Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

Through the meal and communication, Zhang Dabiao deepened his relationship with several people. He invited Tanjia cuisine to show his strength a little bit, achieving the effect of treating guests. Because if you don't have strength, who would want to make friends with you? We are all adults, not classmates and comrades-in-arms.

He Yuzhu didn't drink too much today, but he felt awkward. It's not appropriate to say nothing, and it's even more inappropriate to say too much. During the meal, he had to check if there was tea or wine left for the leader and the guests. If necessary, he had to drink a glass for the leader. After a meal, He Yuzhu was the most tired, even more tired than cooking.

When Zhang Dabao came back from seeing off the guests, He Yuzhu had already packed up.

"Brother Zhuzi, aren't you enjoying your wine enough?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"How can I enjoy having dinner with Director Li? My name is just Shazhu, I'm not really stupid?" He Yuzhu said.

"That's true, but as the head chef of Tan's cuisine, you should have a seat. That's the rule," said Zhang Dabao. He thought to himself that there was nothing stupid about Shazhu from head to toe, and he was also very smart. His biggest problem was that he had low emotional intelligence and didn't know how to refuse others.

"This is the rule, but you don't have to go. I would rather drink with Jia Dongxu than with my boss. It's too uncomfortable," said He Yuzhu.

"This is why you are not a leader. If you were Liu Haizhong in the hospital, people would like to be with the leader every day," Zhang Dabao said and laughed.

"Yes, it's rare to find people who are obsessed with officials like the Second Master. Let's go, there is still a lot of mutton left, let's take it back," said He Yuzhu.

"Take it back and share it with Yu Shui. I won't need it. If I can't finish it, you can share it with me." Zhang Dabao drank the tea in the cup, stood up, went out with He Yuzhu, got on a motorcycle, and returned to Compound No. 95.

Today, the backyard of No. 95 Courtyard was very lively because Jia Dang of the Jia family had his first birthday, and the neighbors only found out in the evening. Now the Jia family has three workers, and Zhang Cuihua's brothers and sisters are all in the courtyard. The Jia family is the family with the greatest upward momentum in No. 95 Courtyard, so everyone in the neighborhood has expressed their gratitude. Some families sent two eggs, some sent two apples, and the Yan family in the front yard sent two pears, which were sent by Zhao Chunyan. The most generous gift was from Yi Zhonghai, who sent a new dress.

To express their gratitude to everyone, Zhang Lianhua and Qin Huairu made mutton offal soup and sent a large bowl to each family. Due to health reasons, Yi Zhonghai was unable to attend the first birthday party of his apprentice's daughter, so the Jia family specially sent extra food.

After dinner, Jia Dongxu took out the cake.

"Dongxu, what is this?" Zhang Cuihua saw that it was round and white and had never seen it before, so she asked her son.

"This is the birthday cake my seventh uncle prepared for Xiaodang. Jia Dang's name is on it," said Jia Dongxu, pointing to the words on the cake.

"I can't read. Can Xiaodang, who is so young, finish it?" Zhang Cuihua asked.

"Of course she can't finish it. This is prepared for her. She can eat a little, and we'll share the rest. Mom, my seventh uncle said he'll prepare one for your 80th birthday as well," said Jia Dongxu.

"When I reach eighty, Dabao should prepare one for me, Jia Dongxu. Zhang Dabao is just my younger brother. Why should he prepare one for me? Shouldn't you prepare it?" Zhang Cuihua discovered the problem.

"Where can I buy it? Just by listening to the name you can tell it is very high-end, specially used for birthdays. I have never even seen one of them," said Jia Dongxu.

"Now you have seen it, haven't you? I may not be able to live to be eighty. With a good son like you, how can I live to be eighty?" Zhang Cuihua was not satisfied with what her son said.

"Why can't you live? You can eat and sleep, and you will have a pension when you retire in a few years. The more you live, the more you earn." Jia Dongxu was telling the truth, but it was not what Zhang Cuihua wanted to hear.

"Jia Dongxu, you bastard, are you fucking talking like a human being?" Zhang Cuihua approached Jia Dongxu and started hitting him. As a result, Jia Dongxu was beaten in public by his mother again. He was beaten several times and was thrown out of the house.

Qin Huairu was the one who cut the cake. Everyone had a small piece and ate it all up. Jia Dongxu saw that there was less and less cake, so he ran back into the house.

"It's so delicious, I've never eaten anything so delicious before." Jia Dongxu was stunned after taking a bite, the taste was so great.

After the cake was divided, even the youngest Jia Jingshu cleaned the cream on the bowl, then let out a long sigh, "I'll eat it when my aunt is 80 years old."

Everyone laughed when they heard this, because Zhang Cuihua is only 47 years old this year, and it would be too long to wait until she is 80.

There were laughter and joy in the backyard, the middle yard was also peaceful, and the front yard was completely quiet. The atmosphere in the Yan family had been very strange in the past few days, with an indescribable feeling of depression.

"It's really meaningless for a little girl to celebrate her birthday." It has become a habit for Yang Ruihua to complain about the Jia family.

"She also has a birthday cake. I heard from Banggeng that it's delicious," Yan Jiedi said to her mother.

"What is a birthday cake?" Yang Ruihua asked.

"I haven't seen it, but Banggeng and Jingshu both said it was delicious. Jingshu never lies, so it must be really delicious," said Yan Jiedi with a look of satisfaction.

"What's the solution?" Yan Bugui asked.

"He was here just now. Should I call him over?" Yang Ruihua said.

"Call him over. This time I asked for a work position in the machine repair factory for him. The salary is 500 yuan. However, the salary can be higher after he starts working. It also depends on his work level. There are two exams a year. As long as he is not like Jia Dongxu, the 500 yuan will be back in two years." After Yan Bugui finished speaking, Yang Ruihua called his eldest son over.

"What? Machine repair shop? Isn't that in the countryside? I won't go," Yan Jiecheng looked unwilling.

"Jiecheng, you should go back to Shanxi tomorrow. That's our hometown. Your second uncle has no son. He wrote to you the day before yesterday, saying that he wanted to adopt one of you. It would be just right for you to go. He has a big yard at home and he also has a donkey. It would be easier for you to find a wife." Yan Bugui was now speechless to Yan Jiecheng.

"What do you mean? Adopt me as the second uncle? I won't go back. I'm the eldest son and I want to stay in the capital." Yan Jiecheng stood up and disagreed with Yan Bugui's statement.

Yan Bugui did not say anything, but stood up, picked up the broom from behind the door, and attacked Yan Jiecheng without any warning. Yan Jiecheng was also stunned, because it was very uncommon to beat children in the Yan family, let alone use weapons.