Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

This time, Yan Jiecheng also happily took ten jin of sweet potatoes home.

This was a gift from Qin Jingru, and bringing it home was a highlight of his life.

Of course, he would lie, and naturally he wouldn't say that it was given to him by Qin Jingru, or that it was given to him by a classmate from a poor rural family.

Yan Bugui was greatly shocked by the story his son had made up, and couldn't help but say:

"I'm speechless that there are still idiots these days."

Yan Jiecheng was very dissatisfied with his father's words:

"Dad, how can you say that? As the old saying goes, true friendship is revealed in times of trouble. He has shown me his sincere love, and you're making sarcastic remarks. Is that appropriate?"

Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiekuang are both old enough to understand, so they can naturally comprehend their father's and elder brother's conversation.

They can still tell right from wrong, and now they look at their father with some dissatisfaction as he says this.

This includes Yang Ruihua.

Seeing that he had angered the crowd, Yan Bugui had no choice but to soften his tone:

"Eldest son, I spoke without thinking, I was wrong."

"But Dad doesn't quite understand. Your classmates are all struggling so much, why would they give you ten pounds of sweet potatoes? Are they starving?"

Yan Bugui remained wary; he never believed that a free lunch would fall from the sky unless it landed right on his head.

At this moment, Yan Jiecheng coughed lightly, looking somewhat embarrassed:

"Dad, that's because I lied to my classmate."

Yan Bugui raised an eyebrow upon hearing this:

"Oh? Then tell me in detail."

Yan Jiecheng scratched the back of his head and said:

"Because I told him I had a gambling father, a sick mother, younger siblings in school, and a broken life..."

"Damn it..." Yan Bugui stood up abruptly upon hearing his son's words, his expression indescribably interesting.

Pointing at Yan Jiecheng, he couldn't utter a single word.

Yang Ruihua, meanwhile, was holding her youngest daughter and laughing so hard she almost choked.

This is something his eldest son would do.

Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiekuang also clutched their stomachs and laughed until tears streamed down their faces.

Yan Bugui reluctantly lit a cigarette and sat down again.

"What am I supposed to say about you? A gambling father, a sick mother, younger siblings in school, and a broken you?"

"Besides your younger siblings who are in school, who else in our family meets the conditions you mentioned?"

"Did you break?"

Yan Jiecheng quickly waved his hand:

"No, no, I was just joking around with him, I didn't expect him to actually believe it. Dad, I feel a little guilty, what should I do?"

"Should we return this sweet potato to him?"

Yan Bugui shook his head:

"It's rare to meet someone like this in this world. If you back down, you'll be letting them down. Don't ruin the relationship."

"Ten pounds of sweet potatoes? For our family, that's just a few days' worth of food, and we might even complain about it."

"But for others, it's their lifeline!"

"Jiecheng, according to the rules and morals, you have to reciprocate!"

Yan Jiecheng was somewhat incredulous upon hearing this, and blurted out the words without thinking:

"Dad, you still have a sense of morality?"

"How am I being dishonest? Everyone knows that I, Yan Bugui, am the most righteous!" Yan Bugui said loudly with a dark face.

Yan Jiecheng realized he had said the wrong thing and quickly tried to appease his father:

"Yes, yes, you're the most principled person. Then please give me some ideas."

Yan Bugui said irritably:

"Your monthly salary is only 18.5 yuan, and even with subsidies, it's just over 20 yuan."

"Okay, this month you'll hand over five dollars, and you can decide the rest yourself."

"Buy something or send money, it's up to you."

Yan Jiecheng pretended to be hesitant, but eventually nodded:

"Okay, Dad, I'll think about it myself."

That night, Yan Jiecheng and Liu Guangqi, lying in bed, were both thinking about how to return the gift to Qin Jingru.

To be honest, they felt guilty at that moment.

They were very touched that a country girl would actually bring them food.

As for myself, I was holding 20 yuan and 30 yuan in my hand, still weighing the pros and cons.

"I'm fucking damn bad!"

"Smack."

The two of them slapped themselves simultaneously.

Unable to sleep, I decided to get up and reply to Qin Jingru's letter.

"My dear sister Jingru, it's as if I'm seeing you in person upon reading this letter. I'm doing well..."

The next day was a day off, and the two of them went out on their bikes one after the other.

Go buy gifts and send letters to Qin Jingru.

The two bought almost identical items: hair clips and hair ties. More expensive gifts required receipts.

It wasn't that they didn't want to buy it, but they wanted to send the money directly to Qin Jingru because she needed it.

A few days later, Qin Jingru received letters from the two men: Liu Guangqi gave her 20 yuan, and Yan Jiecheng gave her 10 yuan.

This was almost exactly as Qin Jingru had predicted.

Yan Jiecheng and Liu Guangqi's meager monthly wages differed by 10 yuan.

Their intentions are basically the same.

Qin Jingru was pleasantly surprised when she received it, but also felt a little apprehensive. However, this apprehension quickly disappeared.

Getting the money is the most important thing.

The Qin family was overjoyed when they saw the money.

I made 30 yuan from 20 jin of sweet potatoes; I'm so envious.

Actually, that's not the case. In the city's black market, sweet potatoes cost two yuan per pound.

It's hard to say who won or who lost.

However, this price doesn't exist in the countryside, and you can't buy it there either; there's no black market.

Even if they knew that the price was this high in the city, they wouldn't dare to sell it there. That would be considered speculation and profiteering, and if caught once, they would basically be locked up for life.

In the countryside, money is more important.

Qin Jingru also learned that Liu Guangqi's personal qualities were far superior to Yan Jiecheng's.

One is a cadre, the other a worker; even an idiot would know which one to choose.

However, Qin Jingru did not intend to make a choice at this time; she wanted to wait for the right price and make a decision in a few years.

For now, just keep in touch with both of them.

At the same time, she also wrote a letter to her cousin Qin Huairu, sharing with her the cause and course of events.

Qin Huairu was greatly surprised and somewhat relieved after receiving the message. Had her younger sister mastered such a powerful skill?

My aunt is only 15 years old and she already knows how to ask men for money. That's amazing! No wonder she's her sister. She's got guts!

Sha Zhu also read the letter, marveling at it and exclaiming how awesome it was, while at the same time feeling sorry for the two unlucky guys.

A sincere heart was wasted on a dog!

He felt no sympathy for Yan Jiecheng and Liu Guangqi; he was simply there to watch the spectacle.

As for the consequences, Sha Zhu was too lazy to care; even if something happened, that was a matter for the future.

As for Liu Guangqi and Yan Jiecheng, they inevitably faced pressure from their families to get married.

It's not that we're asking them to get married right away, but rather that they find someone to date first.

The two had no choice but to accept their families' arrangements and go on the blind date.

As for Qin Jingru, she's too young. If they dared to bring it up, they'd probably be beaten to death by their own father.

Liking something is one thing, accepting the facts is another.

After receiving their letters, Qin Jingru replied with a simple letter and didn't cause any more trouble.

It's okay to take advantage of deals, but you can't target one person and do it repeatedly, or you'll get into trouble.

This was a warning written by Qin Huairu.

Living in the same compound, it wouldn't be good if we ruined our relationship.

Qin Huairu was aware of this.