Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

After things calmed down, Qin Huairu didn't mind the mess and worked with Sha Zhu to prepare the pig intestines, showing a kind of harmonious husband-wife relationship.

At noon, Li Jiuzhou cooked stir-fried pork intestines, and it smelled amazing!

Qin Huairu was very restrained while eating; although she was drooling with desire, she remained very polite.

Li Jiuzhou nodded to himself. It's not that Qinhuai is as bad as it seems.

In the original story, Sha Zhu's house was completely emptied by his schemes.

It's not that Sha Zhu is so pitiful; there's always a reason why someone is pitiful.

People are inherently selfish, so it's normal for Qin Huai to favor his own children.

Li Jiuzhou had no problem with Qin Huairu; they could do whatever they wanted now.

Qin Huai did not return to her hometown that day, but instead stayed at her aunt's house.

Sha Zhu meant that she should stay in the city for a few more days, and he would accompany her around the city, and let her eat and drink some good food.

The next morning, after washing up, Li Jiuzhou went outside to buy some fried dough sticks and steamed buns. When he got to the shop, he saw two familiar faces.

They were Yan Bugui's two sons, the elder being Yan Jiecheng and the younger Yan Jiefang.

One was a little over ten years old, and the other was seven or eight.

The two boys were drinking soy milk and eating fried dough sticks at the stall. Goodness, they ordered more than ten fried dough sticks and started stuffing them into their mouths.

Li Jiuzhou didn't think much of it, packed it up, and went over to say hello.

"Let's call it 'Liberation,' then you two can eat it?"

Yan Jiecheng nearly choked with fright, quickly drank some soy milk to calm himself down, and breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing that the person was Li Jiuzhou. He then feigned composure and said:

"Oh, it's Brother Jiuzhou. Have you bought breakfast?"

"Good morning, Brother Jiuzhou." Yan Jiefang greeted him while eating a fried dough stick.

Li Jiuzhou patted Yan Jiefang's head and laughed:

"Yes, I just bought it. You two enjoy your meal. I'm heading back now."

"Okay, Brother Jiuzhou."

Li Jiuzhou was carrying fried dough sticks and soy milk back home when he entered the courtyard and saw Yan Bugui.

Yan Bugui was wiping the car as usual; it was his business. He smiled when he saw Li Jiuzhou carrying breakfast in.

"Jiuzhou, are you having fried dough sticks and soy milk again today?"

Li Jiuzhou shook the thing in his hand and laughed:

"I don't want to cook, I'll just eat whatever's available."

"You're having fried dough sticks and soy milk at home today too, right? Okay, I'm not talking to you anymore. Shanhe needs to go to school soon, I have to wake him up. Bye~"

Yan Bugui watched Li Jiuzhou's departing figure, somewhat bewildered, and muttered:

"Hey, we're having congee today, where did you get fried dough sticks and soy milk?"

"Didn't Jie Cheng and Jie Fang go to the outhouse? Why haven't they come back yet?"

Puzzled, Yan Bugui could only continue wiping his car.

Yan Jiecheng and his brother went home after eating and drinking their fill. Before entering the courtyard, they even went to the outhouse to get rid of the smell, leaving Yan Bugui with absolutely no clues.

Although Yan Jiefang didn't understand, he still did as instructed.

Yan Jiecheng was older, and he knew all too well how sensitive his father's nose was, so he had to be careful.

Yan Jiecheng instructed his younger brother:

"Jiefang, listen up. You must drink a bowl of porridge for breakfast later, and don't burp, or you'll give yourself away."

"Don't worry, brother, it'll be fine. There are only starving ghosts, not people who die from overeating!" Yan Jiefang patted his chest and assured him.

Yan Jiecheng laughed after hearing this:

"I believe you, I'll buy you candy when you go to school!"

"Just you wait and see!"

The two brothers actually gritted their teeth and finished a bowl of porridge during their meal.

"Dad, I'm full," Yan Jiecheng said, putting down his bowl.

"I'm full too," Yan Jiefang said, not wanting to be left behind.

Yan Bugui frowned and said slowly:

"As the saying goes, a full stomach reveals a good story. You two brothers can digest a bowl of porridge by the time you get to school, and there's still a long morning ahead of you."

"Honey, give them each another bowl."

Alright~

Yan Jiecheng felt utterly hopeless and had no choice but to comply.

At this time, Yan Bugui had no idea what saving was; he had money.

My son is at the age where he is growing, and one bowl of porridge is not enough; he must eat more.

At that moment, he didn't think much about anything; he simply did what a father should do.

So the two brothers gritted their teeth, finished another bowl of porridge, and then went to school with their schoolbags.

Back in his school days, Yan Jiecheng was quite the star, surrounded by a group of followers.

Because he's rich!

Upon hearing this news, Xu Damao, a junior high school student, immediately ran back to his elementary school to harass Yan Jiecheng.

Yan Jiecheng wasn't stingy; he gave Xu Damao some benefits to send him away.

After all, he needed Xu Damao, who was in junior high school, to take care of him, otherwise he would be bullied.

Just kidding, who doesn't have a few older brothers from junior high school helping them out when they're in elementary school? Those who know, know…

For several days in a row, the Yan brothers were enjoying immense prestige.

Even He Yushui was envious, because the two Yan brothers kept eating since they were going home from school together.

Of course, He Yushui got a piece of candy and was very happy.

He addressed the two brothers as "Brother Jiefang" and "Brother Jiefang" repeatedly, his words dripping with sweetness.

That evening, after He Yushui got home, she told Sha Zhu about it and asked him for some pocket money.

Sha Zhu didn't think there was anything wrong with it. It was normal for several children to share food, and he was quite happy that the children in the orphanage were united and friendly.

So he gave his younger sister, He Yushui, 10,000 yuan.

Ten thousand yuan is nothing to Sha Zhu now; he wouldn't even blink an eye at it.

He would have given his younger sister 100,000 yuan if she weren't still so young.

Like Li Jiuzhou's younger brother Shanhe, Shazhu would give him 50,000 or 100,000 as pocket money from time to time!

Li Shanhe wasn't allowed to refuse; if he dared to refuse, he'd get a beating. That's how domineering and arrogant he was...

Sha Zhu knew exactly how much he had earned following his senior brother, so they should try to get along better and better.

Li Jiuzhou knew about this, but he didn't say anything. It was just a small amount of money, nothing at all.

Li Jiuzhou had specially kept some money at home, and his second brother knew about it; he could take it whenever he needed it.

He trusted his second brother, Li Jiuzhou, completely, and never spent money recklessly; he used what he needed and avoided what he shouldn't.

The second brother took the initiative to buy many household items, saying that he wanted to lighten the burden on his elder brother by running errands.

Xu Damao has been living quite comfortably lately, with pocket money from his family and the extra income from robbing some younger students.

These past few days, Yan Jiecheng and his brother have been quite wealthy, which has made him quite comfortable.

Even a fool could tell that Yan Jiecheng's money was ill-gotten, but what did that have to do with him?

If Yan Jiecheng had this kind of money all the time, he would be more than happy if it came from illicit sources.

This is something that directly affects his interests.

Among the kids in this compound, who the hell doesn't know who?

Although the Yan family was not short of money, the Yan brothers, Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiecheng, would usually have some pocket money.

Xu Damao had previously seen that the most valuable money in Yan Jiecheng's pocket was only 10,000 yuan.

His mother still gave him the money to buy things.

Unlike now, where people are handing out 50,000 or 100,000 at a time, Xu Damao estimated that the Yan brothers had around 300,000 to 500,000 yuan on them.

Yan Bugui couldn't possibly be that generous; this money must have come from illegitimate sources!

As for where the money came from?

Xu Damao immediately guessed that it belonged to Yan Bugui and his wife; it was either stolen or stolen.

He had done the same thing before, and the consequence, naturally, was that his own father beat him half to death...

As for finding money?

Stop kidding, where are you going to find it?