Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

Seeing his apprentice being criticized by the neighbors, Yi Zhonghai felt it was his turn to step in. He clapped his hands to attract the neighbors' attention:

"Alright, everyone, it's just kids playing around, it's not a big deal."

"When we get back, Dongxu and I will give Banggeng a good talking-to. If there's nothing else, go back now, it's almost lunchtime."

Yi Zhonghai tried to smooth things over and gloss over the matter, but it wasn't that easy.

Yan Bugui, the clever man in the courtyard, wouldn't let Yi Zhonghai get away so easily. He sneered:

"Hehe, Lao Yi, you're all talk and no action. It's not like your kid drank urine, of course you're not worried."

"We are the victims, but if you ask me, you are the culprit, Lao Yi. You're the one who caused this mess."

Yi Zhonghai was stunned by what Yan Bugui said and retorted:

"It's not like I'm Lao Yan. You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. How did I become the culprit?"

The other neighbors were also confused, unable to understand why Yan Bugui said that.

Only Li Jiuzhou noticed something amiss.

As expected, what Yan Bugui said next proved that his guess was correct.

Yan Bugui continued, "Old Yi, everyone in the neighborhood knows that Banggeng calls you grandpa, and I understand that you two are close."

"But you spoil the child too much. You buy Bang Geng a dozen bottles of Arctic Ocean soda or other snacks all the time."

"Old Yi, we have nothing to say about your good conditions, but aren't you making us neighbors with children feel ashamed?"

"Have you ever seen any kid in the neighborhood who drinks soda and snacks every day?"

"It's not that we can't afford these things, but we still need to be careful with the money we have."

"Your baby catfish has food, but ours doesn't. They're making a fuss all day long, it's driving me crazy."

"What do you guys think? Am I right or wrong?"

As soon as Yan Bugui said this, his neighbors immediately echoed his sentiments; they too had suffered greatly from it.

"Yes, Lao Yan, you're absolutely right. My little rascal is always asking for this and that, it's driving me crazy."

This time, Yi Zhonghai was speechless. Yan Bugui's words were a direct and veiled jab at him for being rich and pretending to be a tycoon.

Indeed, no ordinary family would dare to spend so much money on their child, except for Yi Zhonghai.

But Jia Zhangshi was unhappy when she heard Yan Bugui's words. What if Yi Zhonghai stopped spending money on his grandson after hearing this?

"Then we'll have to pay for it ourselves," someone immediately retorted.

"Yan Bugui, don't make a mountain out of a molehill all the time. How much does it cost to buy a snack for a child?"

"It's one thing for you to be stingy and unwilling to spend money on your child, but now you're blaming Lao Yi. You really can't stand seeing other people do well."

When Jia Zhangshi stepped forward to speak, Yan Bugui was also very annoyed and waved his hand irritably:

"Alright, Jia Zhangshi, I'm not going to argue with you about anything else. Just tell me, how are we going to settle this matter about Banggeng making our child drink urine?"

"We can't just drink this urine for nothing, can we?"

"Yes, there has to be an explanation. Our child can't have drunk urine for nothing." The victim's parents all spoke up against Jia Zhangshi.

Jia Zhangshi retorted without fear:

"If this won't work and that won't work, then how about this: I'll have my grandson beat up your child, and I'll make Bang Geng drink your child's urine."

The room fell silent after Jia Zhangshi said this. Was this idea good or... bad?

Everyone was making their own plans.

Li Jiuzhou almost laughed himself to death. This was a suicidal move that would hurt the enemy a thousand while also hurting himself eight hundred.

Tong Jie was stunned, and stepped forward to speak despite being heavily pregnant:

"Dear neighbors, the children are too young to understand, it's normal for them to play and roughhouse in the yard."

"It's just that some of the things my dog, Banggeng, did were both funny and exasperating. I'll definitely give him a good talking to later."

"And I'll treat any kids who've been wronged to soda and sunflower seeds."

"I'm so sorry, everyone!" Tong Jie said, bowing to her neighbors.

Some people were so frightened that they quickly moved away; they couldn't accept such a gesture, especially since they were pregnant.

Of course, Tong Jie's reasonable, well-founded, and sincere apology made some parents feel better.

After all, it was just children playing around, there's no need to make a big deal out of it, and the children's mother has already come forward to apologize.

Actually, if Jia Zhangshi hadn't apologized earlier, it would have been over long ago; she just had to be stubborn.

After the farce ended, everyone went home, and Bang Geng was picked up and beaten by Jia Dongxu.

The neighbors heard the wailing and smiled knowingly. "That poor kid deserves a beating!"

Jia Dongxu was genuinely angry, and as a father, he also bore responsibility for not raising his child properly.

If this gets out, not only will the joke be ruined, but Jia Dongxu's reputation will be tarnished. It's the father's fault if the son is not taught properly. Jia Dongxu has been educated for a few years, so he understands the principles.

Although Jia Zhangshi felt sorry for her grandson being beaten by her son, she did not stop it.

She used to feel sorry for her son when Lao Jia disciplined him, and she would try to stop him too. The result was that he would beat her as well, yelling, "You spendthrift woman, you've spoiled our son rotten! I'll beat you to death!"

So Jia Zhangshi learned her lesson: you can do your thing, and I'll pamper you afterwards; it's none of our business...

In the afternoon, Jia Dongxu bought a lot of soda and sunflower seeds, and gave a bottle of soda and a handful of sunflower seeds to every family with children.

The matter was handled in a way that left the neighbors speechless. They even came to apologize and gave us gifts. We can't bring it up again; this is the end of it.

When Yi Zhonghai got home, he reflected on what Yan Bugui had said. After thinking it over, he realized that Yan Bugui was a beast.

My pampering of my grandson is none of your business; a few bottles of soda only cost a few dollars.

To be honest, he earns about 90 yuan a month, and if he spends all of it on soda, he'll get drunk on it.

No matter how much he drinks, he can't finish it. When has Yi Zhonghai ever been criticized for spending eight or one cent? He has never suffered such humiliation.

Therefore, Yi Zhonghai became increasingly dissatisfied with Yan Bugui and wanted to find an opportunity to teach him a lesson.

In fact, Yan Bugui did this on purpose because he felt a sense of crisis.

As the people in the courtyard became more and more impressive, his status as a primary school teacher seemed to have lost its significance.

With a master like Yi Zhonghai, a level seven fitter, emerging in the institute, surely Yan Bu understands Yi Zhonghai's exceptional skill level even if others don't.

After all, he has received an education and has a relatively broad knowledge base. It is said that Yi Zhonghai wants to take the Level 8 fitter exam next year, which would be even more remarkable.

If Yi Zhonghai gets into university, he'll look down on Yan Bugui!

Therefore, it is essential to reduce Yi Zhonghai's influence and prestige within the hospital in advance.

Yan Bugui looked down on everyone when he first moved into this courtyard, claiming to be from a scholarly family.

But now, it seems like there aren't many people in the hospital who respect him.

This made Yan Bugui feel both depressed and resentful.