Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

When Yan Bugui returned home, his face was gloomy, and none of the children dared to approach him.

After finishing her chores, his wife, Yang Ruihua, entered the house and immediately became angry upon seeing her husband's unapproachable demeanor.

"Yan Bugui, what are you doing? You've scared the child. Don't bring your bad moods home."

Yan Bugui sighed when he heard his wife say that. He knew he had gotten a little too angry.

So he took out fifty cents from his pocket and waved to his second son:

Yan Jiefang slowly stepped forward, looking at him with some fear.

"Take this, Jiefang. Buy some snacks for your younger siblings tomorrow."

"Thank you, Dad!" Yan Jiefang smiled broadly. This is what you call being greedy for money. He took the money and left with his younger siblings.

Yan Jiecheng stood to the side, his eyes darting around. Seeing his younger siblings take the money, he became envious and immediately spoke up:

"Dad, what about me?"

"Get out! Get out of here right now!" Yan Bugui could still smile at the younger ones, but he yelled at his eldest son.

Yan Jiecheng refused to accept this and shouted, his neck stiff:

"Why do my younger siblings get everything, but I don't? I'm not having it! Dad, you're not being fair!"

Yan Bugui's eyes widened:

"You dare talk back?"

"How many more years of meals have you eaten than them?"

"You dare compare yourself to them? I'll give you more money than your younger siblings do. If you keep whining, get out of this house!"

Yan Jiecheng had nothing to say and slunk back to his room.

Ever since his father became the head of the elementary school's teaching department, his temper has gotten worse and worse, and Yan Jiecheng doesn't dare to be too presumptuous in front of him.

After Yan Jiecheng returned to the room, Yan Bugui recounted to Yang Ruihua how he had been humiliated by Liu Haizhong and Yi Zhonghai.

Yang Ruihua was also furious after hearing this:

"Damn it, this is outrageous! He was just a lowly cadre, and now he's suddenly risen to power? God has no eyes!"

The couple are alike, each thinking themselves superior; you can't expect two different kinds of people to sleep in the same bed.

When Yi Zhonghai returned to the Intermediate People's Court, he didn't rush into the house. Instead, he paused at the door, his expression changing from anger to gentleness.

His mannerisms are far superior to Yan Bugui's!

Of course, another reason is that his family can't withstand too much damage.

If he looks miserable again today because he doesn't have children, his wife will be even more heartbroken when she finds out.

Yi Zhonghai knew that people whose minds and spirits had been damaged for a long time died quickly.

His wife had been with him for most of her life, enduring all kinds of hardships; now it was time for her to enjoy life.

Therefore, Yi Zhonghai's current idea is to first ensure a good life for himself and his wife, and then consider his apprentice Jia Dongxu's family.

This idea is not selfish, but rather a natural human reaction.

Because his apprentice doesn't need his help now, teaching him more skills is enough for him to live on for a lifetime.

If the Jia family is truly in trouble, then Yi Zhonghai will naturally step in.

Besides, over the years, the two families have almost become one family.

Having figured things out, Yi Zhonghai entered the house with a smile.

"Honey, did you find some money today? Are you that happy?" Aunt Yi asked cheerfully, seeing his beaming face.

Yi Zhonghai waved his hand:

"Honey, I feel like we're living a rather frugal life right now. We need to change our lifestyle."

Aunt Yi looked somewhat surprised after hearing this:

"Old Yi, you're not kidding, are you? We're complaining about how tough things are for us?"

"I eat meat every few days, and my family has everything we need. To put it arrogantly, I've never gone hungry."

"If you're complaining about living like this, then aren't the factory leaders living like gods?"

Yi Zhonghai deliberately put on a stern face:

"Look at what you're saying, how come our family doesn't lack anything?"

"We don't have a sewing machine, do we? And bicycles... let's just pretend we don't have those either, isn't that what we're lacking?"

"Tomorrow is a day off. Let's take our money and tickets and go out. Let's make some clothes and get everything we need."

"No, what's wrong? Don't you want to live your life anymore?" Aunt Yi was still a little confused.

Yi Zhonghai explained:

"Honey, we used to think about having children so we could save more money for our retirement, but I don't think that's the way to go."

"Look, we have someone to take care of us in our old age, and we're not short of money, so why should we live such a frugal life? At least I'm a level eight fitter now, and the deputy director of the workshop."

"Just consider it me spending some money to maintain a decent appearance, and while I'm at it, I'll get a few people to fix up the house."

Aunt Yi listened to him. She wasn't stupid; on the contrary, she was quite smart. Just because of the phrase "spending money to maintain appearances," she agreed to her husband's arrangement.

I'm getting old, what's wrong with enjoying myself? It's not like I'm broke!

Since the couple had no children and all their money would go to their apprentice Jia Dongxu after they died, they might as well spend it all to their heart's content!

The two quickly reached an agreement and discussed what to buy tomorrow.

Yi Zhonghai took a piece of paper and wrote it down as he spoke.

Once Aunt Yi opened up, she talked non-stop about what her family needed to buy or what she wanted to buy.

Yi Zhonghai wrote it down without hesitation.

As for money?

I'm fucking rich!

The couple didn't get up early to cook the next day because they were a little excited the night before and had plowed the field half the night before.

At 9 a.m., Jia Dongxu, who didn't have to go to work, got up and washed up. He had plowed an acre of land last night, and his back was a little sore.

While washing up in the courtyard, Jia Dongxu noticed that the door to his master's house was tightly closed.

Jia Dongxu thought to himself:

"That shouldn't be the case. My teacher's wife is such a diligent person; she would be preparing what to have for lunch at this hour."

After washing up, I quickly went inside and asked my mother and Tong Jie:

"Mom, wife, have Master and Mistress gone out?"

Tong Jie recalled:

"No, the door across the street hasn't been opened since I got up to cook breakfast this morning."

Jia Dongxu scratched his head:

"That's not right. My master's wife usually gets up very early; she rarely stays up this late."

At this moment, Jia Zhangshi came over, a hint of excitement on her face, her voice very low:

"Do you think it's possible that Old Yi and his wife suddenly passed away?"

Upon hearing this, Jia Dongxu and his wife's eyes widened in surprise!

"No...no way?" Jia Dongxu was somewhat incredulous.

Upon hearing this, Madam Jia was filled with disappointment and frustration.

"Dongxu, are you stupid? If Lao Yi and his wife die, their house and money will all be yours!"

"Old Yi has at least ten thousand yuan. Ten thousand yuan, Dongxu, do you know what that means?"

"Gulp..." That was the sound of the three adults in the Jia family swallowing.

I'm so hungry!

It looks so damn delicious!

Jia Dongxu still had a conscience; he immediately realized his mistake and turned back from his desires. To be honest, he did something:

"Mom, can you please stop cursing my master? He's been good enough to me. What more do you want? Don't say things like that again."

Upon hearing this, Madam Jia pursed her lips, thinking to herself:

"That's for your own good, what the hell did I get in return?"

Then Jia Dongxu spoke again:

"Mom, daughter-in-law, let's go take a look together."

"I'm not going, you go by yourself!" Jia Zhangshi grumbled unhappily.

"I still have to hang up the clothes, Dongxu," Tong Jie said, indicating that she still had work to do.

Seeing that his mother and wife were unwilling to go with him, Jia Dongxu put on a pleading expression:

"Mom, wife, you two come with me to take a look, I'm a little panicked~"

"If you're scared, just say so! Stop panicking!" Jia Zhangshi scolded.

"Hehe, you're right." Jia Dongxu could only smile awkwardly after his mother pointed it out.