Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

The Yan brothers continued to squander their ill-gotten gains, showing no sign of restraint.

At school, Yan Bugui occasionally noticed his two sons surrounded by attendants, each holding snacks.

But he didn't take any of this to heart. His family was well-off, and he would occasionally give his two sons some pocket money.

It's just kids playing around, it's nothing serious.

For several days in a row, the two boys were very well-fed, eating very little and not asking their parents for pocket money.

This puzzled him a bit, and one night before going to bed, Yan Bugui suddenly asked his wife:

"Ruihua, have you given those two kids any money lately?"

"No, didn't you give it to me?" Yang Ruihua asked in return.

Yan Bugui frowned slightly:

"That's a bit strange. I've seen those two kids carrying a lot of snacks in their pockets and hands at school these past few days."

Yang Ruihua's mind was not on her two sons at all at this moment, and she said with a smile:

"Don't think about it anymore, maybe it was given to them by their classmates."

"Honey, it's been a while since we've plowed the fields. How about we get some exercise tonight?"

"Would you like to give Jiecheng a younger brother or sister?"

Yan Bugui was somewhat helpless upon hearing this, his lips twitching. Everyone says that women over thirty are like wolves and tigers, but his wife is more than just a tiger and a wolf; she can practically suck the dirt out of the ground!

Otherwise, how could he be so thin?

He was exploited by his wife!

Yan Bugui wanted to refuse, his voice tinged with hesitation:

"Didn't we just plow the fields the day before yesterday? Isn't that a bit too much?"

Yang Ruihua had anticipated his refusal, but she wasn't annoyed; a smile played on her lips.

"I've heard that many men don't like to cultivate their own land, so other men end up cultivating it for them."

"Honey, aren't you afraid someone will cultivate your land?"

Oh my god, Yang Ruihua's words directly exposed Yan Bugui's weakness!

This was a blatant threat. What could Yan Bugui do but cultivate the land? So, gritting his teeth, he negotiated terms:

"It's a deal, just one shot!"

Yang Ruihua punched him lightly and said with dissatisfaction:

"You think you can fool the foreign devils? One round isn't enough. Bring on as many as you want, I can handle it."

What could Yan Bugui do? He had no choice but to take action, otherwise he would regret it if someone else cultivated his land...

Yan Bugui woke up late in the morning, and Yang Ruihua didn't wake him up until breakfast was already prepared.

With a rosy complexion, Yang Ruihua joked:

"I only took a few more shots from you, and you look like you've been drained dry."

"Take some money with you later and buy some mutton after school this afternoon. I'll stew it for you to help you recover."

Yan Bugui was speechless. How many times has this happened?

But he didn't want to argue with his wife, after all, he had caused her a lot of trouble when he was younger.

What's this called? It's not that retribution won't come, it's just that the time hasn't arrived yet.

Hearing that he would be given stewed mutton to nourish himself that evening, Yan Bugui's mood improved somewhat, and he replied:

"Okay, I'll go to the market this afternoon."

At breakfast, Yan Jiecheng and his brother ate a little and said they were full, which made Yan Bugui, who was already in a bad mood, angry.

He shouted sternly:

"Eat two more bowls, or you won't get to eat anything at all in the future."

The two brothers had no choice but to grit their teeth and continue eating, under the threat of their father.

Yang Ruihua finished eating first, put down his bowl and said:

"Honey, I'll go get you the money."

"Um."

Yang Ruihua entered the room, went straight to the bedside, lifted the quilt, and saw a stack of money underneath.

This is their usual household money, not much, only three million. Their savings aren't kept here.

Yang Ruihua, as if possessed, took them out and counted them.

But no matter how I counted it, something didn't seem right; it looked like 50 was missing.

So, holding the money and filled with doubt, she left the room and returned to the living room, where she immediately asked:

"Honey, there wasn't enough. Did you take it and use it?"

Yan Bugui finished the porridge in his bowl, wiped his mouth, and said with a hint of smugness:

"You gave me 10 yuan for self-defense half a month ago, and I still have 10 yuan on me now."

"This self-defense is just too damn effective, hahaha..."

Yan Bugui himself laughed as he recounted this story.

It's not that he's frugal, it's that he simply can't afford to spend money. At school, he'd take advantage of any free cigarettes, alcohol, or tea he could get. Why waste money on that?

Seeing her husband laughing, Yang Ruihua also laughed, but after realizing what was happening, she couldn't laugh anymore, and her face turned somewhat anxious.

"Honey, something's not right!"

"You didn't take it, and I didn't take it either, so how come 50 is missing out of nowhere?"

"That's 50!"

"This..." Yan Bugui's smile also froze.

"Ruihua, are you sure? I really didn't take it. Are you sure you didn't spend it on something else?"

Yang Ruihua hurriedly replied:

"I remember every penny spent at home clearly. How could I have spent it recklessly? It's just that 50 is missing."

Yan Bugui immediately made the following arrangements:

"Let's go look again and try to unravel it. You two can help with that."

So the family of four returned to the room and searched it inside and out, but still couldn't find it.

Yang Ruihua was almost in tears.

Yan Bugui was also anxious; that was 50 yuan, more than a month's salary.

Who wouldn't feel heartbroken if they lost it!

Yan Bugui anxiously looked around, then glanced at his two sons and saw that they were both meek and silent, which made him feel uneasy.

A suspicion arose in my mind: Could it be that the two of them took it?

Recalling their extravagant spending during this period, Yan Bugui guessed that it was very likely that the two of them had taken the money.

So Yan Bugui asked calmly:

"Did you two see that '解' meant 'liberation'?"

Yan Jiecheng was already flustered, and his father's question made him even more flustered.

"No...no, Dad, I didn't see it."

"I didn't see it either," Yan Jiefang said.

Yan Bugui's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he shouted:

"Where do you two get the money to buy snacks? I don't remember your mom and I giving your family any pocket money lately!"

A loud shout made the two brothers turn pale with fright.

Yang Ruihua then realized what was happening and immediately began searching the two brothers.

The two brothers didn't dare to resist at all; Yan Jiecheng simply closed his eyes, looking utterly hopeless...

Yang Rui got angrier the more he rubbed the pockets and socks, and found a total of 38,500 yuan.

Yang Ruihua waved the money in front of the two brothers and said coldly:

"That's all? Anything else?"

Yan Jiecheng opened his eyes and slowly said:

That's all.

"What?"

Yan Bugui and Yang Ruihua were both stunned, and then a huge anger erupted from them.

Yang Ruihua roared in a hoarse voice:

"50 yuan just vanished like that?"

The two brothers trembled slightly, but still nodded.

"You two little bastards, you're really infuriating!" Yan Bugui said, then left the bedroom, grabbed a rolling pin from the kitchen, rushed back into the room, and slapped the two brothers' legs.

"Ah!" Screams erupted incessantly!

Yan Jiecheng tried to explain, but the couple wouldn't listen at all!

They are still grieving the loss of 50!

Yang Ruihua was even cheering from the sidelines:

"Boss, beat him! Beat him to death!"