Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

As it turned out, Yang Ligong did not have the reason to confront Dong Tianbao; his excuse was too flimsy and simply untenable.

If Yang Ligong were to use this as an excuse to attack Dong Tianbao, he would also be subject to criticism. He could only plan slowly and there was no need to rush.

On Sha Zhu's side, Yang Ligong had his son send him a lot of cigarettes and alcohol as a token of his gratitude.

Yang Ligong noted down the favor and said he would repay it slowly in the future.

After delivering the gift to Sha Zhu, Wang Zhiguo planned to visit his younger brother. Since they both lived in the family compound, and today happened to be his day off.

Yang Guangming lives in a two-bedroom apartment, and he lives quite comfortably by himself.

It was almost noon, and he had already woken up. He was lying in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Young man, you're too hot-tempered. You rewarded yourself this morning, which is why you felt a moment of confusion.

It hasn't even been wiped clean yet.

Just then, a knock sounded on the door. Yang Guangming sat up abruptly, grabbed the blanket, and wiped his stomach and face haphazardly.

I grabbed some clothes and put them on, and when I got to the door, instead of opening it right away, I casually asked:

"Who is it?"

"Brother, it's me, Zhiguo!"

"Phew..." Yang Guangming breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door.

Judging from his brother's messy hair, he's obviously not up yet.

"Wow, no wonder it took you so long to open the door. You just got up?"

Yang Ligong grinned and said:

"Come in, bro."

Wang Zhiguo nodded and went inside. Because of the central heating, the place was warm and cozy, but it also had a strange smell.

The further they went in, the stronger the smell became. Wang Zhiguo went straight into Yang Guangming's room and looked at the spots on the quilt with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

Looking back at my brother, there was a paste-like substance on his eyebrows and hair.

Wang Zhiguo knew exactly what this thing was.

I also admire my brother's shooting range; it's really far.

Wang Zhiguo said to Yang Guangming in an annoyed tone:

"Damn it, go look in the mirror! What the hell is going on?!"

Yang Guangming did as instructed, picked up a small mirror and looked at himself. When he saw the paste on his eyebrows and hair, he plucked it off, smelled it, and his face slowly turned red.

Wang Zhiguo went to open the window; the smell in the room was unbearable for him.

Watching his cousin Wang Zhiguo, who was sitting upright opposite him, light a cigarette, he earnestly advised him:

"Brother, find a wife. As your brother, I can only give you a hand, but a wife can give you several hands."

"When young, one does not know the value of gold; when old, one looks at a brush and sheds tears in vain."

"Think it over carefully, and then take advantage of your rest time to tidy up the house. It'll be clean even if you find a partner by then."

"I'm leaving now."

Wang Zhiguo left, leaving Yang Guangming dejected and alone.

He knew his older brother was right, but sometimes he just couldn't control himself...

Like his third uncle, he had no other hobbies; he neither liked eating nor gambling, except that he was a bit of a womanizer...

Although Li Jiuzhou's original house in courtyard number 95 was empty, he would still come back from time to time to keep the house from being vacant.

Sha Zhu's house was occupied; He Daqing moved back with his wife and children.

It's much more spacious than the two other rooms he bought.

Although he returned to his old house, He Daqing had no intention of taking it; it was definitely for his eldest son, Shazhu.

The two newly purchased rooms near Zhengyangmen will be given to the other two adopted sons; this arrangement is appropriate.

But his wife had some reservations. After all, they had come back to live here, and their eldest son, Shazhu, also had a three-bedroom apartment in the family compound.

It's probably unlikely that I'll be able to move back in, so I've set my sights on this house.

That night, as soon as He Daqing lay down, Bai Lian began to whisper sweet nothings in his ear:

"Daqing, you said Zhuzi has moved to the family compound, what are your plans for this apartment?"

"What am I supposed to do? This house is built of pillars, what can I possibly do?"

"Let me tell you, don't even think about what's not yours." He Daqing knew exactly what was going on.

If Bai Lian hadn't given birth to his daughter, he would have slapped her across the face long ago.

Bai Lian was very dissatisfied after hearing this:

"Why can't I care? Even Yushui has a side room. What about the little girl? Her older sister has been given everything, but she has nothing."

He Daqing snorted coldly:

"The little girl is only a few years old, what does she want? Besides, have I skimped on her food or clothing?"

"I'm warning you, you can talk to me about it, but if you go and ask Zhu Zi for this or that, I won't stop him from hitting you."

"Also, your two sons will need his older brother's support in the future. If you think it's okay, then go ahead and do it."

Bai Lian broke out in a cold sweat the moment she heard this, because what He Daqing said made perfect sense.

The eldest son of the cheapskate is incredibly capable; at a young age, he's already a section chief and canteen manager at the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill.

If I dare to offend him, I'm sure I'll suffer the consequences later.

Sha Zhu will help his own sister and his half-sister, but he will never help his two half-brothers.

Once the blood ties are laid out, everything becomes clear.

What more house do you need?

After thinking it through, Bai Lian also put an end to some of her ulterior motives.

However, she then remembered the deaf old lady in the backyard. After Sha Zhu moved in, the task of taking care of the deaf old lady fell to her.

It's nothing more than feeding him three meals a day.

When Sha Zhu was around, the deaf old lady would come over to eat with them. Now that Sha Zhu has moved away, she eats at her own home, and Bai Lian brings her food every day.

There's no need for Bai Lian to wash or scrub; the deaf old lady can do it all herself.

The grain reserves are in Bai Lian's hands; there's no way they'll lose money.

Besides, the house will belong to Sha Zhu after the old lady dies, and Bai Lian also wants to get a share of it in the future.

Whatever happens next, let's just keep doing it.

When He Daqing came back, the deaf old lady's meals improved a bit because he would bring back some leftovers from Fengzeyuan Restaurant.

Things are so difficult now, but those are leftovers from Fengzeyuan Restaurant, they smell delicious!

He Daqing brings back two lunchboxes every day, which is not allowed under normal circumstances, but he is a long-time employee at Fengzeyuan, so what does leftover food matter to him?

This made many neighbors extremely envious, and Jia Zhangshi was especially drooling with envy.

Besides He Daqing moving back, Xu Damao's father, Xu Fugui, also moved back with his wife and youngest daughter.

The courtyard was still quite lively, mainly because there were quite a few people living there.

The number of people has not decreased; it will only increase.

Since water was inconvenient to use, someone suggested adding more taps, one in the front yard and one in the back yard.

The entire hospital will contribute to the cost.

The intermediate court was unhappy. Why should I pay a cent for water from the front and back yards?

Adding more taps won't affect them; the only benefit is that they won't have to queue anymore.

In the end, Yi Zhonghai stepped forward and said that everyone in the compound had to come out, regardless of which compound they lived in.

Since he said so, then we'll just pay for it. It'll only cost a little over one yuan per household, because we need to connect water pipes, and water pipes are made of iron, which are controlled materials. They're difficult to obtain and expensive, and we need to apply to the street office.

But this matter is very simple. They have connections in the subdistrict office. Bingbing is the deputy director of the subdistrict office. She can make decisions on this small matter, and she should make decisions on it.