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

Upon hearing this, everyone burst into laughter again.

When children are being disciplined at home, smart kids know that the louder they scream, the lighter their parents will be, or they will stop hitting them altogether.

Sha Zhu and his wife were joking around.

Everyone laughed.

Aunt Qi asked, "Zhu Zi, really?"

Sha Zhu repeatedly said, "Really? My wife and I were just joking."

Sha Zhu was somewhat clever; he knew how to save face for his wife and how to save face for himself.

Aunt Qi then asked Miya, who had her head down, "Miya, tell me, is that right?"

Miya looked up, her eyes a little red: "Yes, Auntie, he said he was researching a new dish. When I saw him pour so much oil in, I felt really bad. In my panic, I grabbed a stick."

Upon hearing this, many of the older people said, "That pillar deserved to be beaten."

"That's right, who would dare waste even a tiny bit of oil or food these days? Zhu Zi's wife did the right thing."

"If the man in my family dared to waste food, I'd chase him down with a kitchen knife and chop him up."

Everyone will side with Miya now.

When Sha Zhu heard everyone in the yard speaking in his wife's favor, he realized that he was about to be portrayed as someone who didn't cherish food.

He quickly stopped everyone and said, "Don't worry, don't worry."

Let me finish.

I already said I was researching new dishes. Everyone knows I cook in the cafeteria. I've been cooking for at least ten years now, since I was a child. You could say that even the oldest woman in our building, despite her age, probably doesn't use as much oil as I do. How could I not know how much oil I pour?

I'm researching how to make whole grains taste delicious.

As everyone knows, whole grains contain all sorts of things like grass roots and bran. So how do you make them taste good without adding too much oil?

Don't worry, everyone, I know what I'm doing.

It won't go to waste. I've already cooked it, so I can keep it for myself.

"The weather's not going to get worse; it's just a misunderstanding."

Upon hearing this, Miya realized that she had been too hasty and hadn't let Shazhu finish speaking.

When they saw that Sha Zhu had poured out so much oil and used so much coarse grain, they thought he was wasting it.

Thinking about the life of fleeing for a while, I panicked and didn't think much about it.

Miya tugged at Shazhu's sleeve and whispered, "Brother Zhu, I was wrong, I was too hasty."

Did I hit you? Does it hurt?

Everyone could tell that everything was alright just by looking at the young couple.

Everyone knows a little about Miya's experience. Besides, it's not wrong to feel sorry for the food, it's just that she was a little too hasty.

Sha Zhu's words make sense. He's been cooking for so long, and when it comes to oil, he's right. The old lady in the yard, despite her good family conditions and decades of cooking experience, hasn't used as much oil as Sha Zhu has in the past ten years.

After all, Sha Zhu cooks for the cafeteria, so he knows how much oil they use per meal.

One meal for someone might cost more than a family uses a year's worth of oil.

There's no comparison; naturally, I don't have as much experience as them.

Moreover, most ordinary housewives these days are really not very good cooks.

Because of a lack of oil, ingredients, and skills, how can one possibly compare to a professional chef?

Seeing that the two were alright, Yi Zhonghai stepped forward and said, "Alright, everyone, let's disperse."

It was a misunderstanding between the couple. Zhu Zi, Zhu Zi's wife, please be more careful next time. Communicate beforehand if there are any issues.

"Let's go, everyone's going back for dinner."

Seeing that everything was alright, the people in the courtyard went home in twos and threes. Some even whispered to the person next to them, "Zhuzi's wife seems pretty good. Has she trained before?"

Look, it can chase the pillar all over the yard.

Another person said, "Zhu Zi also practiced wrestling when he was young. He was just being kind to his wife and didn't fight back. Don't talk nonsense."

Another person said, "That's right, Zhu Zi is good. He's just being kind to his wife and deliberately doesn't fight back. I didn't expect that Zhu Zi, who used to be so reckless, is actually so loving towards his wife."

Everyone was speaking quite loudly, so the people standing at the Qi family's door naturally heard them.

Miya blushed and looked apologetic. Shazhu, a sycophant, whispered to his wife, "Honey, it's okay. Next time, just wait patiently for me to finish speaking. Then, if you want to hit or scold me, I will never fight back."

Yang Dalin couldn't bear to watch this sycophant showing off his affection, so he turned around and went home with Mili in his arms.

Qi Xiaoning and He Yushui exchanged a glance, not caring whether the two were showing affection or not. Qi Xiaoning walked straight up to Mi Ya and asked, "Sister-in-law, have you ever practiced martial arts?"

Miya loosened Shazhu's sleeve and said, "Yes, I learned some rural skills from my family before."

What's wrong?

When Sha Zhu heard that his wife had indeed trained, he realized why he had run so fast and taken so many hits. He hadn't admitted to being hit earlier because he wanted to save face for his wife.

However, my calves and back are burning with pain.

Sha Zhu, with a long face, said, "Wife, why haven't you mentioned this before?"

Miya put her hand on Qi Xiaoning's shoulder and said, "You didn't ask. I just trained with them for a few years when I was little. There are many families practicing martial arts in our area, didn't you know?"

Sha Zhu then remembered that his wife's hometown was Cang County in Hebei Province. Oh, that's a place famous for martial arts.

Many bodyguards and martial artists in Beijing came from there.

For example, Huo Yuanjia's ancestral home was Cang County, as were Wang Wu, the "Big Knife King," and Li Shuwen, the "Gun God," and so on.

Sha Zhu has heard all the stories of these people.

Sha Zhu watched as Qi Xiaoning and He Yushui, each with their own wife in their arms, went home first.

The three people were whispering to each other, but no one could tell what they were saying.

Sha Zhu watched his wife's retreating figure, feeling both happy and afraid.

He was happy because it seemed he had married a wife who was quite skilled in martial arts.

What I was afraid of was that I didn't think I could beat her. I ran fast enough, but I still took several hits. What if it was a knife or some other weapon?

I'm definitely already lying down.

How could it possibly be standing here intact?

It seems he'll have to be more obedient from now on. He married a wife, but he can't even beat her. What kind of situation is this?

It's not that Sha Zhu wants to beat his wife, it's just that there's a sword hanging over his head all the time, and it looks like things are going to be tough from now on.

Sha Zhu thought to himself, "As long as I'm honest enough and treat my wife well enough, everything should be fine, right?"

Trust my wife, she wouldn't hit herself like that.

Sha Zhu returned home with a heavy heart.

Then, inside the house, the wife was teaching her younger sister and Qi Xiaoning.

Sha Zhu asked, "Rain, what's going on here?"

He Yushui said, "Brother, starting today I'm going to learn martial arts from my sister-in-law."

"I won't be afraid of anyone bullying me anymore."

Miya chimed in, "Brother Zhu, Xiaoning and Yushui both want to learn a few moves."

I agreed.

Sha Zhu sat down and said, "This doesn't involve any of your family's secret techniques, does it?"

While correcting the two girls' movements, Miya said, "It's okay, you can teach everyone these things."

Besides, it's just about teaching some skills.

If the two of them really want to learn great skills, they need to keep up with the nutrition.

"The poor study literature, the rich study martial arts." Without sufficient nutrition and meat, the two of them could only learn some basic skills at most.