Siheyuan's Silly Pillar has been replaced by someone else

It was around four o'clock when He Yuzhu left the steel mill, and he took his things directly back to the courtyard.

Arriving at the courtyard, Li Zhenjiang was preparing to go to school to pick up He Yushui and the other two girls. He was the only one who could handle this matter, as Xu Damao was not reliable at all.

He Yuzhu asked, and sure enough, the bastard had gone off to who knows where.

"Brother Zhuzi, Panpan and the others are about to finish school. I'll go pick them up first."

He Yuzhu said: "Be careful on the road. Tell them to eat braised pork at night and don't play outside."

Li Zhenjiang had seen the meat in He Yuzhu's hand a long time ago, and he knew that He Yuzhu would do this. Their family had eaten a lot of good food with He Yuzhu. This time they could enjoy a good meal again.

He Yuzhu turned his head and suddenly saw a person standing at the door, the front yard guard dog, Yan Bugui.

"Oh, Uncle Third, you scared me to death. Why are you here?"

Yan Bugui stared at the meat and wine in He Yuzhu's hand: "Zhuzi, why did you buy so much meat? If you can't finish it, it will go bad."

As he spoke, he licked his lips.

In this case, anyone who is not blind would know that Yan Bugui has started to calculate again.

He Yuzhu didn't want to be tricked by him, so he ignored his words and said, "You didn't go to work today, so you're not afraid of having your salary deducted."

Yan Bugui's patience was much better than Yi Zhonghai's. He could endure anything for the sake of calculation. If it was Yi Zhonghai, he would have turned hostile if he dared to answer him irrelevantly.

"I don't have classes this afternoon, so I came back a little early. Zhuzi, I just heard that you are going to make braised pork. Your third aunt's skill in making braised pork is unique in our courtyard. Let's try your third aunt's skill today."

If He Yuzhu had been sensible, he would have given the ten kilograms of meat to Yan Bugui, and then left it alone and went home to wait to taste the cooking skills of the third aunt.

As for how much braised pork can be made from the ten kilograms of meat when it reaches the Yan family, it all depends on how evil Yan Bugui's heart is.

According to Yi Zhonghai, regardless of the facts, the value would be reduced by half in Yan Bugui's hands.

He Yuzhu was a person who didn't know what to do: "Uncle San wants to make braised pork. That's too bad. So, I'll sell the meat to Uncle Xu's family, and then go to your house to eat the braised pork."

Yan Bugui was so focused on the meat that he didn't really listen to what He Yuzhu said. When he heard that He Yuzhu was going to his house to eat braised pork, he thought that He Yuzhu agreed to give him the meat.

He had already made up his mind. This time there was more meat, six people from the Yan family, plus He Yuzhu, that was seven people.

Each person gets half a pound of meat, and if three and a half pounds of meat are used up, there will be six and a half pounds of meat left.

As long as it is stored well, the remaining meat should be able to be kept for half a month.

For the next half month, the Yan family had meat to eat every day.

"I'll ask your third aunt to cook."

Yan Bugui stretched out his hand to take He Yuzhu's meat, but he also did not let go of the two bottles of wine.

He Yuzhu lifted his bicycle and dodged him: "What are you doing, robbery?"

Yan Bugui looked at He Yuzhu in confusion: "What do you mean by robbery? Didn't we just agree to give the meat to our family and let your third aunt make braised pork?"

He Yuzhu said with a snort: "Who told you that? You just said that your family cooked braised pork and invited me to dinner. How can you invite people to dinner and ask them to buy meat?"

Yan Bu's noble nose was crooked: "Who said I treated you? We can't even afford to eat, where would we get the money to treat you?"

He Yuzhu said: "I don't have money to treat you, why are you stopping me?"

Yan Bugui said, "I saw that you bought so much meat but don't know how to cook it. I'm worried that it will be wasted, so why don't you let my wife help you cook it?"

He Yuzhu laughed: "You are so shameless. I, He Yuzhu, have been cooking since elementary school, and you actually said I can't cook. Ask these men who come and go, whether their front teeth are about to fall out from laughing."

This is at the entrance of the courtyard, and there are many people coming and going to watch the fun.

After hearing what He Yuzhu said, some people who like to make jokes shouted, "Don't move, you're stepping on my front teeth."

There was laughter at the scene.

Yan Bugui's face darkened. He forgot that he was so excited when he heard about meat that he ran out of the yard. This time he was really embarrassed.

As a scholar, it is impossible for me to apologize. "Zhu Zi, who taught you to talk to your elders like this? I am doing this for your own good. Yes, you did learn to cook when you were a child, but you don't even look at your own situation.

I studied with your father for more than ten years, and with your master for four years, and now I am still an apprentice at Emei Hotel.

What does this mean?
It means you don’t have that talent.

I asked your third aunt to help you, is that wrong?"

He Yuzhu sneered and said, "Why don't you tell me? If I give you all this meat, how much will I have left?"

If you dare to say in front of the neighbors that you will only cook for me and will not ask me for payment, let alone withhold the meat from me, I will believe you. "

This is simply impossible.

In the courtyard, the three uncles could not cover up everything, let alone block the news in the courtyard.

People who live nearby are relatively familiar with the three uncles.

Everyone knows what kind of person Yan Bugui is.

Someone in the crowd shouted, "Zhu Zi, you are being too hard on me. Teacher Yan would taste every dung cart that passed by to see if it was salty. If he doesn't take away a bowl when he's cooking for you, is he still stingy?"

He Yuzhu said to Yan Bugui: "See? The public has sharp eyes. Don't bring out your little tricks and embarrass yourself.

Also, everyone should keep their eyes open. I took ten kilograms of meat to Old Yan's house, and only five kilograms were left. That's the blessing of the old man."

Everyone laughed happily.

Everyone nearby knows that there is a lot of fun in No. 95 Courtyard, but no one has the chance to see it with their own eyes.

After all, two seventh-level workers from the steel mill, a teacher, and a martyr's relative lived in Courtyard 95. Such a powerful lineup was not something they could afford to offend.

No matter what they thought, they didn't dare to go to the courtyard to watch the fun.

The corners of Yan Bugui's mouth twitched. He regretted running out to stop He Yuzhu. Helplessly, he could only leave in shame.

Seeing Yan Bugui leave, the crowd laughed even louder.

"Zhu Zi, why did you buy so much meat?"

He Yuzhu explained: "This is not cooking for a friend. Because my cooking skills are good, his friend is very satisfied. When I came back, he specially gave it to me."

"That's not right. Aren't you an apprentice? How good can your cooking skills be as an apprentice?"

Ever since he decided to work in the steel rolling mill, He Yuzhu knew that he couldn’t hide his cooking skills.

In fact, he didn't expect that he could keep it secret for so long.

Yi Zhonghai and his people were too self-righteous and never looked up to him. Every time he went to Emei Restaurant to cook, he would ask Lin Hao to help him. He spent a little money and thought he had heard some news.

If they had just used their brains, asked a few people, or asked the diners, they would have been able to find out the truth sooner.

"That was all so long ago. If I hadn't made any progress, I would have starved to death long ago."

Someone said, "Don't you have a master?"

He Yuzhu said: "My master did take care of me in the beginning. But he can't always take care of me like that. If it were you, would you take care of an apprentice like that?"

Everyone thought about it and agreed: "That's right. I have to take care of those disciples who are making progress. It's simply a mental disorder to always take care of the disciples who are not making progress."

Many people agreed with this statement, and the topic of discussion became master and apprentice.

As they were talking, someone thought of Jia Dongxu: "Don't tell me, there really are people who will always take care of useless apprentices."

"Who?"

"Master Yi from Yard 95. If I remember correctly, Jia Dongxu is still an apprentice!" (End of this chapter)