starving, but the aroma of the spicy chicken and the long wait made it impossible for anyone to resist.

Several senior and intermediate fitters who usually had a good relationship with Yi Zhonghai gathered around him.

"Old Yi, don't you know the way? Could you show us the way after get off work today?"

"Yeah, Lao Yi, it's been a while since a few of the veteran workers in our workshop have gotten together. Let's take this opportunity to treat ourselves to a meal!"

"Lead the way, and this meal is on us!"

Looking at the enthusiastic and expectant faces of his fellow workers, Yi Zhonghai felt worse than if he had swallowed a fly.

Let him bring his colleagues to his enemy's restaurant, give him money, and support him.

Isn't this like taking a knife and cutting his heart out piece by piece?

He wanted to refuse, but seeing everyone's enthusiasm, he couldn't find any reason to do so.

If he says he won't go, it will make him seem stingy and unsociable.

Yi Zhonghai's face turned pale and then red, and in the end, he could only squeeze out a single word through gritted teeth.

"……good."

That face, already bruised and swollen from being shoved by Sha Zhu, now turned an even greener shade, like a bitter gourd.

Seeing so many people going to Cheng Shuhai's small restaurant is more painful than killing him!

As soon as the bell rang to signal the end of the workday, the workers in the fitter's workshop sprang to life like wild horses.

"Let's go! Let's go eat something good in Nanluoguxiang!"

"Old Yi, hurry up! We guys can't wait any longer!"

A group of people swarmed around Yi Zhonghai, urging him on all at once.

Yi Zhonghai reluctantly put down the tools in his hand.

He desperately hoped that a downpour would suddenly fall, or that the factory would suddenly start overtime, or that something would happen so that he could escape this calamity.

However, the day did not fulfill everyone's wish.

The weather outside was lovely, and there were no notices from the factory about working overtime.

"Old Yi, what are you dawdling for? Don't you want to take us?"

One of the impatient coworkers joked.

"How could that be!" Yi Zhonghai forced a stiff smile, but his heart was bleeding. "Let's go, let's go."

What else could he say? He could only grit his teeth and walk at the front.

A group of more than a dozen people walked out of the steel rolling mill gate in a grand procession.

The workers continued to discuss excitedly along the way.

"Do you think that spicy chicken is really that delicious? Even Old Shi praised it highly."

"How could it be fake? Director Yang and Director Li both confirmed it themselves!"

"I'm going to eat a lot today to make up for what I missed at lunch!"

"Old Yi, you're neighbors with Boss Cheng, has his cooking always been this good?"

Someone asked Yi Zhonghai out of curiosity.

Yi Zhonghai's face twitched, and he gave a vague "hmm," not wanting to say another word.

All he could think about was how to face Cheng Shuhai when they got to the restaurant.

The thought of having to speak politely to his enemy in front of a group of coworkers, and possibly being looked at with a mocking gaze, made Yi Zhonghai feel extremely uncomfortable, and his steps became heavier and heavier.

He felt that the journey from the steel mill to Nanluoguxiang was longer than the Long March.

Finally, we arrived at the entrance of Nanluoguxiang.

Before I even entered the alley, a familiar, overpowering aroma wafted over again.

The workers smelled the aroma and were all energized, like they'd been injected with adrenaline.

"That's the taste! Absolutely!"

"Hurry, hurry! My stomach is growling!"

The crowd quickened their pace, and Yi Zhonghai was surrounded in the middle, unable to slow down even if he wanted to.

Soon, Cheng Shuhai's small restaurant came into view.

It was lunchtime, and the restaurant was packed inside and out, doing exceptionally well.

Cheng Shuhai and his sister Cheng Ling'er were busy weaving through the crowd, without even a moment to rest.

"My God, so many people!"

"Looks like we're too late, there aren't any seats left."

The workers were dumbfounded by the sight.

Seeing this scene, Yi Zhonghai secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It's best if there are no seats available! If there are no seats available, we'll go to another place!

Just as he was about to make a suggestion, he heard a sharp-eyed coworker shout, "Hey, isn't there an empty table over there?"

Yi Zhonghai's small sense of relief vanished instantly.

"Quick! Let's grab a spot!"

Several young and strong workers took the lead and rushed over to occupy the table.

"Boss! There are about a dozen of us here, want to share a table?"

Cheng Shuhai turned around at the sound and saw the group of workers in steel mill uniforms. His gaze swept across the crowd and finally landed on Yi Zhonghai, who was surrounded by the crowd and looked extremely pale.

Cheng Shuhai's eyes remained calm and unwavering, but when he saw Yi Zhonghai, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

In Yi Zhonghai's view, that expression was full of mockery and smugness.

he came.

He brought a group of people to deliver money to his enemy.

Yi Zhonghai felt a burning pain in his face, even more so than when he was beaten by Sha Zhu the night before.

He wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.