Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

Hearing that his father and his ancestors for eighteen generations had been cursed, Wang Zhiguo felt somewhat unhappy.

Insulting his father is equivalent to insulting Wang Zhiguo, but he still raised a question:

"Grandpa, we made dumplings for the workers for the Winter Solstice. It's good that my dad gave us some money."

"This is called caring for workers and subordinates? They've even insulted their ancestors for eighteen generations! Isn't that a bit excessive?"

Old Wang smiled upon hearing this:

"That's not the point. The point is that the steel rolling mill hadn't been expanded yet, and the two canteens together only had about fifty people."

"How can these fifty-odd people possibly make dumplings for over three thousand five hundred people?"

"Even if we paid for the training, we couldn't cover it. This is asking the impossible."

"Even if the fifty-odd people in the cafeteria managed to make all the dumplings, if I were a worker, I wouldn't dare eat them!"

"Why don't you dare to eat it?" Wang Zhiguo asked, puzzled.

Old Wang said irritably:

"Why wouldn't I dare eat them? I'm terrified the kitchen workers will spit in the dumplings!"

"So your dad got really badly scolded back then, and the dumpling-making project was abandoned."

"Your situation is similar to your father's; both stem from misconceptions. In the future, observe more and act and speak less until you fully understand the situation!"

"I understand, Grandpa..." Wang Zhiguo finally understood. As the saying goes, "An elder in the family is a treasure," and that is indeed true.

Fortunately, Secretary Nie only slapped himself twice; otherwise, things would have been serious if other leaders or workers had found out.

Chickens and ducks can certainly be killed and eaten, but after that, there won't be as many eggs every day.

Old Wang continued to offer advice to the father and son:

"From now on, we must not do things like killing the goose that lays the golden eggs, drinking poison to quench our thirst, or living beyond our means, especially in officialdom."

"What you need to do is very simple: take it slow and steady, allow the environment to recover and thrive, and pursue sustainable development. This is the right path."

The father and son nodded in unison like elementary school students, "That makes sense, it makes perfect sense."

After finishing his work in the office that day, Li Jiuzhou wanted to brew a pot of tea to relax, but found that besides jasmine, there was only scrambled eggs in the drawer.

This frustrated him somewhat: Where are my tea leaves?

After a moment of confusion, I realized that Da Hu had taken them all and sold them.

Li Jiuzhou thought he had plenty of supplies, but he never expected that Da Hu would empty them all. It's really damn damn bad.

This jasmine and scrambled eggs drink was a gift from Sha Zhu when he first joined the factory, and after several years, he still hasn't finished it.

Li Jiuzhou doesn't drink this stuff; he's not used to it. He prefers Longjing tea, black tea, or oolong tea.

After thinking it over, since I had nothing better to do anyway, I decided to go and ask Secretary Nie for some money.

Li Jiuzhou entered Secretary Nie's office empty-handed.

Secretary Nie was also free at the moment, making tea. The tea table and tea set were provided by Li Jiuzhou, and he liked them very much.

He was quite happy to see Li Jiuzhou come over:

"Jiuzhou is here! Freshly brewed Longjing tea, come and have a taste."

Li Jiuzhou didn't stand on ceremony and sat down to drink tea.

Drinking tea inevitably involves smoking.

"What brings you here, young man?" Secretary Nie asked with a smile.

Li Jiuzhou, being a straightforward man, shrugged:

"We're out of tea leaves, so we came to ask you for some."

Upon hearing this, Secretary Nie smiled and pointed to the cabinets against the wall one by one:

"There are plenty over there, take them when you leave."

He couldn't possibly finish all the tea leaves; if Li Jiuzhou needed them, he could take them—he wasn't a stingy person.

As for why Li Jiuzhou was drinking tea, he wasn't interested in asking.

Li Jiuzhou smiled and cupped his hands in greeting:

"Alright, I knew you were generous. I'll have Da Hu get you some good stuff to nourish your body tomorrow."

Secretary Nie's eyes lit up upon hearing this:

"Sure, give me ten or eight ginseng roots from the century-old Changbai Mountain."

Li Jiuzhou rolled his eyes:

"Even finding one is difficult, let alone ten or eight. Such greed! If the Mountain God gets angry, he might unleash a bolt of purple-gold divine lightning to send you through your tribulation ahead of schedule!"

After hearing this, Secretary Nie thought that Li Jiuzhou knew about his past, but he was overthinking it; Li Jiuzhou was just joking.

However, Secretary Nie became interested:

"What, you've studied Taoism?"

Seeing that Secretary Nie had suddenly become interested, Li Jiuzhou was also willing to chat with him for a bit to relax.

Upon hearing Li Jiuzhou's words, Secretary Nie immediately sat up straight, his whole demeanor becoming alert, his eyes gleaming with a frighteningly bright light, and of course, a hint of gritted teeth!

Li Jiuzhou shook his head and began to recite:

Humanity is fleeting, the path to immortality is boundless.

The path of the ghosts is joyful, as it leads to the gate of life.

The path of immortals values ​​life, while the path of ghosts values ​​death.

The path of immortals is always auspicious, while the path of ghosts is always inauspicious.

High above, pure and beautiful, a mournful song echoes in the vast sky.

Only those who attain immortality do not wish to be utterly ignorant of the Dao.

The Qi of the heavens is abundant and my Dao is flourishing!

After Li Jiuzhou finished reading this passage, Secretary Nie roared:

"Good! You fucking read it well!"

"I thought you were going to recite the entire scripture to help me pass on to the afterlife, you son of a bitch..."

"Hahahaha..." Li Jiuzhou chuckled.

"Then I'll recite another one for you, listen carefully." So Li Jiuzhou started reciting the incantation while swaying his head:

"To find the dragon vein and divide the gold, look at the winding mountains; each winding mountain is a barrier."

"If there are eight layers of danger in closing the gate, then kings and nobles must reside here."

"Observe the stars, predict the weather, and use the Qimen Dunjia method to escape the Qimen."

"Touching the birth chart to calculate the date of birth..."

Li Jiuzhou was interrupted by Secretary Nie waving his hand as he spoke:

"Stop, stop, stop! You're going to rob graves, you son of a bitch?!"

Li Jiuzhou chuckled.

"Hehehe, this is just a joke, it's all feudal dross, why are you in such a hurry?"

Upon hearing Li Jiuzhou's words, Secretary Nie immediately smiled:

"Oh right, right, it's all feudal dross. But where did you learn about these things?"

"Old man... I only understood this after reading some Taoist teachings. What about you?"

Li Jiuzhou answered truthfully:

"My father-in-law's house has all kinds of books, and I read them when I have nothing to do."

Upon hearing this, Secretary Nie nodded, his gaze shifting to Li Jiuzhou with a hint of warning:

"I'm warning you, there's nothing wrong with reading books, and there's nothing wrong with Taoism."

"But forget what you just said, and don't go doing the experiment. Why are you digging up people's graves while you're sleeping soundly? Don't do that, you hear me?"

Li Jiuzhou shrugged and spread his hands helplessly:

"Don't worry, old man. Why would I go grave robbing when there are good days to be had? That would be ridiculous."

"Besides, I don't know how either..."

Nie Shu shook his head:

"You don't understand. When people are struggling to survive, digging up graves is nothing. There are plenty of people who will do it."

"Last year, that guy surnamed Guo practically ripped open Wanli's coffin lid, didn't he?"

"What the hell are you talking about studying history? Studying the shit! It's fucking bullshit."

Li Jiuzhou remained silent after hearing this. Of course he knew about the incident last year; it was a big deal, made the news, and was even made into a documentary.

Li Jiuzhou had seen this documentary in his previous life, but he hadn't seen it in this life because there was no television.

Li Jiuzhou pulled Secretary Nie back to sit down and chat, and the two quietly studied Taoism.

Li Jiuzhou has some knowledge, but not much, because he read his father-in-law's collection of books.

Especially in front of Secretary Nie, this old man has a hidden identity.

Talking to him about this is like showing off your limited skills to an expert.

However, Secretary Nie was willing to speak eloquently, and he was popularizing Taoist doctrines to Li Jiuzhou.

Li Jiuzhou listened with great interest, occasionally asking a question.

The difference between having someone to teach you and not having someone to teach you is like night and day.

The amount of knowledge was so vast that Li Jiuzhou's brain, which was only so big, was quickly filled up.