Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

After everything was ready, Li Jiuzhou and the others set off together with the eldest son of the Wu family.

The body of Wu's second son is still parked at the entrance of Fengzeyuan. We need to leave quickly, otherwise it will be too unlucky and affect business.

That's right, Li Jiuzhou and the others were outside Suzhou City with the body of Wu's second son.

The second son of the Wu family was destined to return to his roots, so naturally he was buried in his family's ancestral grave after his death.

It was only because the Wu family was wealthy that they were able to transport the remains of the second son of the Wu family back from Tianjin Port.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably burn the body, collect the ashes, and take it home.

If you want to make things easier, you can just bury it on any hilltop.

This is not the Yuan Dynasty, unlike the Hongwu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang, whose parents died without even a burial place.

Now, you can bury things anywhere as long as they don't block the road, it's not a big problem.

The procession was large, with over 30 people. The Wu family had hired a funeral band, and the band played instruments and sang as they escorted Wu Lao Er out of the city.

Many passersby stopped to watch, finding it novel; they hadn't seen such a scene in quite some time.

Only wealthy families would hire a funeral band when someone in the family passed away.

Ordinary people just hold a funeral banquet and send the deceased off with dignity, and that's it.

Li Jiuzhou and Sha Zhu arrived at the Wu family residence by car ahead of everyone else. The banquet was to be held that evening, so time was a bit tight.

Upon arriving at the destination, they met Old Master Wu, whose face was filled with sorrow.

"Mr. Yu, I'll leave the banquet to you."

Li Jiuzhou nodded:

"Don't worry, leave it to me. My condolences, sir."

The two didn't talk much; Li Jiuzhou had his own things to do.

More than an hour later, Wu Lao Er's body was returned, and the sound of crying and shouting filled the air.

Xu Damao was in the crowd, tears and snot streaming down his face, laughing and crying at the same time.

"Ah, it hurts so much! Brother Wu died young! I am truly heartbroken!"

Many of the other people who were crying were Wu Lao Er's friends and playmates. Knowing his regret at returning, they all came to see him off.

But he was not in any pain like Xu Damao, and his appearance attracted the attention of many people.

Seeing Xu Damao in such pain, Old Master Wu felt a pang of sorrow, but also a touch of emotion. He remarked that his son had made a good friend, his feelings were genuine, and he beckoned to his eldest son.

Seeing this, Old Wu went over and asked, "Dad, is something the matter?"

Old Master Wu didn't waste any words, pointing to Xu Damao in the crowd and slowly speaking:

"Your second brother's friend is quite good. Find some time later to inquire about him."

"If you're having a hard time, lend him a hand; consider it doing your second brother's last favor."

After hesitating for a moment, Boss Wu nodded: "Okay, I'll do as you say."

The eldest son of the Wu family felt that Xu Damao looked unfamiliar. He was crying so badly that people who didn't know him would think that his father had died. Was he really in that much pain?

My brother hurt me and I didn't feel any pain, but you're in pain?

However, he still had to do what his father had asked him to do, so he walked over to Xu Damao and asked:

"Hey bro, what's your relationship with my little brother?"

Xu Damao's tears flowed like a burst dam, but this was by no means because he was truly heartbroken.

On the contrary, he was secretly delighted at that very moment!

If it weren't for the fact that the occasion was rather inappropriate, he probably would have already burst into song to express his celebration—he would have even found a different kind of beauty in the originally solemn and dignified funeral music!

However, at this moment, Wu's eldest son suddenly asked him a question without warning, which really startled Xu Damao, and he became flustered for a moment.

Fortunately, this state didn't last long; he quickly regained his composure and replied nonchalantly:

"Oh, it's Brother Wu. Do you really want to know about my relationship with your younger brother?"

"It's not appropriate to say this in this setting."

Upon hearing this, Boss Wu thought Xu Damao was being pretentious; what was there to hide? But his smile remained unchanged.

"Please speak freely, brother."

Xu Damao nodded and lowered his voice:

"Brother Wu and I are brothers-in-law; we used to spend a lot of time and fun together!"

"Oh my!" Boss Wu's eyes widened in disbelief.

He knew his own brother was good at this, but he never expected his brother-in-law to do it too. Wow, that's amazing!

After a moment of surprise, Boss Wu's face broke into a smile again, and he cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Xu Damao:

"So you're saying my brother is a man of character, that he could take time out of his busy schedule to come and see my brother off. I thank you in advance."

Seeing that he had gotten away with it, Xu Damao quickly returned the greeting:

"Not at all, not at all. My second brother took good care of me when he was alive, so it's only right that we come to see him off."

Boss Wu nodded:

"Alright, I have other things to do, so you can stay here for now. I'll toast you a few times when we have dinner tonight."

"No problem, Brother Wu, you go ahead with your work."

Xu Damao breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Boss Wu leave, feeling that he had given a perfect answer.

Because both he and Wu Lao Er had that kind of relationship with Su Mei, strictly speaking, if he married Su Mei in the future, wouldn't he and Wu Lao Er be brothers-in-law? I, Xu Damao, wasn't wrong, it's just in a different way.

After turning around, Boss Wu revealed a disdainful sneer on his face.

After Xu Damao revealed that he and his younger brother were brothers-in-law, he lost all interest in finding out their identities.

But that makes sense; what decent friends could someone like my brother possibly have?

After returning to his father's side, he whispered in his ear:

"Father, I've found out. He and my second brother are brothers-in-law."

Grandpa Wu was still immersed in grief and didn't react for a moment:

"What, brother-in-law? The second son isn't even married yet, how could he be a brother-in-law?"

Boss Wu explained with a strange expression:

"Dad, it's like the kind of brother-in-law relationship between johns. My second brother and he often do that together... cough cough cough." Wu Laoda stopped there, presumably because his father could understand.

Upon hearing his eldest son's words, Old Master Wu's originally sorrowful expression turned somewhat strange, and he couldn't help but mutter a curse:

"Damn it, that second son is really... really... ugh, what a sin..."

Seeing this, Wu the eldest comforted him, saying, "Father, death is the greatest tragedy. My second brother has lived a carefree life."

Old Master Wu let out a long sigh, closed his eyes, and slowly said:

"After your second brother's funeral, give him a token of appreciation. They came with good intentions, so give them a gift in return."

"Okay, I'll do as you say!" Old Wu agreed.

Now he can do anything. His second son is already dead, so no one can compete with him for the inheritance. This little thing is insignificant, just a bit of money.

But Wu Laoda still had some regrets, regretting that his younger brother's death was too sudden and too easy, leaving him feeling somewhat disappointed.

He likes to read history books, and his favorite emperors are only his second brother and fourth brother.

How did he rise to power? It was a spectacular affair! A real man never plays the game of succession!

Wu Laoda didn't think he could compare to Erfeng and Sige, so 800 it was.

However, he had already planned it out, intending to have a showdown with his younger brother on the road between the Wu family's old residence and Beiping City.

We don't need many people, eight will suffice.

His brother turned out to be such a disappointment.