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

"Why are we having another hospital-wide meeting after just two days of peace? There have been way too many of these meetings lately!"

Liu Haizhong, with her large pregnant belly, sat down in her seat, muttering to herself.

He didn't object to holding a plenary meeting; in fact, he quite enjoyed the prestige of chairing it.

But this hospital-wide meeting was organized by Yan Bugui, the third uncle, not by him, the second uncle, which made him feel a little uneasy.

Even if he didn't organize it, he could still steal the spotlight and be the first to speak and host!

"We've all gathered here today because our yard has been burgled again!"

Liu Haizhong stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping across everyone's faces before finally settling on Sha Zhu, who had just entered the courtyard.

"Why are you looking at me like that? This has nothing to do with me!"

Sha Zhu was stopped as soon as he stepped inside, and now he was being stared at by Liu Haizhong, so he immediately frowned and became a little impatient.

"What's wrong with looking at you? You have a criminal record! Last time..."

"Oh dear! Second Uncle, why bring up such old, trivial matters? What happened before is in the past; I've long since reformed!"

"That's hard to say! You're the only one in our compound who's ever committed a crime. Who else would we suspect if not you?"

Just as Sha Zhu was about to argue with Liu Haizhong, Yi Zhonghai slammed his hand on the table: "Alright, He Yuzhu! Who told you to do such a disrespectful thing before! What's wrong with your second uncle saying a few words to you! I'm asking you, did you take that enamel basin from Zhou Feng's house?"

"What enamel basin? That piece of junk, I wouldn't even take it if it were given to me! What would I do with it! To hold a whole-college meeting over a broken basin, isn't that just a pointless fuss!"

Sha Zhu cried out in protest and started yelling.

These words immediately drew the attention of many neighbors to Zhou Feng.

Indeed, enamel basins are not cheap, but they are still everyday items. It's a bit of an overreaction to bring all these things together because of this.

"The pot itself isn't worth much," Zhou Feng said calmly, "but the broth inside is precious! This morning, my family used this pot of broth to cook noodles, and I don't believe anyone didn't smell the aroma!"

As soon as these words were spoken, a chorus of agreement immediately arose in the courtyard.

That's the truth. The aroma wafting from Zhou Feng's house this morning was so real, it kept wafting into my nose.

Whether it's someone living in their own yard or a neighbor passing by, who hasn't smelled it?

If you say this is a precious old broth, then no one can find fault with it.

Several neighbors even gave Zhou Feng a thumbs up: "Putting everything else aside, your soup is undeniably incredibly fragrant!"

"Absolutely! I was walking past the door this morning, and it really made my mouth water!"

"It smells so good, there must have been plenty of good ingredients in it! It would be such a waste to ruin this pot of broth! No wonder Zhou Feng was so anxious!"

...

Listening to the conversation in the courtyard, Zhou Feng's lips curled up slightly, and then he glanced at Sha Zhu.

"To be honest, this soup used quite a lot of ingredients, but the price is secondary; the main thing is the meticulous preparation. If you'd like to try it, I can easily give you a bowl. Why bring the whole pot?"

Sha Zhu was stunned. He looked around and realized that everyone in the hospital was staring at him. His face immediately turned a deep purplish-red.

"Why are you all staring at me? Me, a chef, would I steal someone else's soup?"