The Life of a Son-in-Law in a Courtyard House

Yang Dalin and Shazhu understood Xu Damao's thoughts.

Xu Damao also learned of the two men's ill intentions towards Yan Laokou.

Sha Zhu made way for Xu Damao, and inevitably couldn't help but be sarcastic towards Xu Damao.

This was the first time the three of them had worked together.

He was carrying a large pot of cold dishwater, which contained only a little bit of brown sugar. A large brown sugar jar was lying there, but actually, Sha Zhu had poured out more than half of the brown sugar, so even though the jar looked overturned, there wasn't much brown sugar left in it.

Even if it were possible, it would only be a hundred or so pounds of cold water and a couple of ounces of brown sugar.

Three people carried a large pot of cold water, lifting it very steadily, afraid that not a drop of water would spill.

Some busybodies had already gone ahead to call out to Yan Bugui, and in the middle were three people carrying a large pot of cold water.

A lot of onlookers followed behind.

Yi Zhonghai smiled; he understood. Liu Haizhong, however, seemed not to understand and followed along.

Yi Zhonghai thought to himself, "It's a rare spectacle, let's go and see what's going on."

Yan Bugui had no idea why everyone was coming to his doorstep. He had just been hiding at home, preparing to dilute the porridge that his third son and youngest daughter had asked for, and then heat it up so that each of them could have a bowl.

He then heard several people calling his name from outside.

As soon as Yan Bugui stepped outside, he saw Yang Dalin and two others carrying a large iron pot toward his house.

I was overjoyed! They were preparing to bring me the rest of the porridge. Three people were carrying it. How much was in there?

This is what my family eats for a week.

Yan Bugui hurried over, but when he got to Sha Zhu, he saw that it was dishwater, which was a bit cloudy, but had some oil on it.

Yan Bugui's initial joy turned to utter confusion as he asked, "What's going on here?"

Before Yang Dalin could speak, Xu Damao quickly stepped in: "Teacher Yan, this is Dalinzi, helping Sha... no, helping Zhuzi wash the pot. Zhuzi asked him to help wash the sugar jar at home, but he slipped and poured in half a jar of brown sugar."

This is all brown sugar water. Look again, there's oil in the seafood porridge too. This is the first batch of water. We just added so much water, and before we even started washing the pot, the brown sugar was already sprinkled in.

We thought we couldn't waste it, and we know you're meticulous, so we said we'd bring it to you. The three of us carried it over to ask how it went.

Sha Zhu looked at Yan Bugui with some suspicion and said, "Teacher Yan, you won't mind that this is dishwater, will you? These days, which family hasn't drunk dishwater? When the workers eat, they pour some hot water into their lunchboxes after they finish eating, rinse it, and then drink it."

Don't even mention there was half a jar of brown sugar inside.

Yan Bugui quickly shook his head and said, "No, no, I'm not complaining about the dishwater. Everyone cherishes food these days, and we are no exception."

that is……"

Yan Bugui looked at the three of them together and had some doubts.

When did Xu Damao get involved with Sha Zhu? Yang Dalin is also in the group.

He was skeptical of the combination.

Among the other onlookers, some clever ones had already figured it out, so they started commotion, saying, "Hey, Da Linzi and the others are really good to Teacher Yan. Teacher Yan, would you like some? Send some over to my house, my family will take it."

Yan Bugui was still confused. He had gone home earlier because Yan Jiekuang had taken a large basin to distribute the porridge.

He didn't see what happened afterward, and he was afraid there might be a trap involved.

He was hesitating, but he couldn't bear to give away this big pot of water mixed with brown sugar and oil to someone else.

Seeing this, Yang Dalin quickly said, "Teacher Yan, I heard from Yan Laosan that you were feeling hot-tempered. I accidentally knocked over Brother Zhu's brown sugar jar, and half a jar of brown sugar spilled in. I thought I'd bring it over for you so you could drink some to cool down."

"I'm just trying to be helpful. You wouldn't mind the dishwater, would you? How about I give you a sip to try? If you don't think it's sweet, the three of us will give it to someone else. If you think it's sweet, then it's yours, how about that?"

Yan Bugui looked around and saw that everyone was looking at him, some even with smiles on their faces.

I don't know what others are laughing at, maybe they're just envious.

So he nodded: "How could that be? Even dishwater with oil stains is a good thing. Okay, I'll try a sip first."

Yang Dalin continued, "Then go home and get a bowl. Don't just give it to me with a spoon to taste it. Otherwise, if you don't want it, and then give it to someone else, they'll think it's unhygienic."

Yan Bugui thought this made sense and turned to get a bowl.

Yang Dalin had the two of them lift it up, took the ladle out of the pot, and then sprinkled a handful of brown sugar into the ladle with his other hand.

Fortunately, neither of them asked him where the brown sugar came from.

This caught many people's attention, and those with a low threshold for laughter already burst out laughing.

Then Yang Dalin scooped a spoonful of water into the spoon and stirred it with his finger.

Putting everything else aside, this spoonful is definitely sweet.

Yang Dalin did this with his back to the Yan family, and most of the people saw it.

The Yan family definitely won't see this.

Yan Bugui quickly brought over an empty bowl, and for some reason, some people laughed even more happily.

He handed the bowl to Yang Dalin, who then poured the water from the spoon into the bowl.

She added, "Teacher Yan, this is cold water, so it might not be that sweet. Maybe the brown sugar sank to the bottom. You can stir it more later, and it will be better."

Yan Bugui, unsuspecting, took a sip, and his brows immediately relaxed. Although it was a bit cold, it was not bad, quite sweet. He wondered if it would be even sweeter if the sugar inside was stirred more evenly.

Yan Bugui took another small sip. Yes, that's the taste! It's great! He poured the remaining water in the bowl back into the pot and said, "It's quite sweet. Thank you all so much. Please help me carry it inside and pour it into our basin."

The three people replied in unison, "Okay, Teacher Yan, we'll carry you inside right away."

Many of the onlookers were laughing uncontrollably.

The Yan family remained completely unaware.

Yan Bugui didn't care what everyone was laughing about at the moment; he just wanted to get the pot of brown sugar rinsing water into the bag as soon as possible.

The adults who had come to watch the spectacle laughed and left with the others, leaving behind a bunch of unsuspecting children who looked on with envy at Yan Bugui's family.

I don't know why Brother Dalin and his family gave a pot of brown sugar rinsing water to Old Man Yan's family.

The Yan family used a large basin, a large pot, and many empty bowls to fill the water.

Yan Bugui thoughtfully poured a spoonful of cold water into the pot, shook it, and left a little bit of the ginseng root.

Only then did they thank Yang Dalin and the other two repeatedly. The three of them carried the large pot to the central courtyard and finally couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably.

The three of them laughed for a while. Sha Zhu and Xu Damao looked at each other, stopped laughing, looked at each other again, and then turned their heads away.

Ignoring the mutual loathing between the two, Yang Dalin threw the spoon into the pot, rubbed his stomach which was aching from laughing, and said, "Alright, what's there for you two to fight about? You live in the same courtyard every day. Brother Zhu, give me the pot, I'll go wash it."

Sha Zhu said, "No need, I can do it myself. I can finish this kind of pot in no time. Why don't you go home for dinner? How about we get something together tonight?"