My happy life in a courtyard house with triplets.

Chapter 116: Braised Pork for Flowers

Soon, Zhang Lei pushed his cart and carried the braised meat to the front yard of the courtyard house.

As soon as Yan Fugui arrived in the front yard, he smelled the aroma of braised pork while tending to the flowers. He looked up and saw the meat hanging on Zhang Lei's handlebars. His mouth watered instantly, and he quickly put down what he was doing and walked over to stop Zhang Lei.

Yan Fugui, with a smile on his face, leaned forward and asked, "Zhang Lei, what smells so good in your car?"

Zhang Lei looked at Yan Fugui and couldn't help but tease him, "Third Uncle, your nose is almost like a dog's nose. You could smell the braised meat I bought from this far away?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Fugui's face hardened, and he immediately scolded, "Go away, you're the one with a dog's nose! Can't you speak properly?"

Seeing that Yan Fugui was angry, Zhang Lei smiled and said, "Third Uncle, if you can guess where I bought this braised pork, how about I give you a braised chicken foot?"

Upon hearing Zhang Lei's words, Yan Fugui immediately perked up and asked earnestly, "Really?"

Zhang Lei nodded: "Really, don't you trust my character?"

Yan Fugui was relieved and said "Okay." Then he leaned closer to the braised meat, sniffed it carefully, and said confidently, "It's from Tianfuhao, isn't it?"

Zhang Lei looked at Yan Fugui in surprise and said, "Third Uncle, you still say you don't have a dog's nose? You can tell which braised meat it is just by smelling it."

Yan Fugui said smugly, "That's just who I am now, down on my luck. If I were young, I would eat braised pork from this shop every day."

Hearing Yan Fugui say this, Zhang Lei asked in confusion, "Third Uncle, what did you do when you were young? You had such good conditions, and you still ate every day."

Yan Fugui immediately realized he had let something slip and quickly laughed it off, saying, "No, no, I was just kidding. I used to frequent that shop, and I learned by smelling it so often."

Seeing that Yan Fugui didn't want to talk about it, Zhang Lei didn't press him further and said, "Alright, Uncle San, just for your nose, this braised chicken foot is worth it."

Yan Fugui took the braised chicken feet from Zhang Lei, his face immediately breaking into a smile again. He said, "Zhang Lei, you're having a double treat! Could you give your third uncle another braised chicken feet?"

Zhang Lei waved his hand and said, "Third Uncle, no need for that. I didn't have much braised meat to begin with."

But who is Yan Fugui? He's been shrewd and calculating his whole life, and his motto is "You won't go poor from eating or dressing, but you will if you don't plan ahead." He couldn't let Zhang Lei get away like that, so he immediately blocked the bicycle and said, "Zhang Lei, look, this chicken foot of yours only has four claws. There are six people in my family. If we divide it like this, there won't be enough claws for each person."

Zhang Lei was stunned when he heard this. He thought Yan Fugui was going to eat the chicken foot he gave him, but he didn't expect that Yan Fugui actually planned to divide it according to the "claws" on the chicken foot.

That's fucking amazing!

At this moment, Zhang Lei thought for a moment and suddenly noticed that there was a pot of lilies in the flowerpots that Yan Fugui was playing with. So he pointed to the pot of flowers and said, "Third Uncle, since you want to eat braised pork, it's not impossible. You can exchange it for the flowers. I want your pot of lilies."

Upon hearing Zhang Lei's request, Yan Fugui quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, how much does a braised chicken foot cost? It's nothing compared to my potted plant."

Zhang Lei looked at the flowers that Yan Fugui was treating like treasures, and then said, "Third Uncle, is there some special meaning behind these flowers?"

At this moment, Yan Fugui's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't say that the flowers were for giving as gifts or for making connections. So he said, "Zhang Lei, this is just my personal hobby. I enjoy tending to these flowers and plants to cultivate my mind. After all, I am a cultured person."

Zhang Lei didn't expose Yan Fugui's little scheme, and said, "How about this, I still have a pig's ear here, I'll share half with you, is that alright?"

Yan Fugui, hearing there was pig's ear, insisted on prying open Zhang Lei's bag of braised meat. What he saw made him exclaim, "Wow, Zhang Lei, you've got a braised pork hock! That's Tianfuhao's signature dish!"

Zhang Lei quickly stopped him, saying, "Hey, Uncle San, what are you doing? Are you trying to snatch it?"

Yan Fugui quickly pulled his hand back and said, "No, no, I just wanted to see what was inside."

Then Zhang Lei pretended to be angry and said, "Third Uncle, if you want to change it, then change it; if not, I'm leaving."

Yan Fugui thought for a moment and said, "Okay, okay, let's change it! Add a braised chicken foot and half a pig's ear."

Upon hearing his request, Zhang Lei thought for a moment and decided to let it go, since he liked that pot of lilies after all.

Without saying a word, Zhang Lei tore the pig's ear in half, handed one half to Yan Fugui, and then took out a braised chicken foot from the bag and stuffed it into his hand.

Holding half a pig's ear and a braised chicken foot, Yan Fugui was so happy he couldn't stop grinning. He thought to himself, "Great, I've got my meat for the whole month." Add to that his bottle of cheap liquor, which had already been diluted three times, and life was simply wonderful.

Seeing Yan Fugui's smug look, Zhang Lei didn't bother to waste any more words with him and simply pushed his cart to the front of Yan's house.

He parked his car, picked up the pot of lilies with one hand, and turned to leave.

Just then, Yan Fugui saw Zhang Lei really about to take the basin away, so he quickly chased after him, shouting loudly, "Zhang Lei, Zhang Lei, wait a minute, wait a minute!"

Zhang Lei stopped, turned around, and looked at him with a half-smile, saying, "Third Uncle, what's wrong? Are you trying to back out?"

Yan Fugui quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no."

Zhang Lei looked at him, puzzled, and asked, "Third Uncle, why did you call out to me?"

Yan Fugui pointed to the flowerpot in Zhang Lei's arms and said in a serious tone, "Zhang Lei, I can give you the flower, but you can keep the pot."

Hearing Yan Fugui's words, Zhang Lei's eyes widened instantly, and he said incredulously, "What? Third Uncle, are you kidding me? I just replaced your whole pot of flowers!"

Yan Fugui shook his head and said emphatically, "No, no, you just said you wanted my pot of lilies. You wanted the flowers, not the pot."

Zhang Lei was completely speechless. What kind of ingenious logic was this?!

He said angrily, "Hey, Uncle, are you playing word games with me? How am I supposed to plant flowers without a pot?"

Yan Fugui shook his head vigorously, saying, "I don't care, the money for the flowers is the money for the flowers, and the money for the pot is the money for the pot."

Hearing this, Zhang Lei laughed in anger. He gave Yan Fugui a thumbs-up and said, "Fine, Third Uncle, I give up..."

Originally, when Zhang Lei heard Yan Fugui say, "The money for the flowers is for the flowers, and the money for the pot is for the pot," he immediately wanted to put the flowers down and give up.

But when he looked over, he saw that Yan Fugui had already licked the half pig's ear.

Zhang Lei was truly willing to admit defeat. He took a deep breath and said to Yan Fugui, "I'll take this potted plant to my yard now, plant it there later, and then bring the pot back to you, how about that?"

Yan Fugui thought for a moment and said, "Okay, as long as you give me back the basin, you can do whatever you want with it."

Zhang Lei was so angry that he didn't look back, and carrying the flowers and pushing the cart, he headed home.

As Yan Fugui watched Zhang Lei's retreating figure, he smiled smugly: "Little brat, trying to mess with me?"