Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

This time, Jia Dongxu truly didn't care about saving face. He now realized that the brothers in the compound were actually quite easy to get along with.

When Ah-hao's wife cheated on him, the brothers helped him confront her and didn't laugh at him.

Because of his injury, and the fact that he was chatting with his brothers in the corner of their house, his brothers didn't laugh at him too much.

Of course, it's perfectly normal to laugh at him in private, since he really did do something so foolish.

At least on the surface, the brothers gave him face; everyone treated it as a joke and didn't ridicule him.

That's enough for Jia Dongxu.

He swore that if Sha Zhu, Xu Damao, or their wives ran away or cheated on him, Jia Dongxu would definitely help them out and would never laugh at them.

At most... at most, we can have a few more drinks at home to celebrate...

After all, it would be too much if only I were unlucky, but it wouldn't be a big deal if everyone were unlucky together.

Yi Zhonghai felt that what his apprentice had encountered was nothing serious; it was normal for young people to encounter setbacks.

How can one grow without experiencing some hardships?

Seeing his apprentice chatting and laughing with the young people in the courtyard, Yi Zhonghai was also pleased with the outcome.

It's good for young people to communicate more. We're all from the same department, so we need to stick together to avoid being bullied by outsiders.

Then there's Yan Jiecheng, the eldest son of the Yan family. He's changed quite a bit since his father became the dean of students!

He's acting like a bandit king, I don't know what he was thinking, actually going back to elementary school to extort money.

He'd take even a single piece of candy if he had it; he had no bottom line.

The children would definitely go to their parents if they were wronged, but when they heard that it was the son of the head of the teaching department, they weren't so angry.

They were also afraid that Yan Bugui would make things difficult for the children, so they endured it.

That's just how people are; the more you give in, the more unreasonable they become.

Yan Jiecheng started asking elementary school students for cigarettes, and would beat them if they didn't give them any, which led many children to steal money from their families.

This is a serious problem. One parent went directly to the middle school principal and bought him several cartons of cigarettes.

He told Yan Jiecheng to stop asking the child for cigarettes, and that he would send them to him every month from now on.

This action infuriated the principal.

Parents named him by name, so Yan Jiecheng couldn't hide anymore. The head of education even dragged him and his gang members into the office and beat them.

Several teachers worked together; regardless of how they solved the problem, they first gave the students a beating to teach them a lesson.

In this day and age, it's perfectly normal for teachers to hit students; in fact, parents often say it's good that they're being hit.

If they don't listen, they have to be beaten!

Good heavens, that scream was incredibly loud!

The head of discipline even had someone bring ice, and he took off his shoes and stood on it. If he dared to come down, he would get another beating.

They then urgently called their parents over as well.

Yan Bugui felt sorry for his son when he saw him, but his eyes turned red with anger after hearing about what they had done.

It's unclear which parent started it, but Yan Bugui joined in, and the scene became somewhat chaotic. He grabbed a student who looked just like his son and started punching him.

The student's parent was naturally unhappy and quickly stopped Yan Bugui:

"Hey, buddy, why the hell are you hitting my son?"

Yan Bugui blushed slightly and quickly apologized:

"Sorry, buddy, it was too messy just now and I couldn't see clearly."

The man shook his head: "No way, only I can punch my son. Where is your son? Let me punch him a few times, then we'll be even."

Yan Bugui gritted his teeth and pointed at Yan Jiecheng:

"Moo, that's him. Go easy on him, don't hurt the child."

The man chuckled wickedly: "Hehe, just you wait and see, I know what I'm doing."

Yan Jiecheng and his group of seven were all bruised and battered, and afterwards they even had to pay compensation to the elementary school students they had extorted.

Yan Bugui has lost face at the primary school. There's no way to hide it anymore; the sins his son committed can only be repaid by him, the father.

Paying a visit to apologize is the most basic etiquette and a sign of sincerity; Yan Bugui was indeed courteous.

After all, Yan Bugui still needs to make progress. It's okay to have flaws, but they can't be too excessive, otherwise they will become obstacles to his progress. This is what the old principal taught him.

Therefore, Yan Bugui had to do this, and do it beautifully.

This pleased the old principal quite a bit; that's exactly right.

It's okay to make mistakes, but you have to clean up your mess and not leave any evidence against you.

Yan Jiecheng's crimes could not be kept secret from the court; everyone was watching and laughing at him.

That's how it is in a tenement courtyard; there's always something going on. Today they laugh at your family, tomorrow they laugh at someone else's, and the day after tomorrow it's your own family's turn.

Of course, no one took it too seriously. After all, Yan Jiecheng was still in school, and a beating would make him behave.

Yan Bugui likes to reason with his son, but his son is too young to listen, so no matter how much he says, it's no use.

They cut off his allowance and only gave him three meals a day.

This was a huge punishment for Yan Jiecheng. It was really tough not having money to spend, but he had no choice.

That evening, after dinner, Yan Bugui educated his son.

"Jiecheng, if you don't study hard and don't get into university, don't expect Dad to help you."

"Go out and earn your own money when the time comes. I'm not kidding you, believe it or not."

Yan Jiecheng was disdainful after hearing this, believing that he would surely rise above others in the future.

"Dad, you're making it sound like I'm really useless. I'm telling you right now, if I don't get into university, I'll go out and find a job myself."

"I will absolutely not rely on you, nor will I beg you."

"What's so difficult about finding a job?"

"If I were to say even a single kind word to you, I wouldn't be human!"

Yan Bugui smiled enigmatically after hearing his son's words.

"You're really that stubborn. To put it nicely, Dad can let bygones be bygones."

Yan Jiecheng tilted his head to the side:

"A true man is born between heaven and earth; how can he remain subservient to others for long? Let's ride a donkey and read a script, and see how things unfold."

"But don't worry, I'll make sure you and Mom have a meal when I become successful."

Yan Bugui was trembling with rage, and he clapped his hands.

"Good, you're truly my good son. I'll remember what you said. Don't ever ask me for anything again."

"Tch, as if I care." Yan Jiecheng said dismissively.

At this moment, Yan Jiefang, who had been watching the commotion from the sidelines, suddenly spoke up:

"Dad, my brother and I are different. No matter what happens to me in the future, you should help me more."

"I will take good care of you and Mom from now on."

Yan Bugui felt much better after hearing his second son's words, smiled, and reached out to rub his head.

"Jiefang, you are Dad's good son. Dad believes in you. Here's fifty cents. Take it and buy some snacks for you and your younger siblings."

Yan Jiefang was extremely excited as he received the money.

"Oh, five cents! Dad, you're the best dad in the world. Thank you so much! I'll take Jie Kuang and Jie Di to buy some snacks right now."

Yan Bugui waved his hand: "Okay, go ahead, be careful on the road~"

After speaking, he looked at his eldest son with a provocative gaze.

Yan Jiecheng was very unhappy. His father was deliberately trying to annoy him. It was just a measly five cents. Jiefang, you better not spend it all!