Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

After the banquet began, before the newlyweds could even offer toasts, Li Jiuzhou had already made his way through the table of big shots at Old Wang's table.

Li Huaide can't escape either; his superiors are there. If he doesn't act now, when will he?

Do you expect them to come and pay their respects to you?

By the end of the banquet, the Li family uncles and nephews were all somewhat dazed and confused.

Fortunately, both of them managed to maintain their composure. Old Li, seeing the two good-for-nothing lads, told Sha Zhu to help them to his house to rest until they sobered up before going home.

Xu Damao wasn't so lucky. He wasn't entitled to rest at Old Li's house. Sha Zhu drove him back.

When they arrived at the entrance of the family compound, before Sha Zhu's car had even come to a complete stop, Xu Damao jumped out, took a few steps, and started vomiting while holding onto the wall.

Lou Bancheng came out, looking at Xu Damao's retreating figure as he vomited uncontrollably, feeling a mixture of disappointment and exasperation.

"Oh dear, what a waste, what a damn waste! We ate at the banquet for nothing, and now we've vomited it all up."

With a smile on his face, Sha Zhu pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and stuffed it into Lou Bancheng's hand:

"Hey, this is to show respect to your Uncle Lou."

Lou Bancheng's eyes lit up when he saw Hua Zi:

"Oh my, it's Hua Zi! Not bad, Zhu Zi. Uncle Lou, I didn't spoil you for nothing."

Sha Zhu knew Lou Bancheng was referring to the time when his two fellow apprentices helped him cook, and he jokingly said with a smile:

"You're overthinking it. What do you mean by 'I didn't spoil you for nothing'? Back then, you were someone who could buy half of Beiping."

"The pay for cooking for me and my senior apprentice was pitifully low. On the way home, my brother and I cursed your Lou family ancestors for eighteen generations!"

Lou Bancheng's face darkened upon hearing this:

"Fuck you, Zhu Zi, not only are you ugly, but your mouth stinks too, fuck!"

"Hey, that's a personal attack! That's a personal attack!" Sha Zhu was also a little unhappy.

"Fuck you..." Lou Bancheng waved his sleeves and turned to leave.

"Hey, this old Deng~" Silly Zhu shook his head with a smile.

Lou Bancheng is becoming less and less like a capitalist; instead, he's developing a reckless and unruly personality like his father, He Daqing.

Moreover, he was so natural and effortless that there was no trace of acting.

Lou Bancheng was genuinely not acting. He used to be a capitalist, a person of status, and he had to maintain a certain composure wherever he went.

Things are different now. Letting go of my inhibitions seems to make me even happier.

What hasn't Lou Bancheng tried?

Visiting brothels is the lowest level, okay? Of course, he only patronizes high-class dancers and famous courtesans in brothels.

Five days later, Yang Guangming went to see his cousin after the happy occasion.

People are in high spirits when they have good news, and Wang Zhiguo was no exception. After getting married, he was having a blast and was not tired at all.

"What's up, Guangming?" Wang Zhiguo made tea for his cousin in his study at home.

My father was transferred to the No. 1 Steel Rolling Mill, but he didn't go, so he was allocated an apartment, a three-bedroom apartment.

He was bound to get promoted sooner or later, so Li Huaide simply did Yang Ligong a favor and allocated a housing unit for a division-level cadre to Wang Zhiguo.

"Brother, how was your wedding?" Yang Guangming asked curiously.

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhiguo paused in his actions, then revealed a meaningful smile:

"Guangming, all I can tell you is that the experience is indescribable. You should find a wife and experience it for yourself."

"You can only truly appreciate the joy of this kind of experience by doing it yourself; everyone's experience is different."

Yang Guangming was itching to get married right away.

But he came on important business today, so the two brothers lit a cigarette and began to tell their story.

Wang Zhiguo, with a cigarette between his fingers, listened in a daze, unaware that the cigarette butt was burning his hand.

He then stood up excitedly:

"Holy crap, is that true?"

"Damn it, I remember now, fuck!"

"Brother, why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Yang Guang understood him at a glance:

"I'm just letting you have a few days of fun first. If I had told you earlier, would you still be happy these past few days?"

"That's true..." Wang Zhiguo sat down again.

Anyone would be unhappy to hear that someone was stealing the joy of their own wedding.

Fortunately, Sha Zhu stopped him, otherwise Wang Zhiguo would have been scorned for the rest of his life.

"Should we tell Uncle San?" Yang Guangming asked.

Wang Zhiguo did not hesitate for long:

"Of course! What level am I? How could I possibly beat Dong Tianbao? I'll go find my dad right now."

When Yang Ligong found out, his face turned ashen, as if he had swallowed a dead fly.

He was also a party involved and present at the scene, so he naturally saw Sha Zhu drag Dong Tianbao's wife back.

Seeing his third uncle's grim expression, Yang Guangming smiled and said:

"Uncle, please don't be angry. He Yuzhu also said something to Dong Tianbao's wife at the time."

"What did you say?" the father and son asked in unison.

He Yuzhu's exact words were, "You failed to snatch the happy event, go home and wait to die!"

The father and son looked at each other, then burst into laughter, tears streaming down their faces.

After recovering, Wang Zhiguo said:

"Dad, I'm so glad you invited He Yuzhu to my wedding. Otherwise, if he had managed to steal my wedding, it would have been really disgusting."

"We should also thank He Yuzhu."

Yang Ligong nodded in agreement:

"We should really thank He Yuzhu. Dong Tianbao's mother is like a toad crawling on your foot; it doesn't hurt, but it's disgusting."

"I'll handle this. You don't need to worry about it. Just focus on building a good relationship with Li Huaide and his nephew at the factory."

"Don't even think about coming to the First Steel Rolling Mill. The situation is bad. It's not too late to transfer me over after I take down Dong Tianbao."

The two nodded, and after a simple meal, Wang Zhiguo prepared to leave.

Yang Ligong's wife, who is also Wang Zhiguo's mother, handed him a jar of wine, patted his hand affectionately, and said:

"Son, half a cup a day, you'll be a dad next year, keep it up! Give it your all, and Mom will help you both take care of the baby!"

Wang Zhiguo blushed slightly, naturally understanding the meaning behind his mother's words. It was so obvious that even a fool could understand it.

"Auntie, can I have a jar of wine too?" Yang Guangming said enviously from the side.

Wang Yaqin waved her hand impatiently:

"Get out of my way! What are you doing drinking alcohol, kid? Do you even know what you're drinking?"

"If you drink this wine, you'll be shooting a gun every day, and you'll even be able to drill a hole through your quilt."

Yang Guangming blushed deeply after being scolded, covered his face, and turned to leave...

"This child, why is he so thin-skinned? What's wrong with saying a few words to you?" Wang Yaqin muttered.

Wang Zhiguo blushed slightly and took his leave.

"Mom and Dad, I'm going home now. Mingzhu is waiting for me at home."

Wang Yaqin smiled and said:

"Go on, son, don't forget what Mom just said, go all out!"

Wang Zhiguo fled in disarray.

Yang Ligong looked at his wife with annoyance:

"Yaqin, why are you saying these things in front of the children? With Lu Siwen around, and you're supposed to be a professor at Tsinghua University."

Wang Yaqin ignored Yang Ligong, turned and left. A moment later, she returned with a glass of wine, placed it in front of Yang Ligong, and said with a smile:

"You've done well, drink it. After you drink, take a shower. I'll be waiting for you in the room. I want to reward you tonight."

Yang Ligong's face twitched after hearing this:

"Hey honey, I'm a little tired today."

Wang Yaqin wasn't angry at all because Yang Ligong refused; on the contrary, her smile became even brighter.

"It's okay, I promised you a reward, so it won't be fake. Just don't move!" After saying that, she swayed her hips and went upstairs.

"Blanching..." Yang Ligong covered his face, wanting to cry...