Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

Unsure whether the school would investigate Yan Bugui, and since he didn't have many classes that afternoon, he rode his bike home and carried his two most prized potted plants to the principal's office.

The principal smiled and said, "Little Yan, what can I say? This is the last time. You still need to manage your relationships with your neighbors well when living in a tenement."

"They're just here at the school this time. What if they're smart enough to write a letter to the education bureau?"

"Even if you're innocent by then, you'll still end up with a lot of taint from it. It's not worth it!"

What else could Yan Bugui say? He could only force a smile and say that he understood and would definitely handle the relationship between the neighbors when he got back.

It took Yan Bugui a while to leave the principal's office, his face terribly gloomy.

This is a huge loss. He had carefully tended to the two potted plants for several years, intending to use them to bribe his way into a promotion, but they ended up being used for this.

These two greenhouse magnolias are his treasures; he refused to sell them even when someone offered him 20 yuan a pot.

And just like that, he was gone. Yan Bugui was heartbroken and could hardly breathe.

At this moment, he really needed to consider how to handle his relationship with the Jia family; things couldn't continue like this.

If they keep doing this, how can his family live like this?

It's too difficult to get him to shake hands with the Jia family and swallow his anger.

After Li Jiuzhou and Shazhu got home from get off work, they heard their neighbors whispering.

Sha Zhu casually grabbed someone by the neck from the crowd:

"Da Mao, it's you! No wonder your neck is so white!"

"Ouch, damn it, Sha Zhu, be gentle!" Xu Damao was very dissatisfied, but he was still very willing to share what happened in the yard today with him.

Xu Damao smiled and said in a low voice:

"Let me tell you, Jia Dongxu's wife is really something. She went straight to the school at noon to complain to Yan Bugui's superiors."

"In order to solve the problem, Yan Bugui gave away both of his magnolia trees."

Upon hearing this, Li Jiuzhou and Sha Zhu exchanged a glance and said in unison, "That's ruthless?"

Xu Damao also felt that Tong Jie was a bit ruthless in her actions, and clicked his tongue:

"Who says otherwise? Yan Bugui's wife, Yang Ruihua, almost fainted from anger when she found out."

"I heard those two magnolia trees are worth 50 yuan, my goodness!"

Before Xu Damao could finish speaking, he saw Yang Ruihua walk out of the house and rush straight towards the central courtyard.

Yan Bugui, who was behind, couldn't stop her. It wasn't that he couldn't, but that he didn't dare to. His wife was pregnant, and what would happen if they bumped into each other during the struggle? He could only follow behind anxiously.

The neighbors followed suit, ready to go see the play.

The Jia family members were on high alert at their doorstep.

Yang Ruihua charged forward recklessly, his target being Jia Dongxu, who was standing right in the middle of his house.

Jia Dongxu originally wanted to stop her, but after seeing Yang Ruihua's protruding belly, he stepped aside.

Just kidding, pregnant women shouldn't touch that.

As a result, under the watchful eyes of the Jia family and neighbors, Yang Ruihua entered the house and went straight to Jia Zhangshi's kang (heated brick bed).

He shouted at the top of his lungs, "The Jia family has to pay up, or I'm not leaving! I'll sleep right here!"

"Holy shit x137!" Everyone was stunned.

Even Yan Bugui himself didn't expect his wife to pull this trick; there was no way to solve it!

Anyone who dares to lift a pregnant woman will be extorted and killed.

Yan Bugui's eyes flashed, and he called out to his son, Yan Jiecheng:

"Jiecheng, hurry back to your room and lock the door."

Yan Jie immediately took his younger brother home and locked the house from the inside.

This left Jia Zhangshi and Tong Jie speechless; their newly conceived plan had been foiled.

Yan Bugui then angrily said:

"Jia family, no matter how much we argue in the yard, isn't it a bit too much for you to go to the school and complain?"

"Look how angry you've made Ruihua. If anything happens to her, I'll never forgive you."

Suddenly someone responded to Yan Bugui:

"That's right, we're all neighbors, why would they go and complain? They have no manners at all."

When everyone looked, they realized that it was Liu Haizhong who was speaking up for Yan Bugui!

This...this is very strange...

Jia Dongxu was both angry and amused, pointing at Liu Haizhong and yelling, "You're the one who started this! My wife learned it from you!"

"You dare to speak up? Go home!"

Liu Guangqi was naturally unhappy that his father was being insulted to his face.

"Jia Dongxu, how dare you speak to my dad like that? My dad was wrong before, but I apologized on his behalf."

"Let's keep things separate. What happened before is in the past. Now we're discussing your wife's complaint."

"It's not necessary to go to someone's workplace to gossip about a conflict between neighbors. Why make things so bad that Uncle Yan loses his job? That's a really despicable thing to do."

When Liu Guangqi said this, the neighbors all nodded in agreement. Indeed, these days, a job is a family's livelihood. If you cut off someone's livelihood, do you think they'll forgive you?

No wonder Yang Ruihua made a scene; it wasn't about the magnolia blossoms that cost a few dozen yuan, but about her work, which had a significant impact.

Tong Jie was also a bit numb at this point, and looked at Yi Zhonghai, realizing that only he could handle this matter.

Yi Zhonghai sighed. His apprentice had told him about it when he came to work that afternoon, and he had expected it to cause a scene that night.

Yi Zhonghai was about to step forward to speak with Yan Bugui when Yan Bugui waved him off, interrupting him just as he took out a cigarette.

"Old Yi, you don't need to say anything more. This is none of your business today. Get out of here."

After speaking, he strode into the Jia family home. Seeing his wife lying on Jia Zhangshi's kang (heated brick bed), he turned into the inner room, climbed onto Jia Dongxu and Tong Jie's kang, lay down, and then shouted loudly:

"Let's quickly discuss how to compensate you, or I'll sleep here."

Yan Bugui is still young, and he lacks the shrewdness and composure he will have a few years later.

The people in the courtyard were stunned again.

Yi Zhonghai's face was also very ugly. Yan Bugui was too disrespectful, and just now he actually told him to get lost.

Damn, I've lived in this courtyard for so many years and no one has ever dared to tell me to get out.

Jia Dongxu panicked. That was his and his wife's kang (heated brick bed), and Yan Bugui lying on it like that was incredibly disgusting. He said:

"What should we do, Master?"

Yi Zhonghai, seething with anger, snapped, "What else can we do but beat him up!"

So he went into the house first, followed by Jia Dongxu and Jia Zhangshi.

As soon as they entered the room, they saw Yang Ruihua lying on Jia Zhangshi's kang (a heated brick bed) with her shoes still on. The others' mouths twitched slightly as they looked at her, speechless.

Damn it, Yang Ruihua, you're only pregnant, otherwise I'd beat you up too.

Without pausing, they entered the inner room and saw Yan Bugui lying there as well. The fierce glint in their eyes could no longer be contained.

Yan Bugui was somewhat frightened upon seeing this, but he still stubbornly retorted, "Oh, you look fierce and intimidating, but you're actually quite imposing. What, you want to hit me?"

"Damn it!" Yi Zhonghai couldn't help but curse first, then grabbed the blanket and covered himself with it.

Upon seeing this, Jia Dongxu and Jia Zhangshi raised their fists and started punching!

The three of them were hitting and cursing at the same time!

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

The neighbors watching the commotion outside could hear the muffled groans of fists hitting the quilt.