Courtyard house: Just the right amount of pressure, leaving you bewildered but not brain-damaged.

Gao Xiaosheng watched as He Yuzhu fled into the kitchen in a disheveled state and nodded silently.

It's alright, she's not too deeply involved. At least she knows that a man's pride is more important than a young wife's slender waist.

He Yushui was very happy. She smiled sweetly at Gao Xiaosheng and flitted back and forth like a little butterfly, serving rice and getting chopsticks, busy with her own business.

"Rainwater, eat quickly, we have a meeting in less than half an hour."

Seeing his sister chatting and laughing with Gao Xiaosheng, He Yuzhu exuded a strong sense of jealousy from the inside out.

His gaze toward Gao Xiaosheng grew increasingly dissatisfied.

"Brother, you ate a lot at lunch, didn't you? Aren't you hungry? I'll take the meat with me."

He Yushui stretched out her arm and used her chopsticks to reach for the slices of meat in He Yuzhu's lunchbox, picking through them and taking three slices.

"Okay, go ahead and eat. Eat more, and don't tell anyone I starved you later."

To be honest, although He Yuzhu was careless and often deceived by Yi Zhonghai and his wife, he still loved his younger sister, with whom he depended on each other, very much from the bottom of his heart.

"I didn't say anything wrong, you were already starving me."

He Yushui glanced at Xiao Sheng beside her and immediately felt confident, showing no respect for her brother.

That would have been fine, but the key point was that she suddenly turned her right hand and the three pieces of meat landed steadily in Gao Xiaosheng's bowl.

"Brother Sheng, try my brother's cooking. Is it better than his?"

He Yuzhu's eyes turned red, and he wished he could fight Gao Xiaosheng on the spot to decide the ownership of the rainwater.

This younger sister is outrageous! Not only does she talk back, but she also puts our family's meat into other people's bowls.

"You can eat the rainwater yourself, why give it to him?"

"What's the point of calling me 'Little Sheng' so affectionately?"

"I'm telling you, he's in for a rough time. He's definitely not going to have a good life from now on."

"Eat up, eat well, we might not even have money for rice and noodles tomorrow."

He Yuzhu couldn't bear to teach He Yushui a lesson, so he turned his attention to Gao Xiaosheng, launching into a barrage of sarcastic remarks.

"Brother, don't talk nonsense. Brother Sheng didn't do anything wrong. It was Aunt Jia and Uncle San who deliberately caused trouble."

"Besides, you don't know what the old man is talking about right now, you just make wild guesses."

Gao Xiaosheng was too lazy to explain, and with He Yuzhu's intelligence, he probably wouldn't understand anyway. But He Yushui wasn't going to tolerate her own brother, so she stepped forward, and the two siblings started arguing.

Gao Xiaosheng's house was bustling with activity, but Qin Huairu from the Intermediate People's Court was not in a good mood.

After waiting for a while and not seeing anyone, she knew something had happened.

After a quick calculation, they guessed where He Yuzhu had gone.

Although she didn't show up in the afternoon, Qin Huairu knew everything that happened in the front yard; she just didn't want to get involved.

He Yushui didn't go home after accompanying Gao Xiaosheng to buy furniture; she must have been staying in the front yard. When she saw Shazhu enter the yard, she probably called him over.

Qin Huairu didn't care where Sha Zhu went, but she couldn't afford to lose her lunchbox.

"Dongxu, get up quickly, something's happened."

She turned to go back inside, and was about to mention the lunchbox to Jia Dongxu when her mouth was covered.

Wearing only a pair of shorts, Jia Dongxu had no interest in listening to his wife. He needed to hurry up and get down to business, otherwise he wouldn't be able to do it when Jia Zhangshi returned.

"Stop, stop messing around. Sha Zhu didn't come to the Intermediate People's Court. He went to Gao Xiaosheng's house and is probably eating right now. If we don't do something soon, his lunchbox will be empty."

Qin Huairu struggled fiercely and finally managed to push Jia Dongxu away a little.

"Empty is fine... What? He ate the lunchbox himself? That won't do, it's ours!"

It took Jia Dongxu a few seconds to switch from instinct to brain-driven action, and he was about to run out, swinging his little toothpick.

"You're going to go out naked?"

Qin Huairu grabbed her clueless and incompetent husband and continued to ask, "What are you trying to do?"

"Of course we'll go to the front yard and snatch the lunchbox back!" Jia Dongxu said, hurriedly putting on his clothes.

"Sigh." Qin Huairu felt exhausted. Whenever no one was watching, her husband would always do something that was hard for ordinary people to understand.

Yes, Sha Zhu's lunchbox has always been regarded as belonging to the Jia family.

It's fine to say this behind closed doors at home, but you can't say it in front of Sha Zhu.

How did the dinner that someone prepared for themselves and their sister end up in your hands?

"Why are you robbing? Go to Uncle's house right now and tell him what to do. We'll let Uncle and Mom decide what to do."

Jia Dongxu was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses. "Okay, I'll ask my master to step in and give Sha Zhu a good scolding."

"He dares to eat our lunchbox? He's gone too far!"

Jia Dongxu hurriedly left, while Qin Huairu sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), glanced at Banggeng who was sleeping soundly, and sighed deeply.

During her three years living in the compound, she heard many stories about Jia Dongxu, He Yuzhu, and Xu Damao.

Despite being the oldest among his peers, Jia Dongxu's fighting ability is consistently at the bottom.

Unfortunately, he was arrogant and looked down on everyone. He also had a foul mouth and was often chased all over the yard by Sha Zhu, getting beaten up quite a bit.

Although Xu Damao was physically weak, he was still quite sharp and had an unusually large number of underhanded and malicious tricks.

If it weren't for Yi Zhonghai's constant bias, it's uncertain whether he would have survived to this day.

Sometimes, Qin Huairu even felt that Jia Dongxu was dumber than Sha Zhu.

He has neither physical health nor intelligence, yet he enjoys mocking others. Isn't he just courting death?

Less than two minutes later, Jia Dongxu came out of the east wing.

He dashed to the front yard and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Everyone come out! Gather in the middle courtyard for a general meeting. Those who are eating, put down your chopsticks. Anyone who is late will have to make a public apology."

Qin Huairu nodded. It had to be an old man. The method was reasonable and logical. First, interrupt Sha Zhu's meal. When he arrived at the Central Court, the lunchbox would be gone.

I just don't know how much will be left; I hope it's not too late.

"Rain, what did I just say? We have to have a meeting in less than half an hour. It's only been a dozen minutes. Tell me, was your brother's guess right or wrong?"

"You even criticized me for making baseless guesses without thinking. Are you convinced now?"

Hearing Jia Dongxu's voice outside the door, He Yuzhu perked up again, arms crossed, looking smug.

"Hmph, a blind cat stumbled upon a dead mouse."

"So what if you guessed right once? Little Sheng just said my cooking is better than yours!"

He Yushui was determined to show Gao Xiaosheng that she was not afraid of power. From the moment the food was served, she started to argue with her brother, and the verbal battle never stopped.

"He... he's biased towards you."

"Besides, the dishes you cook in your own kitchen and the dishes I cook in a big pot, can they be the same?"

He Yuzhu was determined to seek justice for his cooking skills. He said that when cooking on a small stove, he used plenty of oil, and even stir-fried shoe insoles tasted good. However, when cooking in a large pot, there was hardly any oil, and even the most exquisite delicacies tasted half as good.

"Ahem, let's go to the Intermediate People's Court. We can bring chairs so we don't get tired of standing."

Gao Xiaosheng finished his last bite of rice, interrupting the siblings' bickering.

"Rain, you don't need to move the chair, I'll get it for you."

"Okay, thank you, Brother Sheng."

He Yushui smiled happily, ignoring He Yuzhu, and followed closely behind Gao Xiaosheng.

"Hey, this little brat."

He Yuzhu had a lot to say but couldn't finish, and he wanted to talk more about his cooking skills, but the audience didn't care about him at all and were about to walk out the door.

"Gao Xiaosheng, give me the chair. I'll take the one my sister is sitting on; you take your own."

Unwilling to be ignored, He Yuzhu took a few quick steps, snatched a chair from Gao Xiaosheng's hand, and incidentally proved He Yushui's ownership.

He, He Yuzhu, is Yushui's biological older brother.

"It's okay, I can carry it..." Gao Xiaosheng hadn't finished speaking when the chair was already in He Yuzhu's hands.

"Brother Sheng, let my brother carry it. He's all he has left."

He Yushui's words nearly made He Yuzhu jump up in anger.