Siheyuan: Sending the whole courtyard to jail at the beginning

After three rounds of wine and five dishes, the relationship between everyone and Old Peng became better and better. After all, Lin Beijun and Old Peng could at least be considered friends.

Men, there is nothing that can't be made good with a drink. If one drink doesn't work, then two or three drinks will do...

After getting to know each other better, Lin Beijun finally asked the question in his mind: "Mr. Peng, speaking of the successor of Tan's cuisine, a neighbor of mine in my courtyard also claims to be the successor of Tan's cuisine. Do you know him?"

"Oh? Also the heir of Tan's cuisine? Who is it? If he really is, then I will definitely know."

Hearing about his fellow disciples, Mr. Peng became interested. After all, the more successors there are, the more it means that Tan’s cuisine is being promoted.

"His name is He Yuzhu. He lives in the courtyard at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang. He is currently working as a chef in a canteen at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill."

"He Yuzhu?" Old Peng began to recall, but after a long time he could not remember such a person.

Mr. Peng shook his head and said slowly: "I don't remember such a person among the descendants of Tan's cuisine."

"His father's name is He Daqing. He was the one who taught his son Tan Jiacai. He used to be the chief chef at the steel mill."

"He Daqing, He Daqing..." Old Peng began to think. The name sounded familiar to him, but he couldn't remember who it was immediately.

After a while, Mr. Peng said, "I remember now. Yes, there was indeed a person named He Daqing among the descendants of Tan's cuisine. He was once my junior fellow apprentice."

But his tone seemed a little heavy, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

Lin Beijun heard the meaning behind the words. This word once had a lot of stories in it. Seeing that Mr. Peng seemed a little embarrassed, Lin Beijun comforted him, "Is there anything wrong with what you said? If it's inconvenient, let's not talk about it."

Mr. Peng shook his head and said, "I'm already this old, and so many years have passed. What's there to be embarrassed about?"

"He Daqing is my nephew, right? He became my apprentice when he was 14 years old. He was a good person at first. He was smart, studious, willing to endure hardships, and had good judgment. But his character was really not that good. He was too cunning. In order to please his teacher and learn real skills, he did a lot of immoral things. At that time, he even injured the hand of one of his fellow apprentices, and he became disabled for the rest of his life."

"My master kicked him out. Later, the boy became an apprentice to many famous chefs. In the end, his cooking skills were really good. However, for the sake of his future, he was willing to be a dog for the Japanese and cook for them. When we found out about this, the master was almost mad to death."

Lin Beijun was stunned. Well, this He Daqing was actually a traitor before? Did he leave the city and his hometown because he was afraid of being liquidated by the government?

And, what about running away with the young widow? Was it just an excuse? Don't say it, this is very possible.

"That means He Daqing and He Yuzhu are not considered the descendants of Tan's cuisine at all?"

"Humph, they are nothing. How can a person who was expelled from the sect and betrayed his master and ancestors be considered the heir of Tan's cuisine? Xiaolin, warn He Daqing and He Yuzhu. If they dare to use the identity of the heir of Tan's cuisine to cheat people outside again, be careful that we will deal with them!"

Seeing that Old Peng was about to spit fire, Lin Beijun hurriedly nodded and responded, "Don't worry, Old Peng, I will warn them about this when I get back. If they dare to say that they are the descendants of Tan's cuisine again, I will help you deal with them. A traitor and the son of a traitor, what kind of people are they?"

"Come on, Mr. Peng, let's drink. Let's not talk about those unhappy things."

"Well, come on, Xiaolin, let's have a toast."

On the other side, two families in the courtyard were drinking and chatting with each other.

The first family was the He family. He Yuzhu cooked four dishes: braised pig ears, shredded pork with radish, fried peanuts, and cold-mixed cabbage cores. They were all good dishes to go with wine. He Yuzhu, Yi Zhonghai, and Yan Bugui drank with gusto. They had already drunk two bottles of wine and were a little tipsy.

The other family is the Jia family. The two widows, one big and one small, of the Jia family actually got drunk together. Isn’t that strange?

Actually, it's nothing. Which woman in this era can't have a drink? It's just that the conditions are not good. It's hard to eat, let alone drink.

"Hey, Huairu, is today a special day? Why are there meat dishes and wine?"

As soon as they arrived at the dinner table, Jia Zhang was so happy that she was in a daze. Her family had not eaten meat for a long time, and today there was a plate of fried pork belly, a plate of peanuts and a bottle of wine on the table. This made her very excited, and even her tone couldn't help but improve.

"Haha, Mom, I just noticed that we haven't had meat for a while. I saw you complaining about it a few days ago. Today, Zhuzi happened to buy meat and wine, and when he saw me, he gave me some. Mom, shall we drink some today?"

Qin Huairu poured a glass of wine and handed it to her mother-in-law and said happily.

Smelling the mellow wine, Jia Zhang's craving for alcohol was instantly aroused, and she nodded continuously: "Okay, okay, Huairu, you are really great. Come, let's have a drink together."

As she said this, she picked up the wine glass and drank it herself without waiting for her daughter-in-law. Qin Huairu saw her mother-in-law's selfishness, but she was not angry. Instead, she happily filled her glass again and pretended to be surprised and said, "Mom, you can drink so much? You drank this cup of wine in one gulp?"

Jia Zhang picked up a piece of pork belly and ate it with a smacking sound. After hearing what her daughter-in-law said, she looked very proud: "This is nothing. Your mother-in-law could drink it when she was young."

"Then you should drink more today, mother-in-law. I can't drink much, so I'll drink less."

"Okay, okay, Huairu, you are so filial."

Jia Zhang's eyes almost narrowed with joy, and what was rare was that she even praised her daughter-in-law.

Qin Huairu was so happy that she thought to herself: "Just drink it, you old woman. It would be better if you drink until you die. You will know your mistake soon."

"Eh? Jingru, what are you drinking? You are a little girl, you are not allowed to drink alcohol, just eat vegetables."

Qin Huairu was encouraging her mother-in-law, but she saw her sister Qin Jingru next to her actually picked up her wine glass to drink. Qin Huairu quickly grabbed her and stopped her.

"Ah, sister, why can't I drink? My dad lets me drink at home." Qin Jingru pouted unhappily and said with a look of grievance.

Jia Zhang, who was standing by, was unhappy when she saw this. She said with a fierce face, "Why is a girl drinking wine? How can an unmarried girl like to drink?"

This is because the purpose was not achieved, so it is not good to say it too harshly, otherwise Jia Zhang would have scolded her long ago: "You are a freeloader, you don't pay for the food, you only eat white rice, and you want to drink, how can you be so shameless?"

Qin Huairu also glared at her sister in dissatisfaction, thinking: "Don't you know how expensive the wine is? There is only this bottle left at home. If you drink it too, how can I get my wife drunk? It's really annoying. You come here without paying for food and eat for free."

In this way, both families drank with relish. After a bottle of wine, Jia Zhang was already drunk and dozed off. Seeing this, Qin Huairu asked her sister to take the children to bed, while she diligently boiled water for her mother-in-law to take a bath and used soap for her to wash.

After taking a bath, she put on her mother-in-law's flowery dress and then took her to the cellar.

"Oh, are you drinking?" After taking care of her mother-in-law, Qin Huairu pretended to be a little drunk and came to He Yuzhu's house. In fact, she just came to see how Yi Zhonghai was drinking.

"Hey, Sister Qin, why are you here?" It is said that when one is well fed and well clothed, one will think about sex. After drinking, one will think about that even more. The moment he saw Qin Huairu, Sha Zhu's eyes widened and he almost went crazy with joy. What he and Yan Bugui didn't notice was that the old man Yi Zhonghai next to them had the same look in his eyes as Sha Zhu.

"Well, I just saw that your house was quite lively, so I came in to take a look. Did you three drink a lot? Is it enough? How about I go home and get you another bottle? I have some wine at home."

"No, no, that's enough. There's still half a bottle left."

Qin Huairu nodded, "Okay, you guys continue drinking. I'll go back first. Oh, my mother-in-law and I drank a lot today. I feel dizzy. I'll go back to sleep first."

"Haha, Sister Qin drank today too. I wonder why you feel a little dizzy. Okay, then go back and get some rest."

Yi Zhonghai smiled and gave Qin Huairu a look, and the latter nodded slightly and left.

After a few minutes, the He family's drinking party ended, and Yan Bugui and Yi Zhonghai both left.

A few minutes later, the door of Yi Zhonghai's house opened quietly, and a furtive figure walked out. Qin Huairu, who was hiding at the door, brightened her eyes and hurried out.

"Uncle." Qin Huairu called out softly. Yi Zhonghai was startled when he heard someone calling him. He was surprised and delighted when he saw that it was Qin Huairu. "Huairu, are you waiting for me here on purpose?"

"Haha, of course, uncle, did you bring the good stuff you said you would bring me?"

Qin Huairu asked with a drunken smile.

"Of course, your uncle always keeps his word. Here, here are ten catties of flour, ten catties of refined rice, one catty of meat, and 20 yuan."

As he spoke, Yi Zhonghai handed the things to Qin Huairu, and finally took out 20 yuan from his pocket. I don't know if he was drunk or it was dark and he couldn't see clearly, that was not 20 yuan? It was clearly 200 yuan, and the weight of the rice and flour was not right, obviously more than he said.

This made Qin Huairu so happy that she almost snatched it away.

"Uncle, go to the toilet and take a walk first. I'll take my things home and wait for you in the cellar."

"Oh, okay, okay, I'm going to pee now."

After saying that, Qin Huairu carried her things and walked towards her home without caring about Yi Zhonghai's reaction.

Yi Zhonghai was so happy when he heard it. He asked him to go to the toilet. Wasn't it just to let him empty his stomach? It would be better to wait for a while. What a greedy little devil.