Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

Yan Bugui, holding a knife, was terrified when he saw his two sons' disheveled state. He stepped forward and nervously asked:

"Jiecheng Jiefang, what's going on with you two? Don't scare your dad like that!"

Yan Jiecheng felt a warmth in his heart at this moment. After all, he was his own father, knowing how to care for the two brothers. So he flashed a bright white smile:

"Dad, we're fine, we just gave Jia Dongxu a beating!"

Yan Jiefang retorted, not to be outdone:

"Dad, I punched Jia Dongxu so hard he almost vomited."

An uproar erupted in the crowd. It was a false alarm, but Dongxu was a bit of a disappointment, getting beaten up by those two brats.

Yan Bugui had a toothache, and before he could even turn around, he could feel a chill down his spine.

"That's right, it was Yi Zhonghai's gaze. Jia Dongxu was his apprentice; hitting him was tantamount to slapping Yi Zhonghai in the face."

Yi Zhonghai helped Jia Dongxu up and asked with concern, "Dongxu, how are you?"

"Master, those two brats attacked me from behind! You must do me justice!"

Yi Zhonghai frowned slightly: "Let's go back to the courtyard first."

After returning to their courtyard, everyone gathered in the central courtyard to resolve the matter together.

When Jia Zhangshi saw her son's miserable state, she was furious. When she learned that he had been beaten by the Yan brothers, she jumped up and down and cursed them.

Yang Ruihua naturally retaliated, having insulted his ancestors for eighteen generations, and the No. 95 courtyard became very noisy.

"Enough! Stop arguing! You'll make a fool of yourself late at night!" Yi Zhonghai shouted.

At this time, the meeting in Courtyard No. 95 was already taking shape, but the eight-immortal table had not yet been set up, and the three liaison officers were just standing in front of the crowd.

When Yi Zhonghai spoke, everyone gave him face and quieted down.

Seeing that the crowd had quieted down, Yi Zhonghai was very satisfied and immediately asked his apprentice:

"Dongxu, tell me, why did Jie and his brother beat you up!"

As soon as he said this, Yan Bugui frowned. Old Yi's question was rather biased. What did he mean by "Why did my son hit Jia Dongxu?"? It was clearly starting to take a roundabout approach.

Jia Dongxu wasn't stupid; he could tell his master was on his side, so he said:

"I was about to go to the toilet when I ran into the two brothers, so I greeted them. They not only ignored me but also started cursing at me."

"Of course I wasn't happy about it, so I started arguing with them, but the two guys didn't play by the rules and jumped up and kicked me."

"I was caught off guard and fell into their trap."

Yan Jiecheng was furious upon hearing this and immediately retorted:

"Jia Dongxu, you're talking nonsense! You were the one cursing and spitting on Jiefang's head."

"If I don't hit you, who will I hit? I should have drowned you in a latrine, you son of a bitch!"

"Oh my goodness!" The neighbors gasped in surprise, interpreting it as a terrible omen!

"What did you say, you little brat? I'll beat you to death!" With so many people watching, Jia Dongxu also began to fight back.

The two sides were about to fight again immediately after the words were spoken.

Yan Bugui glared at Yi Zhonghai with hostility.

"Old Yi, you're clearly favoring your apprentice, Jia Dongxu."

Yi Zhonghai calmly replied: "Old Yan, what are you saying? Dongxu is my apprentice, that's true, but aren't Jiecheng and Jiefang your sons too?"

At this moment, Xu Fugui stepped forward:

"Stop arguing, you're all neighbors."

"Old Yi, Old Yan, you two should talk less."

"Hmph." The two snorted coldly without saying a word, clearly disliking each other.

"Jiefang, tell me what exactly happened," Xu Fugui decided to ask the youngest one.

Yan Jiefang was only in sixth grade. People didn't care that he was thin, but he wasn't worried. He had already hit the person, so what if they did?

So he stepped forward and perfectly imitated Jia Dongxu's encounter with the two of them and the fight that followed.

Finally, Yan Jiefang walked up to Yan Bugui:

"Dad, do you see if there's still phlegm stuck to the back of my head?"

Yan Bugui glanced at it and was disgusted. He saw a clump of yellowish, sticky liquid stuck to the back of his son's hair, and immediately cursed in anger:

"Oh my god, that's disgusting! Jia Dongxu, how can you act like an adult? My sons Jiecheng and Jiefang are still in school."

The other neighbors also peeked over and were disgusted. Now they all changed their tune and started blaming Jia Dongxu.

Indeed, Jia Dongxu, you're in your twenties, you already have a son, and it's really unreasonable for you to bully two children.

"It's all your fault. If you hadn't randomly claimed to be my mother, none of this would have happened." Jia Dongxu, unable to defend himself, directly shifted the blame to Yan Bugui.

This left Yan Bugui speechless, unsure of what to say.

Madam Jia Zhang stepped forward and laughed arrogantly: "Hahaha, what a fine son I have!"

"And my dear grandson... hahahaha."

Upon hearing this, Jia Dongxu also put his hands on his hips and laughed loudly. The mother and son were as arrogant as could be.

Sha Zhu, standing on the outskirts of the crowd, said to Li Jiuzhou:

"Damn, senior brother, I'm starting to dislike the Jia family mother and son, what should I do?"

Upon hearing this, Li Jiuzhou rolled his eyes at him:

"If you don't like it, just go up and beat them up. Why are you telling me all this?"

"Zhu Zi, stop fooling around and watch quietly," Qin Huairu said, tugging at Sha Zhu's sleeve.

Silly Zhu scratched his head and grinned foolishly:

"Hehe, wife, I was just kidding. The Jia family is lucky they didn't mess with me, otherwise I could beat all four of them."

Xu Damao, who was standing nearby, chimed in:

"Silly Zhu, the Jia family has three members, where did the fourth person come from?"

Shazhu cursed, "Isn't Bang Geng a human being?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Damao couldn't help but give Sha Zhu a thumbs up:

"Silly Zhu, you're awesome, I admire you, I admire you so much~"

Just as Sha Zhu was getting carried away with his smugness, he was met with a brutal attack from his sister.

He Yushui then said:

"Brother, you even want to beat up that little brat, that's too cruel..."

"Pfft, hahahaha..." Everyone around Shazhu burst out laughing.

The Jia family mother and son were extremely proud of themselves, constantly spouting terms like "son," "grandson," and "nephew."

Yan Bugui was patient, but Yan Jiecheng couldn't stand it. He secretly called out to his younger brother Yan Jiefang, and the two exchanged a glance before rushing forward and starting to fight with lightning speed.

Who cares if we can win or not, let's fight first and see what happens, what if we win?

Seeing that his son was already on stage, Yan Bugui realized there was no reason to just watch, so he rolled up his sleeves and joined in.

Yang Ruihua casually handed her youngest son, Yan Jiefang, whom she was holding, to a neighbor, rolled up her sleeves, and, shouting loudly, headed straight for Jia Zhangshi.

Yan Bugui had already caught a glimpse of his daughter-in-law getting ready, so he shouted to encourage his two sons:

"Jie Cheng, Jie Fang, we have the advantage of four against two, give him a good beating."

Yan Bugui was knowledgeable in military strategy and knew how to strengthen the Jia family's defenses.

As expected, the Jia family mother and son panicked when they heard it was four against two, and were beaten by the four members of the Yan family, screaming in pain.

Tong Jie was extremely anxious, holding her son Banggeng. She stood at her own doorway, with no one around to help her hold her son.

None of the neighbors stepped forward to break up the fight; they were all huddled together, and anyone who tried to intervene might get punched.

Yi Zhonghai had no such concerns and stepped forward to break up the fight, but ended up getting a thrashing by Jia Zhangshi.

That slap left Yi Zhonghai speechless. He then shielded everyone in front of him, ignoring whoever it was...