Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

At 5 a.m. on the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, Yi Zhonghai had already arrived at his original room.

The people living here now are Jia Dongxu and his wife.

The room was dimly lit by candles, and the lights were not on.

Several people were sitting around the eight-immortal table: Yi Zhonghai and his wife, Jia Dongxu and his wife, and Jia Zhangshi.

There was a stick over a meter long and as thick as an adult's arm standing by the door; this was going to be used to break Jia Dongxu's leg.

The old master has personally demonstrated and instructed me on how to apply the stick, guaranteeing that there will be no aftereffects after healing.

Jia Dongxu was not at peace. He smoked one cigarette after another, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead, which showed his nervousness.

"The time has come. You can all go back now. Come back when Dongxu screams in agony," Yi Zhonghai calmly instructed the group.

In truth, Yi Zhonghai was not at peace either, but things had already progressed to this point, so there was no room for maneuver.

Jia Zhangshi and Aunt Yi looked back every few steps, their eyes filled with worry.

Tong Jie, with tears in her eyes, begged to return to her own room.

"Dongxu, are you ready? Father is coming," Yi Zhonghai said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Jia Dongxu gritted his teeth:

"Father, come on, hit me hard with the stick, break it completely, don't let your son suffer any more."

Upon hearing his son's words, Yi Zhonghai smiled faintly.

"Dongxu, don't worry, your father has practiced it no less than a hundred times. I will definitely not let you suffer any more."

Upon hearing this, Jia Dongxu's face turned even paler. He had seen Yi Zhonghai practice before, and now that he mentioned it, he became quite nervous.

However, she didn't say anything more, lay down on the kang (a heated brick bed), and turned her head away from him.

Seeing this, Yi Zhonghai knew his son was ready and said softly:

"Dongxu, Dad will hit you with the stick when he counts to three, don't be afraid."

"Come on, Dad, I'm not afraid!" Jia Dongxu buried his head on the kang (a heated brick bed).

Yi Zhonghai positioned himself, pointed the stick at Jia Dongxu's calf, and then slowly raised it:

"Dongxu, Dad's starting."

"Drink...three!"

"Thud!" A muffled sound followed by Jia Dongxu's deliberate screams and cries of pain!

"Ah~"

Yi Zhonghai had no time to worry; he simply picked up his son and placed him at the front door, creating a crime scene.

To the outside world, they said that Jia Dongxu had broken his leg while going to the outhouse early in the morning.

After putting Jia Dongxu down, he rushed back to his house before the neighbors could react.

"Ah~ my legs, my legs, help!"

The first supporting character appeared: Tong Jie. She ran out and crouched beside her husband, frantically pleading for help.

"Help! Someone come quick!"

After a period of panic, the neighbors came forward to share their stories.

Seeing Jia Dongxu fall to the ground, clutching his leg and groaning in pain, his face showed great distress.

By the time Yi Zhonghai arrived, Jia Dongxu had already been helped into the house.

After another chaotic scene, Jia Dongxu was taken to the hospital.

Later that morning, the neighbors were all talking about Jia Dongxu's fall and injury in front of his house.

The situation is still unclear, and the neighbors don't know the condition of Jia Dongxu's left leg.

By the time I was about to go to work, the whole of Nanluoguxiang had heard about it.

Some people say that when you're down on your luck, even drinking cold water can cause you to choke.

This incident involving Jia Dongxu can only be considered a minor episode.

He broke it himself, it wasn't broken by someone hitting him, it's not big news.

Li Jiuzhou heard about this from Sha Zhu while he was having breakfast. The guy came over excitedly, seemingly quite happy, and even a little gloating, as if he didn't want things to get out of hand.

Just as Sha Zhu finished speaking, Li Jiuzhou received a system notification.

The system clearly and explicitly described the entire process of Jia Dongxu's leg breakage.

Li Jiuzhou was stunned. Could this really be done?

It's terrifying to think about, damn it!

Fortunately, he had previously come into contact with Secretary Nie and the abbot of Baiyun Temple, whose cultivation was so profound that they could cause the sky to collapse and the earth to sink with their golden hammers!

Purple Lightning, speaking of profound truth...

Now, hearing about Jia Dongxu's situation isn't surprising at all.

However, how can we allow you two, father and son, to exploit public resources?

You broke your own leg, and you still expect the factory to bail you out?

You've got all the benefits, damn it.

It's better that Li Jiuzhou didn't know; as a neighbor, he could at least feel sorry for him.

But now that he knows, this matter won't be so easily resolved.

Since Yi Zhonghai and the Jia family have come into contact with the experts at Baiyun Temple, Li Jiuzhou will have to put them on a leash.

So as to prevent them from using these people to cause trouble in the future.

If you haven't had any contact with them, that's fine, but once you have, you might encounter difficulties someday, or even develop the intention to harm them.

Li Jiuzhou didn't imagine the people at Baiyun Temple to be bad people, but one should always be on guard.

Li Jiuzhou respects capable people, but you can't act recklessly.

Damn it, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, we weren't allowed to have spirits, not even humans!

After being treated at the hospital, Jia Dongxu was found to have a fractured bone, but it was not broken; his lower leg was swollen very high.

Jia Dongxu needed three to five months of rest, so Yi Zhonghai quickly obtained his injury certificate from the hospital.

The certificate needs to be taken to the factory, and when the time comes, Jia Dongxu needs to be paid 80% of his usual salary.

Everyone in the fitter workshop knew about Jia Dongxu's broken leg, but after a few words, the matter was dropped.

What's so strange about that? Their workshop director, Yi Zhonghai, had his leg broken a while ago.

Compared to others, Jia Dongxu's situation is just bad luck, nothing serious.

You can rest at home and still get paid.

Yi Zhonghai thought this matter would be simple and could be easily approved, but the finance department sent him a message to the secretary's office.

Yi Zhonghai didn't think much of it, assuming that Jiuzhou was just asking out of concern.

"Knock knock knock".

"Enter."

"Secretary, you wanted to see me?" Yi Zhonghai greeted him respectfully, always using his official title when addressing someone in the workplace.

Li Jiuzhou doesn't need to be addressed with his surname because he's the top leader.

Deputys and the like must have surnames; that's the rule. Only by upholding the rules can one have a wider path in life.

If Li Jiuzhou takes the initiative to call him Uncle Yi, then Yi Zhonghai will also call him Jiuzhou.

The prerequisite is that Li Jiuzhou initiates the meeting first; otherwise, Yi Zhonghai will have to respectfully address him as Secretary.

Li Jiuzhou, puffing on his cigarette, glanced at Yi Zhonghai with a half-smile:

"Director Yi is here, please have a seat." He casually tossed him a cigarette.

"Thank you, Secretary." Yi Zhonghai sat down with a smile. Jiuzhou had already given him a cigarette, which meant it wasn't a big deal.

Li Jiuzhou feigned concern for his neighbor:

"Uncle Yi, I heard Dongxu broke his leg in front of his house this morning. Is it serious?"

After hearing this, Yi Zhonghai feigned a worried expression:

"Sigh, Dongxu has been having some bad luck lately. His leg isn't broken, just a fracture. The doctor said it will take three to five months to fully recover."

"I just processed his injury certificate, sigh..."

Li Jiuzhou secretly gave Yi Zhonghai a thumbs up in his heart; his acting skills were quite good.

If he hadn't known beforehand, he would have been fooled by this old man.

Li Jiuzhou didn't say anything after hearing this, but stared intently at Yi Zhonghai, his imposing aura growing stronger over time.

Yi Zhonghai felt a little short of breath and quickly lowered his head. Jiuzhou's gaze was too sharp, so sharp that he felt he had been seen through.