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

In fact, the dishes Zhou Feng chose at Nan Yi's place were considered quite ordinary by later generations.

Since this was a large banquet, Nan Yi prepared some rather rustic dishes for Zhou Feng to choose from.

Dishes that require meticulous preparation are completely unsuitable for this location.

That evening, Zhou Feng returned to his original world and retrieved the vegetables and fruits that had been prepared for him in advance.

This is a small matter that Zhou Ming doesn't need to handle personally; any employee from one of the trading companies registered under his name can take care of it.

I have to say, it's really quite enjoyable to have my subordinates working without regard to time.

No wonder when Zhou Feng was working in Beiping a few years ago, his boss would often give him last-minute work at seven or eight o'clock or on weekends...

On the internet in this world, everyone criticizes capitalists, yet everyone wants to become a capitalist.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Nan Yi and his apprentices arrived at the courtyard on time, while Zhou Feng was already washing up in the courtyard.

You can be lazy most of the time, but you'll have to be diligent on your wedding day.

"Comrade Zhou Feng, we're here to prepare the ingredients in advance. May I ask where you've put them?"

"Inside the house, turn right as you enter and you'll find the kitchen."

Nan Yi nodded, led the people into the house, and turned to the right. The three of them froze in place.

Is this someone's kitchen, or a small warehouse in a steel mill's canteen?

He didn't mention the beef, pork, ribs, and pork hocks lying on the ground.

Are those piles of rice and flour by the wall?

Although he had never seen those white bags before, he recognized the large characters for "rice" and "noodles" written on them!

They're piled up like a small mountain, they must weigh at least a hundred pounds, right?

And what are those square things in this room?

Why is that pot on a small table?

Where is the stove?

How come he's never seen anything like this before?

"Master Nan! I have a large pot and some wood here. You can use this pot, and I also have smaller pots and stoves!"

As he spoke, Zhou Feng, who had returned from outside, took out a steel frame from the kitchen and pulled out a large pot from the corner.

Normally, this size of iron pot would be commonplace for Nan Yi and his companions, but the three of them still gasped in surprise.

Because neither the steel frame below nor the iron pot on top showed any signs of use.

What does this prove?

This proves that the pot and stand were specially prepared by Comrade Zhou Feng for today's meal!

Steel is a controlled commodity!

Who exactly is this person?

If you really have that much ability, why would you live in such a crowded tenement?

Seeing that his apprentice was about to say something, Nan Yi tugged hard at his sleeve and shook his head seriously.

As a chef, just do your job well and cook the food well; it's best to keep quiet about other things.

Even Director Li is so humble and subservient to this person in front of them, what right do they have to interfere in his affairs?

Time passed as they prepared the food, and the neighbors in the courtyard got up and washed up.

Qin Huairu, who was in the Intermediate People's Court, changed her clothes and came out of her house. She happened to run into Sha Zhu, who was opening the door across the street, and was stunned for a moment.

"Hey? Zhu Zi, Zhou Feng is hosting a banquet in the front yard today, why are you only just getting up?"

"Huh? He's hosting a banquet? He didn't tell me about it, so what does it have to do with me!"

Sha Zhu stiffened his neck and glanced at the front yard with a hint of disdain.

As the saying goes, those in the same trade are enemies.

Zhou Feng's family hired someone else instead of him, the head chef who lived in the same courtyard, for their banquet, which made Sha Zhu a little unhappy.

If it weren't for Zhou Feng's lingering influence, he would have wanted to go directly to Zhou Feng's door to ask what was going on.

"Let's go take a look; you might be able to help!"

Qin Huairu, standing nearby, offered a word of advice to Sha Zhu.

The relationship between the two families has recently improved somewhat.

She finally understood that although they had food and drink now, the benefits ultimately came down to Qin Jingru, who was temporarily staying at their house.

Qin Jingru had previously mentioned that Bai Ling and Zhou Feng wanted to buy a large courtyard house so they could all live there.

What will happen to their family now that Qin Jingru is gone?

Will we return to the situation of lacking food and water?

Putting aside others, judging from Zhou Feng's attitude towards her, she didn't believe he would care about the Jia family.

When the time comes, won't the person who will support their whole family still fall to Sha Zhu?

Sha Zhu pouted, wanting to say something, but Qin Huairu nuzzled against him a few times and gently persuaded him, and his whole body went limp.

Old bachelors approaching thirty are the easiest to be manipulated by mature women like Qin Huairu.

"Okay, okay, I'll go!"

Sha Zhu put away the towel and swayed as he walked towards the front yard.

At this moment, Nan Yi had already put the vegetables that needed to be cooked into the pot, and his two apprentices were washing the vegetables and chopping them.

As Sha Zhu's gaze swept over the man's technique, his lips curled downwards, and his disdain deepened.

That's just how he is!

"Hey, comrades, I'm also a cook living in this courtyard. What are you making? Do you need any help?"

"No need, thank you, the three of us are enough."

Nan Yi had never met Sha Zhu before, and his words were quite polite, but the meaning was very clear: a straightforward rejection.

After all, the host invited them to cook, so what kind of situation would it be to ask the neighbors to help out?

This kind of banquet is no different from cooking in a large pot, and he can easily handle it himself.

"Oh? I'm not competing with you for the food, I'm just lending a hand. I'll help you with the cooking so you can relax a bit, right?"

I can't speak for anything else, but I'm absolutely confident in my cooking skills.

If he can really cook, he'll let Zhou Feng inside the house and this guy in front of him see who has better cooking skills.

When he proves you wrong with his skills, no one will be able to say anything!

"Hey! What's wrong with you? My master already said it's not necessary, why are you still saying this?"

"Exactly, you think you can be a chef? You can't treat all chefs the same! My master is the head chef at a steel mill, what do you think you are?"

Before Nan Yi could speak, his two apprentices objected.

If you say you want to cook for the chef in front of him, doesn't that mean you don't approve of his skills?

Being denied professional expertise made even Nan Yi's expression less than pleasant.

But the one with the ugliest expression was Shazhu!

He knew he hadn't thought things through when he said those things, but what did these two brats say about his master?

The head chef of the steel rolling mill?

Looking at Nan Yi, Sha Zhu could barely contain his emotions.

He said that he now only cooks for high-ranking officials, which is many times better than before.

But who wouldn't want a stable job?

What's more, the person in front of him had replaced his original position!

Sha Zhu knew, of course, that Zhou Feng was the culprit who made him lose his job, but did he dare to confront Zhou Feng?

Let alone Zhou Feng, even Deputy Factory Director Li couldn't say anything against him.

So all that anger was directed at Nan Yi, who replaced him.