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

Cheng Shufei helped chop vegetables, but her eyes never left her older brother.

That's when she truly realized just how complex her cousin's cooking skills were.

His knife skills for chopping vegetables were only so-so, not even as good as mine.

But what shocked her was the aroma wafting from the pot.

The aroma from simply stir-frying scallions, ginger, and garlic is so overwhelming that it instantly fills the entire restaurant and even wafts out onto the street.

As the first dish was cooked, the rich aroma reached its peak.

Cheng Shufei sniffed hard, and saliva involuntarily came out.

She had never smelled anything so fragrant in her entire life!

She finally understood why her older brother's restaurant business was so successful.

This skill is simply amazing!

As lunchtime approached, the restaurant became increasingly crowded with customers.

The five or six tables were quickly filled, and those who came later had to queue at the door.

Even some rickshaw pullers who were just passing by were drawn in by the aroma and couldn't resist coming in. They gritted their teeth, pooled their money, and ordered a vegetarian dish with cornbread, eating it until they were sweating profusely.

Cheng Shujun was busy in the front hall, taking orders, serving dishes, and collecting money. Although he was tired, he was full of energy.

Just then, three more people entered through the door.

Leading the group was Zheng Chaoyang, followed by Bai Ling and Hao Pingchuan.

"Comrade Cheng, may your business prosper!"

As soon as Zheng Chaoyang entered, he smiled and joked.

"Brother Zheng, Sister Bai, Brother Hao! You've arrived! Please have a seat!"

Cheng Shuhai poked his head out from the kitchen and greeted them warmly.

While busy with his work, he called out to Cheng Shujun, "Shujun, quickly serve tea to Brother Zheng and the others! Same old order, one serving of spicy chicken, three vegetable dishes, and three bowls of noodles!"

"Alright, big brother!"

Zheng Chaoyang and his two companions sat down, marveling at the bustling scene in the store.

Looking at Cheng Shujun, who was spinning like a top, Hao Pingchuan said to Zheng Chaoyang, "Look at Brother Cheng's business, it's absolutely amazing."

Zheng Chaoyang smiled, looking at Cheng Shuhai who was working freely in the kitchen, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

This young man is no ordinary person.

He has skills, a brain, and a fierce, never-give-up attitude.

After having some food there, they said goodbye to Cheng Shuhai and left.

...........

Evening arrived quickly, and after seeing off the last group of customers, the restaurant could finally close.

Cheng Shujun was so exhausted that he collapsed into the chair, not wanting to move a single finger.

He's grown up and done a lot of farm work, and he considers himself quite strong, but today's work is more tiring than carrying manure all day in the village.

Cheng Shufei was in a similar situation; her wrists ached from chopping vegetables all day.

But both of them wore expressions of excitement and satisfaction.

"Big brother...how much money...did we make today?"

Cheng Shujun, panting, asked curiously.

Cheng Shuhai was doing the accounting, and without looking up, he said, "The gross profit is probably over 300,000."

Actually, there aren't many, since these things are all produced within the space. However, Cheng Shuhai still calculates based on the normal restaurant profit margin.

"How much...how much?!"

Cheng Shujun and Cheng Shufei screamed at the same time and jumped up from their chairs.

More than three hundred thousand!

one day!

Their minds went blank for a second, and they were completely stunned.

Their eldest brother can earn over 300,000 yuan a day! What... what does that even mean?

"Alright, stop making a fuss." Cheng Shuhai put away the account book he had finished calculating, looked at the two of them with their naive and unsophisticated expressions, and smiled.

He stood up, went into the kitchen, and soon brought out three dishes and a soup.

A plate of spicy chicken, a plate of boiled fish, and a plate of stir-fried vegetables.

"You must be hungry after a long day. Come and eat. Try your brother's cooking."

The aroma was irresistible, and Cheng Shujun and Cheng Shufei's stomachs began to rumble.

Forget their shock, they picked up their chopsticks and began to wolf down their food.

After taking the first bite of spicy chicken, Cheng Shujun's eyes widened instantly.

"Mmm...delicious! So delicious!" he mumbled. "Brother, how did you cook this meat? How can it smell so good!"

The brother and sister devoured the meal in a flash, even using their steamed buns to soak up every last drop of soup from the plates.

Seeing her older cousins ​​eating so much, Cheng Ling'er also developed a big appetite and ate quite a bit.

They finally understood why their older brother's restaurant business was so booming.

This craftsmanship is truly divine!

After finishing their meal, Cheng Shuhai locked the shop door with the three of them and went home together.

Back at the courtyard house, Cheng Shuhai said to his younger cousins, who were still savoring the delicious dinner, "Shujun, Shufei, you two go straight to the rented house. That will be your home from now on. Use the pots and pans in the yard for now. Let me know if you need anything, and I'll go buy it."

"Brother, this...is too much trouble for you."

Cheng Shujun said somewhat embarrassedly.

"We're family, don't say it's troublesome." Cheng Shuhai waved his hand. "You've just arrived in the city and don't know anyone. As your older brother, it's only right that I take care of you."

He paused, then added, "If anything happens, come find me immediately."

Cheng Shujun and Cheng Shufei nodded, keeping their elder brother's words firmly in mind.

After settling everything in, Cheng Shuhai led his sister toward the courtyard house at number 95.

As soon as I stepped into the courtyard house, I sensed something was off.

A large crowd had gathered in the courtyard, pointing and whispering among themselves.

A woman's cries and a man's shouts came from the center of the crowd, sounding particularly jarring.

"What happened now?"

Cheng Shuhai frowned.

There's never a quiet day in this courtyard house.

Yan Bugui was standing on tiptoe, peering intently into the crowd. As soon as he saw Cheng Shuhai return, he immediately came over, a gloating expression on his face.

"Shuhai, you're finally back! This is going to be interesting!" he said in a low voice, sounding mysterious.

"What's wrong?"

Cheng Shuhai asked curiously.

"Qin Huairu's family has come!" Yan Bugui said excitedly. "Her father and mother are both here! They specifically named her and demanded that Qin Huairu divorce Jia Dongxu!"

Cheng Shuhai raised an eyebrow, not surprised at all.

The Jia family is in a terrible state now. Jia Dongxu has been sent to a labor camp, Jia Zhangshi is bedridden, and the family has no income whatsoever.

It would be strange if Qin Huairu's family could remain indifferent.

"Look, they're making a scene in the Jia family's house right now!" Yan Bugui gestured towards the crowd. "That old woman, Jia Zhangshi, wanted to throw a tantrum, but she had a stroke and her speech is slurred. She can't even speak clearly, and Qin Huairu's mother gave her a thorough dressing-down!"

Cheng Shuhai listened, feeling only satisfaction.

Evil people always have their match. Jia Zhangshi, who usually acts like a tyrant in the courtyard, has finally met her match today.

............

"Mother-in-law! I'm putting my words out there!"

"We must take my daughter with us! This marriage must end!"

A sharp, resonant female voice rang out; it was Qin Huairu's mother.

"What's the state of your family now? The man's been sent to a labor camp, and you, the mother-in-law, are paralyzed!"

"Are you expecting our Huairu to starve with you guys?"

"My perfectly good daughter married into your family to enjoy a life of luxury, not to be a slave to you crippled men, waiting for a convict!"

Qin's mother's words were like knives, each one stabbing into Jia Zhangshi's heart.