Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

The incident involving Jia Dongxu borrowing money was just a minor episode.

Although the matter was minor, it did damage Jia Dongxu's reputation within the hospital.

The neighbors all warned the children not to let Jia Dongxu swindle them out of their money, saying that although he seemed honest on the surface, he was actually full of tricks.

Loushi Steel Rolling Mill is a large factory with more than 2,000 employees.

Every country attaches great importance to the steel industry, regardless of the era.

In Beiping, ordinary people could basically live a comfortable life if they could get a job in a steel rolling mill.

Not only is the salary high, but you can eat meat every day without any problem.

They were living a very comfortable life.

People like Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, and Jia Renyi (also known as Lao Jia) in the courtyard were intermediate fitters at the steel rolling mill.

After the New Year, He Daqing successfully entered the kitchen of the steel rolling mill as the canteen director.

He was mainly responsible for the small kitchen and managing the staff in the back kitchen.

Lou Bancheng gave He Daqing 95 silver dollars a month.

Of course, there are also additional benefits, namely that He Daqing can get a rebate on the purchase of ingredients.

After a month, you should be able to earn at least a dollar for a dish.

Moreover, the work is easy, and I can bring my daughter with me.

He Daqing sat in his office, legs crossed, smoking, in an extremely pleasant mood.

He thought to himself, "If I had known that working at the steel rolling mill would be so glamorous, I should have come sooner."

I took too many detours back and forth.

Just as he was about to rest, there was a rapid knocking on his office door.

"Damn it, is this a funeral? Don't you know the rules? How can you knock on the door like that?" He Daqing muttered, but still got up and opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, before He Daqing could even speak, Yi Zhonghai, standing at the door, said anxiously:

"Old He, come with me quickly, something's happened, something really bad!"

He Daqing's heart skipped a beat. Had something terrible happened?

Seeing that Yi Zhonghai's anxious expression didn't seem to be faking it, I took a deep breath and asked:

"Old Yi, tell me slowly, what happened?"

After saying that, she took out a cigarette from her pocket and offered it to him.

Seeing this, Yi Zhonghai also lit his lamp, took a deep drag, and said:

"Old Jia was just hit by a steel pipe, he's covered in blood and is being taken to the hospital right now."

"Director Lou told me to go back to the factory and talk to Sister-in-law Jia and Dongxu, and tell them to go to the hospital as soon as possible, so that they might be able to see each other one last time."

He Daqing breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this; at least it wasn't something that happened to his family. But then his anger flared, and he shouted:

"Then what the hell are you doing here? Hurry up and go back to the yard to inform Sister-in-law Jia."

Yi Zhonghai gave a trembling smile:

"Um...um, I don't dare...you know what kind of person Sister-in-law Jia is, I'm afraid she'll do something to me!"

"You..." He Daqing pointed at Yi Zhonghai, unable to speak.

"Old He, come with me. Putting aside the facts, you and Old Jia are neighbors, so it's only right that you make the trip, don't you think?"

"Fuck you, I'm not going to believe you. Let's go, let's go..." He Daqing finally agreed.

After all, they were neighbors. If Yi Zhonghai went back to report the news, he would definitely get a beating from Old Jia's wife.

It's safer if two people go together.

It was a little past three o'clock, and the two hurriedly headed towards the courtyard house.

Once inside the front yard, women and children were chatting and playing.

Yi Zhonghai's wife, with her sharp eyes, greeted the two as they entered the courtyard:

"Honey, why are you two back? Weren't you at work? Did something happen at the factory and you got a day off?"

"By the way, why didn't Brother Jia come back with us?"

Zhang Xiaohua was sewing shoe soles when she looked up and casually asked:

"Yeah, Lao Yi, where's Lao Jia? Why didn't he come back with us?"

He Daqing took two steps to the side, moving away from Yi Zhonghai.

The two women didn't ask him, and he didn't want to bring it up either. He decided to let Yi Zhonghai take the blame.

Faced with questions from his wife and Jia's sister-in-law, Yi Zhonghai hesitated, unsure of how to begin.

"Honey, what's wrong? Why do you look so pale?" Yi Zhonghai's wife asked anxiously upon seeing this.

Her question made Zhang Xiaohua uneasy. She looked up and stared intently at Yi Zhonghai, a bad feeling creeping into her heart.

Yi Zhonghai gritted his teeth and said directly:

"Sister-in-law Jia, please don't get agitated. Old Jia was hit by a steel pipe at the factory and is currently in the hospital receiving emergency treatment. Please take Dongxu and come with us right away!"

Clang.

Zhang Xiaohua froze, the shoe sole in her hand fell to the ground, and her lips trembled.

But she quickly realized, perhaps not believing it, and shouted:

"You're talking nonsense! Old Jia is protected by his ancestors, how could anything happen to him? Yi Zhonghai, if you keep spouting this rubbish, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

Here she comes, this is the real Zhang Xiaohua, she's not a good person at all.

Without Lao Jia's suppression, she might really scratch you if you anger her.

"Sister-in-law, believe it or not, hurry up and come with me, or it'll really be too late..."

Yi Zhonghai also laid his cards on the table, saying directly that Lao Jia was nearing the end of his life.

Zhang Xiaohua fainted immediately. Yi Zhonghai's words were too harsh, far too harsh...

After hearing this, the neighbors understood that perhaps Old Jia was really nearing his end, otherwise Yi Zhonghai wouldn't be in such a hurry.

Jia Dongxu had already heard the commotion inside the house.

Upon hearing that his father was about to die, his legs went weak and he almost couldn't stand up.

Everyone pinched her philtrum and gave her a massage, which finally helped Zhang Xiaohua recover.

A group of people escorted the Jia family mother and son to the hospital.

On the way, Yi Zhonghai also truthfully explained the situation.

At this point, the only way to find out the real situation is to go to the hospital first.

Upon arriving at the hospital, the workshop director was waiting outside the emergency room.

Seeing Yi Zhonghai bring his family over, he quickly stepped forward, grasped Zhang Xiaohua's hands, and comforted her:

"Sister-in-law Jia, this is Wang Ximing, the workshop director. Old Jia is still being treated. Don't worry, the hospital is doing everything they can to save him, he'll be alright."

"Yes, yes, yes, Old Jia is a lucky man, he'll be alright." Zhang Xiaohua was completely lost at the moment, but hearing the factory leader say this made her feel a little more at ease.

Wang Yiming is quite capable as a leader; he reassured Zhang Xiaohua and her son, as well as the neighbors who came to accompany them, with just a few words.

As time ticked by, the Jia family mother and son were in unbearable agony.

Half an hour later, the lights in the emergency room went out, the door opened, and several doctors came out.

"Who are the family members?"

Neither the Jia mother nor her son dared to approach and speak to her.

Zhang Xiaohua looked at Yi Zhonghai pleadingly: "Old Yi..."

"Eh..."

Yi Zhonghai stepped forward: "Doctor, please just say it, we're all here."

The doctor immediately recognized who the family members were, but without dwelling on it, he simply came out to announce the result.

"Let the family members in for a private chat; it should be around this time."

The doctor's words struck Jia's mother and son like a heavy hammer blow...