Courtyard House: A System Connecting Two Worlds, Resources for the Nation

"What do you mean by disturbing us? Everyone's arrived at the perfect time!"

Zhou Feng coughed lightly, beaming with satisfaction, unable to contain his smile.

Today is truly a wonderful day. I reached second base in the morning, and by noon, I had a seven-figure income. I've achieved success in both my career and love life!

"Come on, Comrade Bai Ling, why don't you cook something? I'd like some stir-fried cabbage with vinegar!"

Bai Ling wasn't angry when she heard Zhou Feng's instructions; in fact, she even had a hint of joy on her face.

After all, Zhou Feng ordering her around in front of the Qin family father and daughter meant only one thing: she was not a guest, but the host, which was why he had to arrange for her to cook.

Qin's father instantly understood Zhou Feng's meaning, turned to look at his daughter, and sighed.

The girl didn't understand the meaning behind what the other person was saying at all; she only heard Zhou Feng instructing Bai Ling to cook.

She quickly realized that since Brother Zhou Feng had asked Comrade Bai Ling to cook, she couldn't let herself be outdone!

Although she doesn't know how to use the kitchen utensils at Zhou Feng's house, we can still do what we can!

So, to Qin's father's puzzled look, Comrade Qin Jingru picked up the rag that Zhou Feng had just handed her for wiping the wood and began wiping the furniture in the room.

She even gathered up the chicken bones and bamboo skewers on the table, only to have Zhou Feng casually throw them into the trash can, which made her look distressed.

These bamboo skewers are so well-cut, there aren't any burrs at all. She even wants to take them home to use.

And those chicken bones, I'll take them home and feed them to the neighbor's dog.

Thinking to herself, Qin Jingru casually put away the disposable water cup she had just used to drink water.

I don't know how this paper cup is made, it doesn't leak at all, and the inside is completely smooth.

She wanted to take it back to the village to show her mother, so she had to keep it safe and not let Brother Zhou Feng throw it away again!

"This thing is disposable, so don't waste it. If you want it, I can make you as many as you want!"

As if reading Qin Jingru's mind, Zhou Feng casually offered an explanation.

Given the value of the timber the father and daughter brought, it wouldn't be too much for him to give them as much of it as he wanted.

"The stir-fried cabbage with vinegar is ready!"

Bai Ling carried a plate of food into the room, placed it on the table, and sat down.

However, his seat was right between Zhou Feng and Qin Jingru, and his slight glances made both the Qin father and daughter feel a chill run down their spines.

Qin's father sensed something and asked his daughter in a low voice, "What does this Comrade Bai Ling do for a living?"

"I heard from Brother Zhou Feng that it seems to be a leader from the Municipal Bureau."

Hearing his daughter's words, Mr. Qin gave a slightly embarrassed twitch of his lips.

No, this man is beyond the control of our Qin family!

If everyone were from an ordinary family, they could have discussed it with them and let Jingru become a member of the family.

If the leaders of the Municipal Bureau dare to say such things, they might be labeled as having outdated feudal ideas, which would be troublesome!

Fortunately, the situation was unclear, so he didn't dare to say anything reckless.

Those who associate with leaders must also be leaders themselves!

For a moment, only the bubbling sound of stewing meat and a slightly awkward silence filled the room.

The aroma of the meat grew stronger, whetting everyone's appetite, but the atmosphere was somewhat tense.

Faced with Bai Ling's overwhelming aura, the two members of the Qin family didn't dare to speak, but Zhou Feng seemed oblivious, patted Bai Ling's hand, and got up to check the fire in the kitchen.

He lifted the lid of the pot, and an even richer and more intense aroma wafted out!

I poked the meat chunks with my chopsticks again; they were already stewed until tender.

Finally, I sprinkled in some salt, stir-fried it a few times, and reduced the sauce over high heat.

The glistening, oily, and trembling pork belly, coated in a thick sauce, was served in a large porcelain bowl.

"Dinner's ready!" Zhou Feng called out, bringing the dishes and rice to the table.

The large bowl of glistening, reddish-brown braised pork was placed in the center of the table, resembling a small hill, creating a strong visual impact.

Stir-fried cabbage with vinegar is refreshing and helps cut through the richness, while steaming white rice is served.

Qin's father and Qin Jingru stared wide-eyed at the bowl of meat, their mouths watering.

But because Bai Ling was present, no one dared to pick up their chopsticks first, and they sat there awkwardly.

"Come on, everyone, don't be shy, eat as much as you like!"

Zhou Feng immediately picked up his chopsticks and served meat to the three of them.

"Uncle Qin, you've come all this way, you must be tired!"

"Comrade Qin Jingru, please try it. Has my cooking improved lately?"

"Come on, Bai Ling, do you need me to serve you? Use your chopsticks yourself!"

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With him making arrangements, the three of them got to work.

The braised pork belly was perfectly marbled with fat and lean meat, stewed until incredibly tender, melting in your mouth. It was fatty yet not greasy, lean yet not dry, and the sweet and savory sauce burst with the aroma of the meat in your mouth!

This truly captivated the Qin family father and daughter, who repeatedly expressed their gratitude.

After finishing the meat in his bowl, Qin's father, with trembling hands, put a large piece of meat on his daughter's plate and on his own plate.

He was afraid his daughter would be too shy to pick up her chopsticks.

Qin Jingru had been craving it for a long time, so she didn't stand on ceremony with Zhou Feng and happily ate the stewed meat in her mouth. This was the happiest thing for her.

The atmosphere during the meal was noticeably strange. Knowing Bai Ling's identity, Qin's father only dared to bury his head in his food and didn't dare to look up or speak.

He had been thinking about his daughter the moment before, but now he's realized something.

These are leaders from the Municipal Bureau. If they find out that they sold this timber to Zhou Feng for a hundred yuan, wouldn't that be considered speculation and profiteering? They could just arrest the father and son.

Did I run into a gun?

Unfortunately, what you fear most is exactly what happened. Just as Qin's father was eating with his head down, Bai Ling suddenly asked casually, "Uncle Qin, Zhou Feng said these timbers you brought over were so important, how much did he pay for them?"

Qin's father was chewing a piece of meat, about to swallow it, when he heard this and almost choked. He quickly swallowed it and then looked at Zhou Feng nervously.

The latter frowned and waved his hand, somewhat speechless: "Hey, why are you asking me about this? These are all good stuff, I gave them a hundred yuan."

"One hundred yuan?"

Bai Ling raised an eyebrow and looked at Zhou Feng: "Just this much wood, and it's worth so much?"

Her words startled Qin's father, who looked at Zhou Feng somewhat timidly: "Actually...we don't know if this wood is...worth anything. Maybe we can just refund you!"

Although they were a little reluctant, the father and daughter had already enjoyed such a sumptuous meal of meat, so they shouldn't worry about the money.

One hundred yuan is enough to get you arrested and sentenced!

"No, whether it's valuable or not is up to you or me. If I think it's valuable, then it's valuable!"

Zhou Feng looked at Bai Ling with a sullen face.

Regardless of what kind of person Qin Jingru will become in the future, the father and daughter brought so much timber because they trusted him. What does this mean now?

"Uncle Qin, please don't mind me. I was just asking casually. This is between you and Zhou Feng, it has nothing to do with me!"

Bai Ling has been spending too much time with Zhou Feng and has become too casual.

Even she herself had forgotten how outrageous it was to sell wood for a hundred dollars at this time of year.