Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

On the scene, Li Jiuzhou gave instructions in an orderly manner:

"Quickly, bring everyone to the central courtyard and pour salt water down their throats. If they don't die, keep pouring salt water down their throats until they die."

"The women go get the saline solution, and the men go prepare the cart, ready to take him to the hospital at any time."

"Da Mao, hurry up and carry the deaf old lady out. Old Deng probably won't be able to eat much tonight. If we don't help her soon, we'll have a feast in our courtyard tomorrow."

Human life was at stake, so Xu Damao didn't hesitate. He rushed to the backyard and kicked open the door to the deaf old woman's room.

I happened to see her lying on the kang (a heated brick bed), vomiting foam, her eyes were all white.

Xu Damao picked up the deaf old woman and ran wildly to the Intermediate People's Court.

The deaf old woman's head was resting on Xu Damao's shoulder, and white foam covered his face, making Xu Damao feel nauseous and almost vomit.

Xu Damao glanced at it and felt a chill run down his spine, thinking to himself, "Old Deng, please don't die on my body..."

The calm and composed command of Li Jiuzhou played a crucial role in the courtyard's transformation from initial panic to order.

The person who was poisoned was induced to vomit several times and his condition improved. He was then immediately taken to the hospital as a precaution.

The neighbors, who had been busy for most of the night, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

God knows what they went through!

The commotion yesterday woke up the neighbors in the nearby courtyards, and they came over to help as soon as they heard what was happening.

Even the police came, and several handcarts were used to push them to the hospital for emergency treatment.

They underwent gastric lavage on the spot, but fortunately, none of them were in life-threatening danger due to food poisoning.

Fortunately, it was discovered in time. If it weren't for Sha Zhu's shout, more than half of the people poisoned would probably have died.

The entire ward was filled with patients from Hospital No. 95.

The entire Jia family was present, with no one missing.

The Yi couple were also all dressed neatly.

Except for Liu Guangqi, who escaped the disaster by attending a vocational school, everyone else in the Liu family was affected.

Sha Zhu's family hadn't drunk any rainwater, so they were doing very well. He was crying and taking care of his older brother and sister-in-law.

The deaf old woman lay half-dead on the hospital bed, completely exhausted, having just narrowly escaped death.

Li Jiuzhou told the others to go back first, leaving only a few young people in the courtyard.

In the morning, Yu Shui went to tell his father the news. He Daqing rushed over anxiously and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his son and daughter-in-law were alright, just a little weak.

After seeing the Jia family, the culprits, he didn't know what to say. He thought about it and decided against it. They were already in such a terrible state; he felt a little embarrassed to say anything more.

Director Wang from the neighborhood office also came. She was almost scared to death when she heard the news. Luckily, no one died, or she would have laughed her head off.

Knowing the whole story, she couldn't bear to scold the Jia family. What was there to scold them about? She didn't even know how to begin.

However, this incident should serve as a wake-up call, ensuring that food poisoning does not occur again in her jurisdiction.

The factory was alright, as Li Jiuzhou came forward to explain the reason, but the factory leaders still felt it was necessary to publicize it on the radio station.

Don't eat expired pickled cabbage or dried preserved mustard greens.

The workers who heard the broadcast knew about it and naturally understood that they should be careful in the future, otherwise it could cost them their lives.

The neighbors in the courtyard who weren't poisoned were secretly relieved that Jia Zhangshi hadn't sent over the preserved mustard greens and salted fish, otherwise they would have suffered too.

Three days later, a group of people were discharged from the hospital, all looking sickly and having suffered a lot.

Sha Zhu swore he would never eat preserved mustard greens again, not even braised pork with preserved mustard greens, and he never wanted to cook that dish again. Clearly, he had developed a phobia of it.

As for blaming the Jia family? They certainly wouldn't do that, but they do harbor some resentment.

After all, it was your Jia family who caused this mess.

But then another problem arose: the Jia family really didn't intend to harm anyone or their neighbors this time.

The fact that Yi Zhonghai and his wife got along well with the Jia family, and were practically family, makes their poisoning understandable.

The deaf old lady is a complicated character; her preferences have even affected the silly couple.

When has Jia Zhangshi ever been unfilial? Yet she still remembers that the deaf old lady liked to eat the preserved mustard greens and salted fish she made.

There's no one to reason with here, and after all this agonizing, Sha Zhu can only accept his bad luck.

Li Jiuzhou paid for the hospital's gastric lavage and hospital stay, and he repaid them immediately after they were discharged.

No one dares to delay paying this money; it's a life-saving fund.

Several families joined together to buy some meat and gifts and delivered them door-to-door.

Without the help of our neighbors, we might not have seen the sun rise tomorrow. We need to keep this in mind.

After recovering to a near-complete state, I will naturally return to work at the factory.

No one in the cafeteria dared to laugh at Sha Zhu, because the only person who dared to laugh at Sha Zhu was Li Jiuzhou.

The others all said things that showed concern.

Sha Zhu responded to each of them with a smile. After the workers dispersed, he pulled aside his apprentice You Fulai:

"Go and cook a bowl of plain porridge for my martial uncle. By the way, what are we having for lunch?"

You Fulai's lips twitched, and he looked at his uncle strangely, unsure whether he should speak.

Sha Zhu, somewhat displeased by his reaction, said, "Your martial uncle is asking you a question, are you mute?"

With a sigh, You Fulai slowly uttered a few words: "Braised pork belly with preserved mustard greens..."

Sha Zhu's face turned green when he heard this. He waved his hand, telling You Fulai to get lost, and then went to the back door for some fresh air.

He didn't want to see any news about preserved vegetables today.

It was truly shocking that Jia Dongxu was being teased by his coworkers in the workshop.

"Hey Dongxu, what does food poisoning feel like?" The workers didn't dare ask Yi Zhonghai, but they could ask Jia Dongxu.

Jia Dongxu usually got along well with his coworkers. During the three days he was hospitalized, the workshop sent people to visit the master and apprentice, mainly to visit Yi Zhonghai.

Jia Dongxu said with lingering fear, "Don't even mention it, it felt like I was going to die. My whole body was out of control, like I was being pressed down by something, and I was foaming at the mouth, just like the poisoning incident at the factory last time."

The workers were still shaken when they heard this, as they clearly remembered the poisoning incident at the steel rolling mill last time.

An older worker reminded him:

"Dongxu, you've been poisoned twice already. As the saying goes, things shouldn't happen more than three times. Don't cause any more trouble next time."

"You're just lucky; anyone else would be dead by now."

"Yes, yes, Dongxu, pay attention." A group of coworkers sincerely reminded Jia Dongxu.

Jia Dongxu nodded solemnly: "Thank you everyone, I will be careful. You should also be careful. Throw away any pickled cabbage or preserved mustard greens that have been fermenting for too long. Don't keep them to ruin people's lives."

Jia Dongxu was using his own experience to warn his fellow workers; this time, he was truly afraid.

If someone survives a brush with death once, they're considered incredibly lucky, let alone someone who's been through it twice and is still alive and well.

Jia Dongxu didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky, damn it...

Yi Zhonghai listened to his coworker's words without saying a word. He must have been frightened too, but being older, he was just calmer.

Yi Zhonghai will never forget the scene that night. The couple lay in the dark, trembling and foaming at the mouth, unable to even call for help.

If it weren't for Sha Zhu's good physique, they would all be finished. Yi Zhonghai had even thought about what to do afterward.

The preserved mustard greens and salted fish were taken from the apprentice's family. If Sha Zhu hadn't called for help, his entire family would have been wiped out.

Who will take care of your funeral arrangements?

Just like Old Wang next door, the neighborhood committee will definitely step in, roll up his bedding, find a place to bury him, and he won't even have incense or paper money. He'll just be a poor ghost in death.

Fortunately, things are moving in a positive direction.

Yi Zhonghai smiled as he looked at his apprentice joking with his coworkers in the distance, and said softly:

"It's so good to be alive!"