Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

Jia Zhangshi rushed forward faster than Jia Dongxu and his wife, squatted down and slapped Bang Geng's buttocks, whimpering:

"My dear grandson, where did you run off to? You almost scared me to death!"

Banggeng held up the rib in his right hand for Jia Zhangshi to see, and said in a childish voice:

"Grandma, the meat smells delicious..."

As soon as he said this, the Jia family all understood. It turned out that he had gone looking for food by following the aroma.

The aroma of Li Jiuzhou's braised pork ribs with scallions was so enticing that they could smell it long ago.

Madam Jia patted the little boy's head and chuckled, "Hehehe, my dear grandson's nose is so sharp."

Banggeng thought this was a compliment, and he was still holding up the rib in his right hand towards his grandma.

When Jia Zhangshi saw the ribs in her grandson's hand, she swallowed hard. They smelled so good; she was tempted too.

So he snatched the ribs from Banggeng's hand and laughed:

"Bang Geng is such a good boy. He knows how to be filial to his grandma. He's much better than your unfilial father."

After saying that, he stuffed it into his mouth and immediately felt the aroma rush to the top of his head, it was so good it was explosive.

Jia Dongxu and Tong Jie stared wide-eyed, completely dumbfounded.

Are you going to eat the stalk of the stalk?

They were clearly showing you, but you were really not humble at all, and just grabbed it and put it in your mouth.

Bang Geng was stunned. He really didn't intend to give it to his grandma; he just wanted to show it to her.

Luckily, I still had one left, so I quickly stuffed it into my mouth and ate it. If I didn't eat it soon, I might not get any more.

However, the ribs were quite large, and the stems couldn't be eaten whole; they could only be gnawed on in small bites.

Seeing this, Jia Zhangshi clicked her tongue, feeling somewhat unsatisfied...

Jia Dongxu was very dissatisfied and stepped forward, saying:

"Mom, what's wrong with you? You're even taking things from the kids! That's going too far!"

Upon hearing this, Madam Jia paid no heed and declared with righteous indignation:

"What does it have to do with you that my grandson is being so filial?"

"Besides, the guy hasn't said anything, why are you getting so worked up?"

"And now you're blaming your mother? If I want to eat roast duck, will you buy it for me?"

Jia Dongxu became even more agitated after hearing this: "What could a little kid like Bang Geng possibly understand? Mom, can't you set a good example?"

"What if the pheasant remembers you fighting with it for food?"

"Watch out, he might beat you up when he grows up!"

"Ugh~" Tong Jie quickly covered her mouth after hearing this, because she was afraid she would burst out laughing.

Tong Jie couldn't help but mutter to herself:

"What kind of anti-heavenly language is this? It's too damn exciting!"

Hearing her son say this, Jia Zhangshi felt a little scared. The thought of being old and frail, being beaten on the ground by her grandson more than ten years later filled her with dread.

How many punches from my grandson will I be able to take when I'm this old in a decade or so?

Madam Jia looked at Banggeng with lingering fear and asked cautiously:

"Hey, will you beat up your grandma when you grow up?"

Banggeng stopped gnawing on the ribs, looked at his father and then at his mother, and then smiled:

"I'll beat up my grandma when I grow up..."

"Hmm~"

This time, Jia Dongxu and Tong Jie covered their mouths together, their faces contorted in pain, trying to hold back their laughter, afraid that it would hurt their mother's feelings.

Madam Jia's face darkened further. She wanted to roll up her sleeves and give this little brat a good beating, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.

Just as Jia Zhangshi was feeling unwell, Bang Geng spoke again.

He stretched out his little hand, pointed at Jia Dongxu, then at Tong Jie, and said:

"We'll beat up Dad and Mom too!"

"Ugh..." Jia Dongxu and Tong Jie felt a sudden difficulty breathing, as if they had eaten shit.

The air was silent for a few seconds, then it was broken by Jia Zhangshi's exaggerated laughter:

"Hahaha, good, my good grandson, you can't just beat your grandma, it's fair to beat your parents too."

"The family must be united. Everyone should be together. When the time comes, Grandma will take out your grandfather's memorial tablet and let you pound it! Pound it hard!"

Jia Dongxu stepped forward with a wicked grin, saying as he walked:

"You little bastard, you dare to hit your parents? I'll beat you to death right now!"

Tong Jie was also quite angry with her son, and she added fuel to the fire from the side:

"Yes, give it a good beating! It won't teach it a lesson if you don't beat it!"

Before Jia Dongxu could even reach Banggeng, he was stopped by Jia Zhangshi, who asked in a deep voice:

"What are you doing? You really want to beat my precious grandson, don't you?!"

Jia Dongxu was furious: "Mom, look at what this rebellious little bastard is saying!"

"It's one thing to beat you up, but to go and beat up his own parents too? I'm not satisfied until I give him a good beating today."

Madam Jia was furious when she heard her son say this:

"What are you talking about? So it's okay for Bang Geng to hit me, but not for the two of you?"

Jia Dongxu realized he had said the wrong thing and said somewhat embarrassedly:

"Uh... Mom, that's not what I meant. I meant that Bang Geng is unfilial, so I'll give him a beating to prevent him from going astray in the future."

Madam Jia waved her hand impatiently: "Go away, my grandson is still young, what does he know? You two go cook."

After saying that, he picked up the stick and walked towards the front yard.

Jia Dongxu glanced at his wife Tong Jie and helplessly shrugged.

That was just a joke at most. My son is only a little over a week and a half old; you can't take his words seriously.

Jia Dongxu said to Tong Jie, "Wife, don't take it seriously. Our son is still young. We'll teach him slowly."

Tong Jie nodded in agreement. That made sense; what could such a young child possibly understand?

However, the influence of parents' words and actions is very important, and Tong Jie realized this at this moment.

My mother-in-law usually speaks very casually, and my son is at the age where he is just learning to talk, so he naturally imitates whatever the adults say.

My mother-in-law has too many bad habits; who knows when my son will pick them up.

Thinking about this, Tong Jie felt helpless. She was overwhelmed with work, having to do all sorts of chores and other tasks around the house.

If her mother-in-law doesn't help her take care of her son, who will?

Moreover, how could a son not be allowed to interact with his mother while living under the same roof, especially since the house is so small?

She would go crazy if she wasn't allowed to take care of her grandson. All the neighbors in the courtyard knew that Banggeng was her precious grandson, her lifeblood.

Meanwhile, Jia Zhangshi took the opportunity before it got dark to carry the stalks to the state-owned grocery store at the street corner.

They sell a variety of things, including groceries, daily necessities, and snacks for children.

Jia Zhangshi took out a dime and bought a Beibingyang popsicle, milk flavored, a favorite of children in the summer.

Banggeng's eyes lit up after he took a lick of the popsicle.

"Grandma, it's sweet~ sweet~, I want more!"

Madam Jia laughed and said, "Hehe, my dear grandson, Grandma ate your ribs today, but I gave you an ice pop in return. We're even now."

"You can't say things like 'beating grandma' anymore, okay?"

Banggeng couldn't understand, so he just nodded and stretched his neck to lick the popsicle.

Madam Jia was very satisfied. Her grandson nodded, which she took as his agreement, and she was relieved.

So the old man and the child finished licking the popsicle on their way home.

Basically, it's the stalk of the stick licking, while Jia Zhangshi bites.

Most of the popsicles ended up in Jia Zhangshi's stomach.