Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

On the other side, after Sha Zhu was taken away by the military control committee, the kitchen helpers he had hired hurriedly packed up their things and returned to Fengzeyuan, where they told the manager and the kitchen staff what had happened.

They portrayed Sha Zhu as incredibly powerful and domineering, saying he could take on more than a dozen people and knock them all to the ground.

Li Jiuzhou's expression was very strange after hearing this. Sha Zhu went to sit at the banquet, but ended up beating up the host and wiping them out. That's really awesome!

Some people in the kitchen were indignant, feeling that the owners were bullying them, while others said that Sha Zhu was too impulsive and that it was wrong of him to hit people.

He Daqing is the one who's having the biggest headache; this is a difficult matter to handle.

If the chef who is preparing a grand banquet assaults the host, how can his reputation be good?

He was worried about his son's future and also thinking about how to resolve the situation.

Master Li Tielong frowned, seemingly lost in thought.

No matter how the matter is resolved, the apprentice's reputation is destined to be affected.

He's a scoundrel at the Wang family's house; he curses the cook after meals.

Your apprentice was doing a good job, so you just settled the bill and everything was fine, but it turned out to be a bad thing.

Fortunately, his apprentice held back, otherwise that powerful dunk would have opened up another spot for him.

As he thought about it, Li Tielong smiled...

Li Huaide received the news immediately and was overjoyed to learn what Sha Zhu had done.

Instruct them to take good care of him and not let his cheap nephew, Sha Zhu, suffer in prison.

Meanwhile, as soon as Sha Zhu arrived, several people surrounded him, looking him up and down.

A burly man asked in a stern voice:

"Hey kid, don't you know any rules? Put your hands behind your head and squat down!"

Sha Zhu pointed to himself: "You mean me?"

"Otherwise, hurry up and avoid suffering."

Sha Zhu smiled contemptuously:

"Sorry, buddy, my bones are too stiff to squat even a little bit."

Just as the burly man was about to erupt in anger, a hoarse voice came from the innermost part of the cell:

"Kid, what brought you in here?"

"Let's fight," Sha Zhu replied.

"Where can I get it?"

"At the banquet."

"How much do you want?"

"I can take on more than a dozen at once!"

"Who are you having dinner with?"

"Luanpubao".

The middle-aged man at the very back waved to Sha Zhu:

"Come here."

Sha Zhu slowly walked over.

The middle-aged man carefully examined Sha Zhu, and after a while, he smiled:

"cook?"

"Um."

"apprentice?"

"No, a head chef."

"Are you Mr. Fish?"

"Mr. Yu is my senior fellow apprentice!"

The middle-aged man laughed: "The younger generation is indeed formidable. In that case, Li Tielong is your master."

Only then did Sha Zhu clasp his hands in a fist salute to the middle-aged man.

"It is indeed my master. May I ask which senior is it?"

The middle-aged man waved his hand: "Don't call me senior. Your master was kind to me in the past."

"You can call me Uncle Tiger if you don't mind."

"Okay, Uncle Tiger," Sha Zhu replied.

At this moment, the man who had asked the first question walked over and said:

"Boss, are we still going to have a welcoming ceremony?"

The middle-aged man kicked him, and the big man staggered and crashed into the wall, crying out in pain.

"Fuck you, this is my nephew, you better watch yourselves."

"Yes, yes, yes." Out of respect for the middle-aged man's authority, the others all replied in agreement.

Then, gently, he asked Sha Zhu:

"What's your name?"

"He Yuzhu".

The middle-aged man nodded slightly: "Yes, you can stay here without worry. With me here, no one will dare to bully you."

"Thanks, Uncle Tiger," Sha Zhu said gratefully.

Not long after, two more people were brought in; they were Wang and his son.

The father and son glared fiercely at Sha Zhu as soon as they entered, their eyes revealing their malice towards him.

A group of people in the cell surrounded them, their eyes filled with hostility yet also anticipation.

Uncle Tiger noticed that Sha Zhu and the two who had just come in looked a little off, so he asked:

Do you know these two people?

"I don't know him," Sha Zhu blurted out, his face full of gloom.

Upon hearing that he didn't recognize Uncle Tiger, his face immediately darkened, and he sternly reprimanded the Wang father and son:

"Damn it, get down and put your hands behind your head!"

The Wang father and son were startled and immediately squatted down, covering their heads with their hands.

At that moment, a fat man carrying a basin of cold water poured it over the Wang father and son's heads.

"Tell me, why were you brought in?"

The Wang father and son were shivering from the cold water.

"Fight...fight!" the groom from the Wang family responded, trembling.

"Where are we going to fight?"

"At home."

"How many against how many?"

The father and son exchanged a glance, then looked at Sha Zhu and replied in unison:

"Sixteen against one."

"Oh?" Now everyone in the cell became interested.

Uncle Tiger was also smiling at this moment:

"Then why do you two look like you have bruises and swelling on your faces?"

"No...I've never fought..." the groom from the Wang family replied.

"Holy crap!" An incredulous exclamation erupted from the cell.

Only Sha Zhu's lips slowly curled up, then became more and more upturned, looking exactly like a pouty mouth.

"Why are we fighting?" the fat man asked again after everyone had finished laughing.

The groom from the Wang family pointed at Sha Zhu and said:

"Because banquets are too expensive, our family wants to save some money, so we want to cut the cost of the cook preparing the banquet."

"And then he single-handedly beat up our whole family!"

"Holy crap..." Everyone exclaimed again, their eyes filled with admiration as they looked at Sha Zhu.

"Awesome!" Uncle Tiger patted Silly Pillar and praised.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Silly Zhu waved his hands repeatedly, but inside, he was already flying happily.

"Fuck you, I hate people who don't follow the rules the most! Brothers, let's get the welcoming ceremony going!" the fat man said.

Soon the skinny man took a tattered blanket and covered the father and son's heads, and then a group of people went up and punched and kicked them.

They hit for five minutes before stopping.

Uncle Tiger then pulled back the tattered blanket and said coldly:

"Now that you're in, you'd better reform yourself and follow the rules, understand?"

"We know, we know," the Wang father and son quickly replied, afraid of being beaten again.

As evening fell, Li Huaide came to handle the matter personally.

This is a very ordinary case; many people wouldn't believe it if I told them.

Li Huaide was amazed by Sha Zhu's fighting prowess, thinking that this silly boy was incredibly capable. He hadn't expected the simpleton to be such a fighter.

If it were wartime, we would definitely recruit that silly boy, Zhu, into the army.

Both parties were brought in for questioning again, and the Wang family demanded compensation, insisting that Sha Zhu had assaulted them.

We may have reneged on our debt, but it's wrong of you to hit someone.

Sha Zhu was indeed in the wrong, and in front of everyone, he beat the whole family to the ground, even slapping the bride who was passing by.

Even a 70-year-old woman was subjected to a humiliating dunk by Sha Zhu, and she almost died.

Li Huaide's judgment was that both sides should be punished equally, and the Wang family should first settle the money for the banquet that Sha Zhu had paid.

Then Sha Zhu compensated the Wang family for the cost of their medicine.

After all that back and forth, Sha Zhu's job was essentially for nothing.

Sha Zhu had figured it out. He took action and felt relieved. If he didn't make money, so be it. It wasn't a big deal.

The next morning at eight o'clock, Sha Zhu was picked up by Li Jiuzhou.

At the entrance of courtyard number 95, the deaf old woman even set up a brazier and asked Sha Zhu to praise it.

Get rid of all the bad luck.

The neighbors already knew about Sha Zhu's heroic deeds yesterday, and they all praised him for doing a great job, especially killing those bastards from the Wang family.

The matter couldn't be kept secret any longer; it spread not only among the neighbors in the courtyard but also throughout the entire Beiping Qinhang branch.

The cook beat up the host family; he's really something.

This incident served as a wake-up call for the chefs preparing the banquets, and the rules were changed accordingly.

I don't have to pay you first, but I need you to sign and put your fingerprint on it, just in case you try to renege on your debt.

The Wang family serves as a cautionary tale; they scolded the cook after the meal—that's incredibly disrespectful.

His colleagues even gave Sha Zhu a nickname: "The Frenzied Chef of Fengzeyuan!"

If you dare not pay, I'll slam you!

The story spread so convincingly that Sha Zhu was so angry he didn't eat for a whole day.