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

All the adults in the courtyard lowered their heads, their faces burning with embarrassment.

Their little schemes were laid bare by Cheng Shuhai in public, leaving no room for pretense.

Yes, they say they're telling their child to "give way to his younger brother," but don't they know what they're really up to? They just want to use the child to get closer to Director Cheng so they can get things done in the future.

But to their surprise, Cheng Shuhai didn't buy it at all.

Not only did he refuse to eat, he also stepped forward and personally cut off the path.

This clarity and fairness deepened the respect the people in the hospital had for Cheng Shuhai.

This man is not only capable and resourceful, but he also has principles and a bottom line. He protects his children, but he never spoils them. He values ​​human relationships, but he adheres to rules even more.

"Hey, you guys are just meddling in other people's business!"

Just as everyone was in an awkward silence, a loud voice rang out.

It's Sha Zhu.

He had just come back from get off work at the restaurant, carrying a net bag containing two lively crucian carp.

He had witnessed the entire scene and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Before Director Cheng became an official, when you saw him, you would all run away like mice seeing a cat."

"Now that Director Cheng has become successful, you're all scrambling to curry favor. You'd even applaud and cheer if his child sneezed. Is that really meaningful?"

Sha Zhu is a straightforward person who never gives others any face.

The neighbors, whose thoughts had been exposed by him in public, turned pale and then red-faced, but no one dared to refute him.

Firstly, Sha Zhu was telling the truth.

Secondly, the current Sha Zhu is no longer the hotheaded youth who only knew how to throw punches. His wife, Wu Cuilan, is pregnant, and he himself is the head chef at Cheng Shuhai's restaurant, with a relationship with Cheng Shuhai as close as brothers. Who would dare to mess with him?

Sha Zhu ignored the awkward neighbors, walked up to the two little ones, squatted down, and grinned.

"Call him Uncle Zhu!" he said, pointing to his own nose.

Cheng Wangzhou and Jia Xingzhou both blinked their big eyes, looking at him curiously.

"I'm not like them, I don't fawn over you. I'm just waiting for you two to grow up so you can have a couple of drinks with me!" Sha Zhu said, easily picking up the two children, one in each arm, and walking them around the yard.

"Come on, Uncle Zhu will take you to see the big fish!"

The two children giggled at his antics, instantly dispelling the oppressive atmosphere in the yard.

Cheng Shuhai smiled as he watched this scene.

He knew that after today's incident, this unhealthy trend in the courtyard had been completely stopped.

Sha Zhu, this seemingly simple-minded guy, always manages to clarify things in the most direct way at crucial moments, which has an unexpected effect.

Perhaps this is what they mean by "fools are lucky."

He didn't say anything more, turned around and went home.

He believes that starting tomorrow, the children in the courtyard will be able to play together again, just like real children.

With the turmoil in the courtyard house over, Cheng Shuhai's life once again revolved around the food processing plant.

Another month has passed.

With the support of the "future" formula provided by Cheng Shuhai and the top-quality raw materials from the Blessed Land, coupled with the advanced technology brought by the Soviet expert team led by Andrei, the canning production line imported from Germany finally completed its final debugging.

From raw material pretreatment and cooking seasoning to canning, sealing, high-temperature sterilization, and finally cooling, labeling, and warehousing, a complete set of modern assembly line operations has been perfectly established.

This was the day the factory's first batch of official products rolled off the production line.

In the workshop, everyone held their breath.

Cheng Shuhai, Lou Bancheng, Qin Huairu, and Andrei, along with several Soviet experts he led, stood at the end of the production line, waiting.

As the conveyor belt slowly turned, one after another, tin cans with red labels and gold lettering that read "Special Supply to North China" appeared before everyone's eyes.

Braised pork canned food, Mapo tofu canned food, and shredded pork with garlic sauce canned food.

These three types of novel canned goods, unheard of in this era, were proven to be fully qualified after rigorous random inspections.

"We did it! We did it!"

Andrei excitedly picked up a can of braised pork that was still warm and shouted excitedly to Cheng Shuhai.

The Soviet experts behind him also applauded, their faces full of admiration.

They are technical experts who know best how difficult it is to perfectly encapsulate the complex and exquisite culinary techniques of Chinese cuisine into a small metal box and maintain its flavor for a long time.

And Cheng Shuhai did it.

Lou Bancheng was also flushed with excitement. He gripped Cheng Shuhai's hand tightly and shook it vigorously, exclaiming, "Shuhai, you've created another miracle!"

The workers in the workshop erupted in thunderous cheers.

Although they didn't understand any technology, they knew that the products they produced had been recognized by their Soviet big brother, which was a tremendous honor!

That afternoon, the first batch of canned goods produced on trial was delivered by special vehicles to the Ministry of Industry and the residences of Soviet experts in Beijing.

Feedback came back the next day.

Two words: Perfect!

After tasting the braised pork canned food, the top leader of the Ministry of Industry immediately approved the plan, ordering the factory to speed up production, prioritize the cooperation projects with the Soviet Union, and study this new type of canned food as an important strategic reserve material.

Meanwhile, the Soviet experts were full of praise.

During his phone call with Cheng Shuhai, Andrei was so excited that he became incoherent.

"Cheng! My friend! Your canned braised pork is simply the devil's invention! Do you know? Our Chief Engineer Boris ate a whole can by himself! He even said it was more delicious than any delicacy he had ever eaten in Moscow!"

"Deputy Minister Ivanov also tasted the samples, and he was very satisfied with the preservation effect and flavor reproduction of the canned goods! He asked me to tell you that we can start preparing for a small-scale export test immediately! The first order will be one thousand cases!"

A thousand boxes!

This number made Cheng Shuhai's heart skip a beat.

This marks the beginning of a substantial first step for his "Cheng Group's" international trade sector.

The news spread like wildfire throughout the entire factory.

All the workers were incredibly energetic, as if they had been injected with adrenaline.

Our own products are about to be sold abroad! To our Soviet big brother!

What an honor this is!

Everyone felt incredibly proud to be a part of this great project.

As the chief technical consultant for this project, Cheng Shuhai's position was further solidified by these tangible results.