Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

Li Huaide was teased by his family for a whole week because of a dream he had.

He was indeed being presumptuous; was it really possible for him to have such a dream?

On his day off, Li Jiuzhou slept in late and didn't get up until lunchtime.

As soon as I got up and walked to the door, I saw Jia Dongxu chasing after Xiaobanggeng with a feather duster.

"You little brat, you just stand there! I'll beat you to a pulp!"

Bang Geng saw Li Jiuzhou and immediately ran behind him and grabbed his clothes.

Li Jiuzhou readily played along, smiling as he opened his arms to block the way:

"Dongxu, why are you in such a hurry? Did you take off the tiles or tear the house down?"

Jia Dongxu's face flushed red; he was furious. Holding a feather duster, he pointed at the stick and said:

"That little brat slapped me! He's so young and he dares to hit me? He'll never amount to anything! Should I beat him to death?!"

"Jiuzhou, if you're a brother, don't stop me! I'll fucking kill him right now!"

Upon hearing this, Li Jiuzhou looked closely at Jia Dongxu's left cheek. The five finger marks were small but very clear. Looking at Jia Dongxu, Li Jiuzhou wanted to laugh.

However, I can empathize with him. Bang Geng is still young, only two years old, but his strength is just too much.

It was fine for the father and son to play around, and it didn't matter if Li Jiuzhou was hit a few times by his son. But the clearly visible five-finger mark on Jia Dongxu's face made Li Jiuzhou hesitate, unsure whether he should stop him.

If it were his son Tie Niu who had done that to him, Li Jiuzhou might have hung his son from the roof beam and whipped him.

After thinking it through, Li Jiuzhou silently mourned for Bang Geng. It wasn't that his uncle didn't want to stop him, but that he couldn't. So he moved his feet and revealed Bang Geng.

Banggeng was terrified, watching his father brandish the feather duster menacingly and shouting, "Uncle, you're not being fair!"

"Hahaha, prepare to die, you little brat!" Jia Dongxu took a few steps forward and swung the feather duster down.

"Ah~ Grandpa, save me!" Bang Geng screamed in agony as he was whipped.

Jia Dongxu didn't really use any force; he knew his limits.

The commotion in the front yard naturally attracted the attention of the neighbors, who all came to see what was happening, but no one stopped them.

It's only natural for a father to beat his son; who can stop him?

Anyone who tries to stop them might get whipped twice; Yi Zhonghai is the best example, having been whipped by Lao Jia several times.

Yi Zhonghai had already heard the commotion and immediately rushed to stop Bang Geng when he heard him calling for help. Sure enough, he was whipped twice by Jia Dongxu.

Yi Zhonghai was speechless. He gently comforted Bang Geng, then reprimanded Jia Dongxu:

"Dongxu, why are you hitting the child? He's so young, he doesn't know his own strength at all."

Jia Dongxu leaned closer to let Yi Zhong see his left cheek: "Master, look at this little brat's handprint on my face, five finger marks."

"It's embarrassing for a father like me to be beaten by his son."

Jia Zhangshi and Tong Jie rushed over at this moment and comforted Bang Geng together.

Seeing that the two had arrived late, Yi Zhonghai said irritably:

"Sister-in-law, why didn't you and Tong Jie stop them? Look what they did to the child."

After a moment of internal struggle, Madam Jia Zhangshi revealed the reason.

It turned out that Tong Jie had just prepared a plate of peeled sunflower seeds for the father and son to eat. At first, Jia Dongxu and Bang Geng were chatting and laughing, but then they couldn't stop.

Jia Dongxu teased his son, grabbing his left wrist with his right hand and shaking it as he reached for sunflower seeds, muttering to himself:

"Hey, hey, no, no, I don't want to eat!"

Before he finished speaking, he immediately grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds and put them in his mouth, smiling smugly.

Banggeng is so clever. He glanced at his father and did as he was told. He pressed his left hand against his right wrist, shaking it as he said:

"Hey, hey, stop hitting him! He's my dad!"

After saying that, he stood up and slapped Jia Dongxu hard across the face.

The sound of the crack was loud and crisp, leaving Jia Zhangshi and Tong Jie, who had been watching the father and son playfully, completely stunned.

Jia Dongxu felt a buzzing in his head, the pain outweighing the shame, and immediately glared fiercely at Bang Geng.

Banggeng immediately noticed, and seeing his father's fierce eyes, he immediately grabbed Jia Zhangshi's leg and looked at her pleadingly.

Jia Zhangshi didn't say anything, she just patted Bang Geng on the back.

Jia Dongxu stood up expressionlessly. There was a mirror on the wall. He looked at himself and saw a small handprint clearly visible on his face.

The humiliation intensified, and he turned around to glare fiercely at Bang Geng once more.

Madam Jia sensed something was wrong and shoved the stick, shouting, "My dear grandson, run! I'll hold your father off!"

Without hesitation, Banggeng ran outside with his short legs.

Seeing her grandson run out the door, Jia Zhangshi wanted to stop her son, but Tong Jie also came over to stop him.

But Jia Dongxu was so enraged that he overturned the table in the house.

"Nobody stop me today, or I'll beat anyone who does!" With that, he grabbed a feather duster and rushed out.

Everyone knows what happened next.

Yi Zhonghai stared in astonishment at the steed in his arms, thinking, "So young yet so fierce, whose subordinate is this?"

"You won't hit me again, will you?"

Yi Zhonghai didn't think so. What would a child know at such a young age? He believed that as long as the child was taught well from a young age, that would be fine. Yi Zhonghai was confident in himself and thought he could teach the child well.

So he said to Jia Dongxu:

"Alright, Dongxu, the child is too young to be hit. Just discipline him properly. Look what you've done. Go back now."

Then he gently said to Banggeng, "Don't cry, Grandpa will take you to buy popsicles."

Upon hearing this, Bang Geng immediately stopped crying, but she was still sobbing intermittently.

"Master, you're just spoiling him." After saying that, Jia Dongxu turned around and stormed home.

The neighbors in the courtyard were also discussing it happily. They wouldn't make a fuss about it or talk outside about how Jia Dongxu was beaten by his son.

What does a little kid like Banggeng know? Jia Dongxu is just embarrassed. If it were any of the other men in the courtyard, they would have hung their son up and given him a beating.

There are all sorts of ways to educate children, so there's no question of one person laughing at the other.

If Bang Geng were to mature and dare to slap Jia Dongxu when he was fifteen or sixteen, then things would get really serious.

What kind of world is this? He dares to hit his father even though he doesn't know how to make money. The neighbors in the yard can't stand him.

In traditional Chinese virtues, filial piety is the most important of all virtues. No matter what mistakes your parents have made, you should never lay a hand on them. You can lay a hand on your parents' siblings, but you cannot lay a hand on them.

Let me tell you a secret that I can't say: the disrespect of children who hit their parents is hereditary. Such people are inherently mean-spirited. If you hit your parents, your sons and daughters will hit you in the future. It's that simple.

Moreover, the home will never be peaceful.

Don't believe me? Try it and see!