Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

In a room filled with a strong sense of traditional Chinese style, an old and rustic bed stands out.

At this moment, an elderly man lay quietly on the bed; he was Mr. Wu. Time seemed to stand still here, and the whole room was filled with an atmosphere of tranquility and peace.

However, this calm did not last long. After a few minutes, Old Master Wu slowly opened his eyes, a look of pain on his face.

Clearly, he had just woken up from his coma and was experiencing a splitting headache, as if countless needles were pricking deep into his brain.

As soon as he regained consciousness, Old Master Wu couldn't help but let out a mournful wail:

"My son..." The voice was as mournful and desolate as a cuckoo crying blood, moving everyone who heard it.

The cries not only echoed in the room, but also deeply touched the hearts of everyone present.

At the same time, the other members of the Wu family gathered around the bed, their eyes filled with tears, sobbing softly. For a moment, the entire room was shrouded in sorrow and grief, the atmosphere unusually heavy and oppressive.

Just then, the eldest son of the Wu family walked in from outside. His face showed no sadness at all. He sat down by the bedside.

"Father, how are you?"

When the old man saw that it was his eldest son who came in, his sorrow lessened slightly, and he asked:

"Hey boss, what's wrong with your second brother?"

Seeing his father asking, the eldest son of the Wu family recounted in detail:

"The day before yesterday, my second brother was supervising the work at the dock when suddenly a riot broke out. Several reactionary elements were causing damage at the port."

"Logically speaking, as long as my second brother hides quietly, nothing will happen."

"Who knew he would insist on running? He tripped and fell to the ground, where he was trampled by the chaotic crowd. By the time the chaos subsided, my second brother was already dead."

Upon hearing this, Old Master Wu nearly fainted again, wailing:

"My son, my heart is so cold and desolate..."

Seeing his father crying uncontrollably, Wu Laoda could understand. It's understandable for an elderly person to shed a few tears when their child is being sent off.

However, my brother's funeral arrangements still need to be taken care of, so he said:

"Father, my brother's body will be back this afternoon. What should we do with it?"

Upon hearing this, Old Master Wu snapped out of his reverie: "Go ahead, go big!"

"Invite Mr. Yu from Fengzeyuan and his apprentice Chef Bao over. The young chef can calm your second brother's resentment."

"Let's throw a grand feast and send your second brother off in style!"

Boss Wu nodded: "Okay, I'll take care of it right away!" After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Boss." It was Old Master Wu calling out.

Old Wu turned around in confusion: "What's wrong, Dad?"

Grandpa Wu looked at his eldest son with a complex expression, his words tinged with concern:

"Boss, your second brother is gone. You'd better be careful!"

Old Wu laughed: "Don't worry, Dad, just focus on getting better."

After saying that, he turned and left again.

In the car, Boss Wu's face remained expressionless, but the joy in his heart was almost overflowing.

Wu the eldest didn't have a deep affection for his biological father. His mother died when he was young, and his father remarried, taking a concubine who had a younger brother.

Although his father had never skimped on food and clothing for him, everyone in the Wu family knew that Old Master Wu preferred his youngest son.

Even the business at Tianjin Port has been handed over to the youngest son; the Wu family's foundation is still there.

The eldest son of the Wu family had long seen through all of this, and he didn't care. He was very satisfied that his younger brother had done a good job this time.

At least they'll at least have a complete corpse. If it were Wu Laoda (Old Master Wu) who were to take action, they would be gone without a trace!

My brother did a great job; it saved him so much trouble.

Love you, bro. Good for you! The struggle for the crown prince is cruel, and you left before you even experienced the cruelty. You're lucky!

Don't worry, brother, I'll make sure your funeral is a grand affair!

The news of Wu's second son's death had already spread outside the city and could no longer be kept secret.

The Su family was both surprised and delighted upon hearing the news.

Su Mei was so excited she couldn't sleep. The second son of the Wu family had died! It was great!

Su's father, however, was having trouble sleeping. Was the death of Wu's second son truly an accident?

I'm afraid not. Father Su thinks he should go see Xu Damao tomorrow.

So the next morning, they went into town together.

Su's father went to find Xu Damao alone.

The two met at the entrance of Lou's steel rolling mill.

Su's father felt he needed to test Xu Damao.

"Da Mao, you're pretty good, kid."

Xu Damao was somewhat confused and asked in bewilderment:

"Dad... uh... Uncle... I've never even been with a woman before, how do you know if I'm good enough?"

Father Su waved his hand:

"That's not what I'm talking about. Wu's second son got killed at Tianjin Port. Did you hire someone to do it?"

"Huh?" Xu Damao exclaimed in surprise.

"What? The second son of the Wu family was killed? So quickly?"

Upon hearing Xu Damao's words, Su's father became even more certain that Xu Damao was responsible for the incident. Even if he didn't do it personally, it was still related to him, and it was almost certain.

Su's father smiled and patted his shoulder:

"Alright, if it's over, it's over. Why are you still hiding it from your father... oh no, from your uncle? Remember to clean it up properly. I'll be going now if there's nothing else." After saying that, Su's father turned around and left.

Xu Damao was left standing there, bewildered in the wind.

Even after regaining his senses, Xu Damao was still bewildered, muttering to himself:

"The old man probably doesn't think it was me who did it, does he?"

"I didn't do anything, fuck!"

"Could it be that my father intervened?"

Thinking of this, Xu Damao slapped his thigh and exclaimed excitedly:

"I knew it. My dad is no good. He kills people without warning and pretends to be a coward."

"Now you've been exposed, haven't you? You've been pretending, I'll teach you to pretend!"

After saying that, he set off for the steel rolling mill. His father had a small office and a small warehouse, which were used for office work and storing equipment. After entering, Xu Damao did not make a sound. He locked the door first, and then looked at Xu Fugui with a half-smile.

Xu Fugui felt a chill run down his spine from his son's gaze and couldn't help but laugh and scold:

"Da Mao, what's wrong with you? I'm not a prostitute, don't look at me like that."

Xu Damao crossed his arms and laughed:

"Dad, stop pretending. Wu's second son was killed at Tianjin Port. Did you do it?"

"What? Wu's second son was killed? So quickly?" Xu Fugui asked three questions in a row.

His actions confirmed to Xu Damao that the second son of the Wu family was the one his father had sent to kill.

Xu Damao smiled, his eyes narrowed:

"Hehehe, Dad, tell me how you do it. I'll learn so I can send someone to take care of any fools I encounter in the future."

Enraged upon hearing this, Xu Fugui slapped him hard across the face.

"You lazybones!"

"Which eye of yours saw me send someone to kill Wu's second son?"

Xu Damao covered his left cheek and said aggrievedly:

"Dad, if you don't want to admit it, fine, but why did you hit me?"

"I know the fewer people who know about this, the better, but I'm your son. Would your son betray you?"

Xu Fugui's forehead veins bulged with anger:

"Stop talking, your father didn't lay a hand on me, I didn't do anything."

"Really?" Xu Damao asked doubtfully.

"More real than real gold. If I had that kind of talent, why would I bother making movies? I'd be living in a villa and driving a luxury car by now," Xu Fugui replied.

Xu Damao became somewhat exasperated upon hearing this:

"That would be terrible. Su Mei's father might think I sent someone to kill Wu's second son."

Upon hearing this, Xu Fugui felt a bit of a headache, as he had left a bad impression on his future in-laws!

It wouldn't be good if the Su family thought the Xu family often bullied people.

We're just ordinary folks, we can only think about such things in our hearts, we would never dare to actually use a knife!

When Xu Fugui was young, he thought about killing Yi Zhonghai, Jia Zhengjing, and He Daqing more than once, but he never did. The reason was simple: he didn't dare. "I'm a law-abiding citizen, you bastard..."