Yi Zhonghai's Siheyuan

When Yi Zhonghai returned home, he saw that it had started to drizzle, and he quickly asked Yan Bugui to open the door.

After returning home, he saw that his wife and children were asleep, so Yi Zhonghai fell asleep with them.

The next day, when I got up, I saw Sha Zhu holding a broom and sweeping the rain water at the door. The old ladies in the yard who didn't have to go to work today and were resting at home started to gather together and talk about Sha Zhu.

Aunt Li: "Look at that silly guy, he gets up early in the morning to clean the house. My husband sleeps all day long when he has a day off."

Aunt Liu: "That's right. The two most active people in our yard have now started to clean diligently. Xu Damao in our backyard also gets up early in the morning to cook and wash clothes diligently."

Yi Zhonghai felt that he couldn't listen any longer, otherwise he would not be able to fit in with the younger generation unless he did something.

Huang Yulan brought out a bowl of cornmeal porridge and a few white steamed buns from the kitchen. "Boss, it's time for breakfast."

Yi Zhonghai nodded in response. Sha Zhu had nothing to do today so he didn't have to go out to prepare for the big banquet and take a rare rest. Now that the quota had risen, the pressure was not that great.

When Sha Zhu got home, he started making pancakes. Yang Yuhuan carried He Ye into the kitchen and saw Sha Zhu and said, "Brother Zhu, He Ye likes to follow you."

Sha Zhu was naturally very happy, so he picked up the baby carrier and carried He Ye on his back, then gave He Ye a piece of winter melon strips for her to eat, and started to knead the dough.

Yang Yuhuan's evil plan succeeded and she smiled and asked her eldest son and second daughter to surround Sha Zhu. Sha Zhu was not annoyed because the rare parent-child time could not be ruined. It was really strange that the He family was a well-known daughter slave, and this was also the case with Sha Zhu's generation. Looking at He Xiao, Sha Zhu frowned. Fortunately, Yang Yuhuan liked her son.

Xu Damao rushed to Sha Zhu's house and said, "Sha Zhu, Sha Zhu, I have something to tell you."

Sha Zhu looked at Xu Damao and asked, "What's the matter? So urgent?"

Xu Damao: "I feel embarrassed to hang around in the office recently. The gossips of these old ladies almost drowned me out. They said I was henpecked and afraid of my wife! I, Xu Damao, am not afraid. I just respect my wife too much!"

When Sha Zhu heard this, he felt bitter. He had started the life of a househusband since he got married. But he was not as miserable as Xu Damao. If Xu Damao was not diligent, his brothers-in-law would help him.

Sha Zhu answered Xu Damao in a bad mood, "What can we do? Just bear with it!"

Xu Damao: "Help me make a portion of your pot stickers later. They look delicious to me."

Sha Zhu: "You can eat if you want, but bring your own dry food!"

Xu Damao clapped his hands and said, "I've prepared it a long time ago."

Sha Zhu started to add flour. When he opened the bag, he saw a lot of flour in it. He knew that it was extra and was the service fee Xu Damao gave him.

Xu Damao looked at He Ye and He Hua and said, "You two little ones, go and play with brother Duoduo and the others."

It’s strange to say, although Xu Damao and Sha Zhuge have been fighting with each other all their lives, their children get along quite well.

Comrade Li Fugui who lives in the front yard of the Siheyuan happened to get a piece of Niu Huanxi, which was sent by a relative in the countryside, and he was thinking about what to do with it.

When I was washing vegetables in the middle courtyard, I saw Sha Zhu and Xu Damao, and it immediately occurred to me that this cook should be able to handle it.

So Li Fugui whispered to Sha Zhu, "Sha Zhu, can you handle Niu Huanxi?"

Sha Zhu, who was talking to Xu Damao, paused and didn't hear clearly, so he said, "What Niu Huanxi?"

Li Fugui: "That's awesome, will you handle it?"

Shazhu scratched his head and thought, of course I know I’m awesome, but what does this mean?

Li Fugui whispered something in Shazhu's ear, and Shazhu was delighted and said, "Yes, what! Men also like this?"

Li Fugui: "It's good to go with wine. I'll bring it to you later and you can keep half for yourself." With that, Li Fugui ran home excitedly.

Xu Damao didn't know what the two of them were talking about. What was Niu Huanxi? What was so awesome!

Seeing Xu Damao's puzzled expression, Sha Zhu paused and said to Xu Damao, "It's a part of the cow."

When Xu Damao heard that there was beef to eat, he was so happy that he quickly said he would save a piece for himself.

Sha Zhu said he understood, and soon Li Fugui came running over from the front yard carrying Niu Huanxi, followed by Yan Bugui.

Yan Bugui was watching at the door, but he didn't expect to get a surprise. Li Fugui, who lived opposite him, was carrying a big bag of things to the central courtyard.

Li Fugui handed the things to Sha Zhu and said, "Sha Zhu, I'm counting on you."

Yan Bugui, who was standing by, stopped Li Fugui who was about to go back and said, "Old Li, what's in here?"

Li Fugui: "Hey, my relative gave me a piece of beef. Do you want to eat it? If you do, I'll give you some when Shazhu makes it."

When Yan Bugui heard this, he was overjoyed. He felt that he had gotten a good deal. As an intellectual, Yan Bugui naturally knew what Niu Huanxi was.

Sha Zhu quickly started to take care of Niu Huanxi by the sink. He felt embarrassed so he waited for the young wives next to him to finish washing the clothes before he carefully took them to wash.

After washing, he started to sharpen the knife and shave off some fat and grease, and was about to throw it away, while Yan Bugui took the bowl and prepared to take it back to make butter.

As soon as the spices are put into the pot, start blanching them, pour Erguotou on them, cover the lid and wait for them to cook.

While Sha Zhu was busy, Yi Zhonghai was watching Yan Bugui coming and going in the Intermediate Court, thinking that Yan Bugui was worthy of being called Old Stingy Yan.

Yi Zhonghai told his wife to close the windows and doors, and went to the front yard to see Yan Bugui boiling butter in a pot.

Yan Bugui carefully brought out a pot and started making butter at the gate of the yard.

At first, everyone was enjoying the food, but gradually they started to smell something wrong. The smell was too strong! It was simply overwhelming!

Everyone stepped back, even Yan Bugui himself was unable to lift the spatula due to the fuzziness. Yang Ruihua saw that his husband didn't even know how to make butter so he thought of doing it himself, but he was knocked upside down as soon as he stepped out of the door.

Yan Bugui shouted to Yan Jiefang, "Jiefang, put out the coal stove quickly! Quickly!"

The neighbors in the courtyard began to go home to collect their clothes, and rushed to Yan Bugui, cursing and demanding an explanation.

Sha Zhu was laughing foolishly beside him. Yi Zhonghai saw Sha Zhu and said, "Zhu Zi, why didn't you tell your uncle Yan about this technique?"

Sha Zhu smiled and said, "Uncle Yi, what skills can this thing have? The cow's piss is so sexy! Who would have thought that Yan Bugui would use this thing to make oil."

Yi Zhonghai couldn't help laughing. This silly Zhu was too mean. As he laughed, a gust of wind started to blow from the front yard to the back yard, filling the air with a coquettish smell wherever it went.

No one cared about watching the joke anymore, and now everyone was blowing the wind to the backyard when there was nothing going on in the front yard.