Courtyard House: I fish in the heavens, a professional bird abuser.

Ok?

This is?

He Yuanchao was stunned for a moment, and then a large amount of information flooded into his mind.

It was surprisingly about Ip Man's Wing Chun!

It was as if he had been practicing this boxing style for at least 10 years.

His eyes opened.

The protagonist's fist punched the wall directly!

Wing Chun!

thump~

Dust settled on the wall, revealing a clear fist print, while He Yuanchao's own fist remained unscathed.

That punch could probably knock out a bull, right?

Wow, that's awesome!

Three fishing trips, each one more exciting than the last!

In the system space, there was that bag of glistening Thai fragrant rice, those four bottles of fine wine exuding the mellow aroma of time, and that bicycle ticket that represented status and convenience.

And his direct mastery of Ip Man's Wing Chun was like a shot of adrenaline injected into his soul!

Goldfinger!

This is the kind of treatment a time traveler should receive!

To hell with that beastly courtyard house!

Screw the shortage of supplies!

From now on, I'll eat white rice every meal and have meat every day!

If you want to drink, open a bottle of Moutai!

I ride a Forever bike the moment I step outside!

I'm so envious of you bunch of bastards!

Overwhelmed with joy and confidence, his attitude changed when he looked at the two pieces of pork belly on the table, which he had initially thought were quite good.

This little bit of meat? It's nothing!

I must treat myself today! Celebrate this historic moment!

Just do it!

He Yuanchao rolled up his sleeves, his eyes shining.

He first used his mind to "take" about one and a half pounds of crystal-clear Thai fragrant rice from the system space.

The plump, white grains of rice poured out and fell into the rice washing basin, making a pleasant rustling sound, and a fresh and pure aroma of rice instantly filled the air.

He carefully rinsed the rice twice, and the clear rice water had a faint rice paste color.

Rinse the rice, add an appropriate amount of water, cover the pot, and place it directly on the stove to simmer.

Then, he picked up the two heavy pieces of pork belly from the table.

The sharp kitchen knife gleamed brightly after being rubbed against the whetstone a few times.

He skillfully sliced ​​one of the pieces of pork belly, with its alternating layers of fat and lean meat, into even, thin slices, each slice containing tempting fat and rosy lean meat.

The other piece was cut into slightly thicker slices, ready to be made into twice-cooked pork.

The coal briquettes in the stove were burning brightly, and the glowing red flames licked the black bottom of the pot.

He Yuanchao scooped out a large spoonful of solidified lard and tossed it into the hot iron pot with a "sizzle".

The white fat melted quickly, turning into a clear liquid that bubbled gently in the pot, releasing a rich, savory aroma.

As the oil temperature rose and wisps of smoke rose, He Yuanchao unhesitatingly poured the entire plate of thinly sliced ​​pork belly into it with a "whoosh"!

laugh--! ! !

The moment the boiling oil came into contact with the raw meat, it produced a deafening sound!

A large plume of white steam, carrying a rich aroma of meat, suddenly shot up, almost lifting the lid off the pot!

The glistening slices of fatty meat rapidly shrink and curl in the hot oil, their edges quickly turning golden brown and crispy;

The rosy lean meat quickly changes color, turning from pink to an enticing light brown.

The rich, domineering aroma of meat, with its caramelized and savory fragrance, is like a volcano that has been suppressed for thousands of years, suddenly erupting!

He Yuanchao moved swiftly, grabbing the spatula and flipping his wrist to stir-fry quickly.

The slices of meat tumble and jump in the boiling oil, making a cheerful "sizzling" sound, as the fat is forced out and soaks into each slice of meat.

He grabbed the scallion segments, ginger slices, garlic cloves, and a small handful of dried chili pepper segments from the cutting board and tossed them into the pot without even looking at them.

Instantly, the spicy aroma of scallions, ginger, and garlic, along with the smoky fragrance of dried chili peppers released by the hot oil, filled the air.

It collides and blends violently with the domineering aroma of meat, forming an even more complex and captivating aroma!

He picked up the soy sauce bottle again, flicked his wrist, and the dark brown sauce drew an arc, precisely pouring it onto the golden-brown slices of meat.

With a sizzling sound, the aroma of the sauce was instantly released by the heat!

Next, sprinkle in a small spoonful of white sugar to enhance the flavor and color.

Finally, he didn't forget to sprinkle in a tiny pinch of precious MSG, which was a rare treat these days.

Instantly, the pot filled with a rich, dark soy sauce, and the sliced ​​meat glistened with oil, its reddish-brown color making it incredibly tempting.

As it rolls around, it releases a rich, mouthwatering aroma of savory meat!

Just as the aroma of meat and sauce reached its peak, the lid of the pot simmering with Thai fragrant rice next to it was also being pushed up by the surging steam, making a "puffing" sound.

A subtle, purer, more elegant, yet equally powerful aroma of rice.

Like a sprite emerging from its cocoon, it stubbornly crawled out from the crack in the pot lid and quickly merged into the overwhelming storm of meaty aroma.

The aroma of meat, rice, soy sauce, scallions, garlic, and oil...

Several of the most primitive and enticing food aromas converged, blended, and rose in He Yuanchao's small side room!

They pierced through the cracks in the tightly closed doors and windows, ignoring the obstruction of the walls, like countless invisible, greedy little hands, suddenly pouncing on every corner of the entire courtyard!

The backyard is the closest.

The deaf old woman, who was sitting on her doorstep sewing shoe soles, suddenly looked up with her cloudy old eyes and sniffed twice.

His wrinkled face revealed an extremely rare, almost childlike, craving look.

She smacked her toothless lips and muttered to herself, "Smells good...so good...the meat...the rice..."

The Jia family of the Intermediate People's Court.

Jia Zhangshi was munching on a cornbread while cursing and swearing, still hurling filthy curses at He Yuanchao.

That domineering aroma, a blend of the scent of braised meat and premium rice, was like an invisible slap across her face!

She abruptly stopped chewing, her triangular eyes widening, and her nose twitching wildly like a hunting dog.

His face immediately turned extremely pale, as if he had swallowed a fly.

"That bastard! That heartless scoundrel! He actually dared... he actually dared to do it all!"

Madam Jia was so angry that her whole body trembled, and she squeezed the cornbread in her hands until it was deformed.

"You spendthrift! You're destined to have no descendants! Eat up, eat up, you bastard!"

She cursed viciously, but her stomach started growling uncontrollably, making the dry cornbread in her mouth even harder to swallow.

Qin Huairu was feeding Jia Dongxu, who was paralyzed in bed, small sips of a bowl of corn porridge so thin you could see your reflection in it.

The overwhelming aroma made her hand tremble as she fed him, spilling a few drops of thin porridge onto Jia Dongxu's dirty clothes.

Jia Dongxu made a strange hoarse sound in his throat, his cloudy eyes fixed on the source of the aroma outside the door, filled with twisted jealousy and resentment.

Qin Huairu felt as if an invisible hand had clenched her heart. Bitterness, regret, and the long-suppressed craving aroused by the aroma instantly overwhelmed her.

Looking at the thin, watery porridge in the bowl, and then at her emaciated and irritable husband on the bed, an indescribable sense of sorrow welled up in her heart.

Back then... if only...

The three children, Banggeng, Xiaodang, and Huaihua, seemed to be frozen in place.

Banggeng suddenly stood up from the threshold, his eyes fixed on the backyard like a hungry wolf, drool uncontrollably dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Xiao Dang and Huaihua stopped playing around, sniffling and looking longingly at their mother, Qin Huairu, their little faces filled with hunger and a desire to eat.

"Mom! Meat! The meat smells so good! I want to eat meat!"

Bang Geng was the first to lose control. He rushed over, grabbed Qin Huairu's clothes, and shook her violently, his voice filled with sobs and arrogance.

"Mom... Huaihua is hungry too... I want to eat something delicious..." Huaihua timidly leaned over and hugged Qin Huairu's leg with her little hands.

Xiao Dang didn't speak, but just pursed her lips tightly, her big eyes filled with longing tears, staring straight at Qin Huairu.

The children's crying and pleas were like adding fuel to the fire.

Jia Zhangshi glared with her triangular eyes, then slammed her hand on the table, making the broken bowls on the table jump and spittle fly everywhere:

"Stop howling! You spineless coward! Qin Huairu! Are you dead? Didn't you hear the child is hungry? You're a jinx!"

You can't even find a single piece of meat in Kede's house!

If you hadn't misjudged them back then and thought they were poor, wouldn't all that meat and rice be ours now?

You clueless, spendthrift woman!

The more she cursed, the more vehement she became. Her triangular eyes darted around, landing on Qin Huairu's pale, haggard face, which still couldn't hide her beauty. A vicious yet self-righteous thought popped into her head:

"Standing here like a wooden stake? Go! Go now!"

Didn't you go on a date with that guy surnamed He before? Even though it didn't work out, there must have been some lingering affection, right? Go find him!

Act pitiful! Say the children are crying from hunger and ask him to spare some meat broth and leftover rice for the sake of the neighbors!

How much can he eat by himself? Banggeng is the only son in our Jia family! How can he bear to watch his child go hungry?

Qin Huairu's face instantly lost all color, turning deathly pale.

She stared at her mother-in-law in disbelief, her lips trembling:

"Mom! You...you want me to...go beg for food? Or go...go find him?"

A tremendous sense of humiliation instantly overwhelmed her.

Go find He Yuanchao.

He Yuanchao, whom she looked down on back then, is now living a more comfortable life than anyone else.

Should I bow down to him?

Go ask him for the leftover meat soup?

This is worse than killing her!

"Not going? You're just going to watch Bang Geng and the others starve to death?"

Jia Zhangshi's voice suddenly rose, becoming sharp and piercing.

"How can you be so heartless as a mother? You don't even care about your child's life or death for the sake of your worthless face?"

"Let me tell you, Qin Huairu, if anything happens to Bang Geng, I'll never forgive you! You'll be a sinner against the Jia family!"

When Banggeng heard that his grandmother was backing him up, he became even more unruly and started rolling around on the ground.

"I don't care! I want to eat meat! Mom, go ask for it! If you don't go, I won't get up! I'd rather starve to death!"

Xiao Dang and Huaihua were also led by their brother to burst into tears.

Paralyzed Jia Dongxu also roared from the bed, glaring venomously at Qin Huairu, mumbling incoherent curses:

"Useless... thing... go... beg for food..."

Besieged on all sides!

The immense pressure, like a solid boulder, pressed heavily on Qin Huairu's thin shoulders.

Watching her crying child, listening to her husband and mother-in-law's curses, and smelling the increasingly rich and enticing aroma of meat and rice in the air...

Intense regret gnawed at her heart like a venomous snake.

How could I have been so blind back then?

If... if I had agreed to that marriage back then... now, sitting in that room, eating delicious meat and rice, being envied and resented by everyone in the courtyard, wouldn't I be the one?

Once this thought arose, it grew wildly like weeds, causing her excruciating pain.

Looking at her dilapidated home, her paralyzed and irritable husband, her mean and greedy mother-in-law, and her crying, hungry child... tears finally welled up and streamed down her face, a mixture of endless humiliation and regret.

"Okay...I'll go...I'll go..."

Qin Huairu's voice was choked with sobs, as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

She hastily wiped her face with her sleeve, took a deep breath, and dragged her heavy steps toward the door that exuded a deadly alluring fragrance, as if she were going to her execution.