Courtyard House: Purchasing Agents' Comeback from the Great Famine

Chapter 181 Yi Jiayan is tossed around in the wok again, the helpless Jiayan family

Steel rolling mill.

Six o'clock in the afternoon.

After Qin Jingru finished cooking the last dish, she gave the remaining meat dishes to the other six people in the kitchen and then left the steel rolling mill.

Qin Jingru's actions moved everyone in the kitchen to tears of gratitude. They would never have dared to dream of such meat and vegetables before, but Qin Jingru's arrival in the kitchen brought them such great benefits.

At noon, Jia Dongxu, Yi Zhonghai, and Yan Jiecheng came to the third canteen for lunch again, and unsurprisingly, they were once again served food in the wok.

They thought that if they didn't get their food from Qin Jingru's serving window, they wouldn't be tossed around in the wok. But now, the kitchen staff have basically been bribed by Qin Jingru's food. Knowing that they don't get along with Qin Jingru, they're even more ruthless when it comes to tossing their food.

Qin Jingru returned to courtyard number 95 and entered the front yard, where she met Yan Fugui.

Yan Fugui merely glanced at Qin Jingru, gave a soft snort, and turned his head away.

Qin Jingru knew that Yan Jiecheng must have gone home to complain, which made Yan Fugui have a problem with her. However, she didn't care. He had strangled her old hen and wanted her to give Yan Jiecheng more food. How could he have such a good deal?

If Wang Feng hadn't told her not to worry about it, she would have given Yan Jiecheng a good beating. These were two old hens she had brought back from her parents' home, meant to nourish Wang Feng.

Qin Jingru didn't even say goodbye to Yan Fugui before pushing her bicycle toward the Intermediate People's Court.

Back in the house, after parking her bicycle, she saw two old hens in the coop.

"Brother Wang Feng, did you put those two old hens in the coop?" Qin Jingru asked.

Wang Feng smiled and nodded: "Yes, Jingru, these two chickens are still the same as before. You can feed them when you have time. If we go to stay in courtyard number 28, bring the chicken coop inside."

As he spoke, Wang Feng pulled Qin Jingru into the room and pointed to a small bell hanging under the desk.

"Jingru, I made a warning device at the entrance of the chicken coop. See this thin black line? As long as someone opens the chicken coop, this bell will ring, and we can go out to catch the thief. When you feed the chickens, remember to take the bell down and put it back in its place after you're done feeding them."

"Hehe, Brother Wang Feng, you're so mean, but I like it. This time, if Yan Jiecheng dares to come and strangle our chickens in the middle of the night, we'll definitely catch him," Qin Jingru said with a grin.

"Brother Wang Feng, please have some tea first, I'll go cook."

"Um."

In the evening, Qin Jingru made a dish of braised pork intestines and a dish of spicy and sour cabbage.

At the dinner table, Qin Jingru filled Wang Feng's bowl with rice and then burst out laughing.

"Hehe, Brother Wang Feng, Yi Zhonghai, Jia Dongxu, and Yan Jiecheng went to the third canteen for lunch again today."

"They thought they would be fine if they didn't get their food from my window, but Aunt Li was even more ruthless with her wok. All three of them ordered shredded potatoes, but Aunt Li tossed them so hard that there were only a dozen or so shredded potatoes left. She also gave them the smallest steamed buns."

Wang Feng smiled slightly and said, "Jingru, well done. Whenever they eat at the third canteen, give them a good wok turn."

"Yan Fugui just came to my door and asked me to tell you not to cook for Yan Jiecheng anymore. If you see Yan Jiecheng, give him extra food. I'll kick him out immediately."

Qin Jingru snorted and curled her lip in disdain: "Hmph, those Yan family members are dreaming. They strangled our old hen and expect me to give them more food? They're dreaming!"

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The front yard, the Yan family's house.

Yan Jiecheng ate two cornbreads, feeling only half full. He glanced at Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiekuang's bowls, which immediately alerted them, and they quickly ate the cornbreads in their bowls.

Yan Jiecheng sighed helplessly and said to Yan Fugui with a bitter face:

"Dad, I went to the third canteen for lunch today and got flipped in the wok again. What am I going to do? I do such heavy physical labor every day, and I'm so tired that my whole body is shaking. And then I get flipped in the wok again. I really can't take it anymore."

Yan Fugui's face darkened: "Jie Cheng, are you still getting your food from Jingru's window at noon today?"

Yan Jiecheng shook his head, looking miserable.

"Dad, I deliberately didn't go to Qin Jingru's window for lunch, but the auntie in the kitchen still tossed my food in the wok."

Yan Fugui sighed: "Jiecheng, I guess Qin Jingru has already spoken to the kitchen staff. This afternoon I went to see Wang Feng, but after only a few words, he kicked me out. I think Wang Feng and Jingru still suspect that you strangled his chicken, and this is their revenge."

Yan Jiecheng smiled wryly: "Dad, Qin Jingru not only cooked for me, she also cooked for Uncle Yi and Jia Dongxu."

"Um?"

Yan Fugui was somewhat surprised, then nodded in realization.

"Old Yi and Wang Feng don't get along, and the Jia family and Wang Feng's family don't have a good relationship either, so it's normal for them to be stir-frying for them."

"Dad, what should we do now? Qin Jingru keeps tossing the food in the wok, and I can't take it anymore," Yan Jiecheng said anxiously.

"Yes, Lao Yan, you have to think of something! Look at Jie Cheng, he's only been working for a few days and he's already lost a lot of weight. What will happen if this continues?" the third aunt said anxiously.

Yan Fugui sighed helplessly: "Jiecheng, I'm just an ordinary elementary school teacher, what can I do? If all else fails, you can walk a little further to eat at another cafeteria, or you can talk to the cafeteria manager."

"Just hang in there a little longer. Once Wang Feng and Jing Ru calm down and stop suspecting you, they probably won't flip your food anymore."

"Okay, then."

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The Intermediate People's Court, the Jia family.

After finishing his two cornbread buns, Jia Dongxu said helplessly to Qin Huairu, "Huairu, can you still talk to Jingru now?"

Qin Huairu put down the cornmeal porridge in her bowl and looked at Jia Dongxu with a puzzled expression, asking, "Dongxu, what's wrong?"

Jia Dongxu said with a wry smile, "Isn't Jingru now the head chef at the third canteen? I've been tossing the wok around in the last couple of days when I eat there."

Before Qin Huairu could speak, Jia Zhangshi was furious when she heard that Qin Jingru dared to stir-fry food for her son Dongxu.

With a loud bang.

Madam Jia slammed her hand on the table and shouted:

"Dongxu, you're telling me that Qin Jingru, that bitch, dared to flip the wok for you? She's really gone too far!"

"Let's go, we're going to that bastard Wang Feng's house right now. I'm going to teach that heartless bitch Qin Jingru a lesson she won't forget."

Jia Dongxu grabbed Jia Zhangshi and sighed helplessly:

"Mom, let's just forget about it. You dare to go and cause trouble for Wang Feng and Jingru now? Have you forgotten how they beat you before?"

Upon hearing this, Madam Jia Zhang quickly sat down and immediately fell silent.