Siheyuan: Rebirth of He Yuzhu, God of Cooking starts

Liu Haizhong is now not only the steward of the backyard, he is also the steward of the entire compound.

Xu Damao didn't want to get into trouble with Liu Haizhong.

Otherwise, with his temperament that any flaws in his bangs will be repaid, he will definitely have to give him some shoes to wear in the future.

If we can’t afford to offend, can we not afford to hide?

Xu Damao just lowered his head and walked forward.

"Da Mao, wait."

He Daqing suddenly called out to Xu Damao.

"Uncle He, did you call me something?"

Xu Damao turned his head reluctantly and asked patiently.

"Da Mao, your father is here. He just entered the hospital not long ago. You should go home and take a look."

"Perhaps your father has brought you something good?"

"By the way, I gave you this newspaper. Didn't you just promise Lao Liu that you would learn from our Zhuzi?"

"I'll give you the ready-made study materials for free. Take them quickly. You must learn from our Zhu Zhu."

He Daqing was very generous and gave the wrinkled newspaper to Xu Damao.

Xu Damao: "?"

Who the hell did I provoke?

He Daqing, you're still flirting with me, aren't you?

Liu Haizhong also said:

"Old He is so right."

"Da Mao, take this newspaper quickly, go home and study hard..."

"This time, Zhu Zhu, if your good deeds are published in the newspaper, you just need to follow Zhu Zhu's example and maybe you will be the one in the newspaper next time." Xu Damao almost pinched his nose and agreed.

Liu Dadu, thank you so much.

He suppressed the depression and anger in his heart and nodded.

Holding the folded and crumpled newspaper, he hurried into the compound.

He met Yan Jiecheng head-on.

A stench hit him head-on, almost suffocating Xu Damao.

"Yan Jiecheng, what does this smell like on you? Why is it so smelly? It could kill someone."

Xu Damao quickly covered his nose.

"Xu Damao, are you back from get off work?"

"It's nothing. It's from sweating. It smells like sweat."

"No, I'm just planning to go outside to take a bath and take a shower."

Yan Jiecheng laughed secretly in his heart.

Who can control Xu Damao when it comes to talking and doing things?

Only that monster He Yuzhu could control Xu Damao.

Unexpectedly, the smell of feces on his body today actually took a toll on Xu Damao, and Yan Jiecheng felt secretly happy.

"Xie Cheng, wait for me."

"Your father, I will personally accompany you to the bathhouse, 3.7, but you have to pay for it."

Yan Bugui chased him out with a towel and soap.

Xu Damao covered his nose and avoided the two people, letting them pass by.

After the two of them passed by, he heard what Yan Bugui said about "taking out shit" and "smelling like shit"...

"vomit--"

Xu Damao vomited on the spot.

I almost vomited the last night's meal.

What evil happened to me, Xu Damao, today?

At the entrance of the compound, He Daqing and Liu Haizhong were stunned.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Yan Jiecheng smelled the smell of manure again.

It made me vomit.

This compound is really unlivable. They are all bad people!

"Huairu, guess what I just saw in the front yard?"

"I saw that unfortunate guy Xu Damao vomiting in the front yard. It was so disgusting."

Mrs. Jia Zhang came back from going to the public toilet outside, frowning, covering her nose, and complained to Qin Huairu.

Qin Huairu was cooking when she heard from her mother-in-law that Xu Damao was vomiting in the front yard.

Qin Huairu asked with a smile: "Mom, what's going on? Could it be that Xu Damao drank fake wine? But it's not dinner time now."

Jia Zhang waved her hands repeatedly and explained:

"It looks like he was vomited by Yan Jiecheng."

"When I came back from the public restroom, I walked across from Yan Jiecheng, and I also let Yan Jiecheng get smoked."

"I heard Xu Damao curse and say something after he finished vomiting, and Yan Jiecheng went to take out the feces. I asked him why Yan Jiecheng smelled so bad?" "I guess Xu Damao asked Yan Jiecheng to vomit."

Hearing his mother-in-law's explanation, Qin Huairu didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Mom, please stop talking."

"I feel sick."

"It's true that Yan Jiecheng is there. There are so many odd jobs waiting for people to do them on the streets. Why would he go and dig out the excrement?"

"It seems that I will have to avoid Yan Jiecheng from now on."

Qin Huairu said with a smile.

"By the way Huairu, there is one more thing that makes me feel worried."

"Did you know? That old Bangzi from He Daqing was sitting at the door of the compound, showing off to the neighbors that his son Silly Zhu was in the newspaper." "This old Bangzi is really nothing."

"Isn't his son just in the newspaper? What's the big deal?"

"Looking at how rude he is, he doesn't even know what his last name is."

Mrs. Jia Zhang squinted her eyes, crossed her chest with her hands, and said coldly.

Qin Huairu's eyelids twitched wildly.

He Yuzhu is in the newspaper again... again?

Is he just out of luck?

Why is it in the newspaper every now and then?

Why does the newspaper office look like it is owned by his family?

Although Jia Dongxu's death was not directly related to He Yuzhu.

But after all, her man, Jia Dongxu, was trying to harm He Yuzhu because of his evil intentions.

As a result, I was distracted while working and was crushed to death by an iron lump at the scrap collection station.

But Qin Huairu secretly hated He Yuzhu in her heart.

That is He Yuzhu, who moved out of the compound and no longer lives in Luogu Lane.

Otherwise, Qin Huairu was determined to keep an eye on He Yuzhu every day and deliberately find He Yuzhu's pigtails.

In the past, when Jia Dongxu was alive, Qin Huairu couldn't feel anything.

But after Jia Dongxu died, Qin Huairu realized how difficult it was to be a widow.

Putting aside the psychological needs, the physical needs alone made Qin Huairu sleepless.

But she didn't dare to remarry. Her three children needed to be raised by her, and her evil mother-in-law needed her to support her in her old age.

Their family listened to He Yuzhu's words and blackmailed Yi Zhonghai for a large amount of money and deposited it in the bank.

Now, I can earn more than five yuan every month from the bank interest.

In addition, Qin Huairu took over Jia Dongxu's job and earned money working at the scrap collection station.

The Jia family's life was pretty good.

But, in the past few days.

Qin Huairu always dreams about He Yuzhu.

He obviously hated He Yuzhu deeply.

But I always dreamed about him.

The next day, the sheets had to be washed again.

This is a secret that only belongs to Qin Huairu.

There was no way to tell anyone else.

It’s really hard to talk about.

Could it be...that this is what is said in the legend, the depth of hatred and the intensity of love?

Qin Huairu didn't dare to think about it at all.

late at night.

No. 88 Qianmen Street.

A long absence is better than a new marriage.

He Yuzhu spent a lot of effort before Chen Xueru was satisfied and fell asleep sweetly.

The next day.

He Yuzhu got up early.

I bought fried dough sticks and bean juice from outside.

I went to the backyard first to deliver it to the old lady and Sister-in-law Wu.

I live on campus during rainy days and usually only come back on weekends.

Only the old lady and Mrs. Wu lived in the backyard, which seemed a bit deserted.

Fortunately, Sister-in-law Wu was very diligent and cleaned all the rooms in the backyard and the yard.