The wicked sister-in-law is in charge; meals include fish and shrimp.

Chapter 303 A person who is full is dizzy from eating charcoal

Wen Luozhi, standing at the courtyard gate, knew he was cooking from the sounds of pots and pans clattering inside.

However, she didn't hear the sound of stir-frying for a while, and apart from the aroma of rice, she didn't smell any other fragrances.

She rolled her eyes and raised her voice again, "Brother, isn't this rice in a wooden bucket delicious?"

Wen Zijin immediately understood what she meant, and vigorously fanned the steam into the yard. "The taste is wonderful, the sausage is fragrant and the rice is very chewy."

His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, but Wu Yazi inside could hear it clearly.

Wu Yazi stirred the porridge in the pot. In the past, he would have thought the rice was extremely fragrant.

But today, no matter what I do, I can't smell the aroma of rice.

After cooking the porridge, he ladled out a bowl and sat on a small stool to eat it. On the table was only a small plate of simple pickled radishes.

The only taste in my mouth was the faint sweetness of the rice porridge and the saltiness of the pickled radish; nothing else.

The aroma from outside the courtyard continued to waft in, so he simply stuffed his nose and buried his head in his porridge, slurping it down.

There was a knock on the courtyard gate. He put down his bowl and looked up to see Wen Luozhi and Wen Zijin eating outside his courtyard.

"What are you doing? I can't get hot water here."

Wu Yazi retorted, and he was indeed telling the truth.

Because he lives alone and finds it troublesome, he boils a large pot of water at a time and drinks it whenever he is thirsty, so he rarely has the opportunity to drink hot water.

Wen Zijing shook her head and bowed slightly. "It was truly inappropriate to dine at your doorstep. I have come to apologize."

"Mr. Wu, these are all our best products. Please accept them and forgive my brother and me for our ignorance."

Wen Luozhi's voice was crisp and clear. She tilted the object in her hand slightly to show Wu Yazi.

Wu Ya Zi didn't know what the brother and sister were holding, but he could smell the fragrance even from a distance.

He wanted to try it, but he was too proud to do so.

The brother and sister exchanged a glance, and Wen Zijin took the lead in carrying the things into the courtyard, with Wen Luozhi following behind him.

"I'm so sorry to have bothered you, Mr. Wu," Wen Luozhi said with a smile as she put down her things, then pulled Wen Zijin out of the courtyard to continue eating.

Wu Yazi glanced out of the courtyard gate, then turned his chopsticks toward the plate of boneless duck feet and then toward the pickled radishes.

No, no! If they find out, they'll laugh at me!

He silently recited the Heart-Cleansing Mantra in his mind, trying hard not to look at those strange and extremely tempting dishes.

Wen Zijin peeked inside and saw that he was still engrossed in drinking his porridge.

"No rush, Fifth Brother, he'll definitely eat it," Wen Luozhi said confidently.

Those things smelled so good, no normal person could resist them, let alone someone who had just seen them.

A bowl of porridge with only a pickled radish—no wonder it tastes bland!

Just as she had expected, Wu Ya Zi finally couldn't hold back anymore.

He glanced again at the gate to make sure no one was watching, then reached for the boneless duck feet with his chopsticks.

It's alright, it's alright, he just ate one to taste it.

It's harmless, it's harmless!

His eyes lit up as soon as the food entered his mouth.

The contents of my mouth were sour, crunchy, and slightly hot on my tongue.

The tangy broth immediately whetted his appetite, and he picked up the porridge and took a big gulp.

The aroma was still there, and he couldn't resist picking up another bite with his chopsticks.

Then came the small sausages, and then the braised beef...

By the time he finished the porridge he had cooked, the plate on the table was already empty.

His heart tightened, and he glanced one last time at the courtyard gate.

Hmm... The two siblings said they were apologizing to him.

Of course I have to apologize! Eating at the entrance of his courtyard disturbed his porridge-making process.

The brother and sister leaned against a big tree outside the courtyard gate, looking at the people who came to seek their teachers as if they were watching a spectacle.

Since they finished eating, three people have already been kicked out.

Everyone who left complained.

Several more were kicked out, and Wen Zijin turned to Wen Luozhi, "How about I give it a try?"

Wen Luozhi shook her head. "Fifth Brother, have you ever heard of spring drowsiness, summer fatigue, autumn lethargy, and winter hibernation?"

Before Wen Zijin could answer, she continued, "It's easiest to feel sleepy after a full meal, and I didn't hear any washing of dishes inside just now."

"Then someone went in, you understand what I mean, Fifth Brother?"

Feeling dizzy after a full meal is common, even for young people, let alone an elderly person over fifty.

Wen Luozhi winked playfully, exuding a clever and quick-witted air.

Wen Zijin pondered for a moment and nodded. "So what do we do next?"

Outside the courtyard gate, only the last person had gone in, but came out a short while later.

The man's face was ashen, and he muttered, "This strange old man is really hard to please."

Wen Luozhi stood up and stretched. Seeing several more people approaching, she said unhurriedly, "Let's go get a few things from the carriage."

On their way back, they encountered several more people, all of whom looked unhappy.

When they arrived at the courtyard gate, Wen Luozhi glanced at the folding chair in Wen Zijin's hand and the things she was holding in her arms.

She glanced discreetly into the courtyard and saw Wu Yazi sitting on a stool, looking rather unwell.

"Fifth Brother, it's our turn," she whispered, knocking on the courtyard gate.

Finally, someone was sensible enough to knock before entering someone else's house. Wu Ya Zi looked up and asked in a calm tone, "What is it now?"

Wen Luozhi grinned, revealing two small tiger teeth. "Mr. Wu, we have something to give you."

Wu Yazi snorted coldly, "I don't accept things from others. Let's go."

"No delivery!"

He turned around. Why did everyone think he was so vulgar? If giving gifts was enough, his dilapidated thatched hut probably wouldn't be big enough to hold them all.

Wen Luozhi, thick-skinned, walked up to him with a smile, unfolded the folding chair, and then laid out a soft goose down cushion.

"What are you doing? Didn't you hear what I said?" Wu Yazi said angrily.

Wen Zijin bowed and said softly, "Please don't be offended, sir. These are just some homemade things, not worth any money."

Wu Yazi raised an eyebrow, and Wen Luozhi pushed the folding chair towards him.

"The Master's teaching is arduous; this is how we show our respect to him."

As she spoke, she winked at Wen Zijin, who then said to Wu Yazi, "The stool is cold; why don't you try sitting in this chair, sir?"

Seeing that he was both extraordinary and humble, Wu Yazi, feeling obliged to accept the food, reluctantly agreed.

"Then I'll give it a try."

He stood up, and Wen Zijin quickly helped him sit down and thoughtfully adjusted the chair.

Now Wu Yazi was half-lying on the soft chair, and he felt his body relax a bit.

A soft blanket suddenly appeared on him, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Wen Luozhi smiling at him.

"The autumn wind is chilly; please carry something with you, sir."

Wu Yazi nodded in satisfaction. These two children are sensible!

"Sir, please rest for a while. I'll hold the door for you."

Wen Luozhi turned and walked outside, standing at the courtyard gate like a guardian deity.

Wen Zijin sat on a low stool and massaged Wu Yazi's legs. Wu Yazi secretly opened one eye to look at him.

Alright, alright, he'll just enjoy himself today and get some sleep first.