Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Madam Song calmed down instinctively. She only reacted when Second Aunt Ning disappeared. No, why did she feel at ease? She should have helped go to help Second Aunt Ning… right?

Madam Song, who had yet to realize that her daughter had subtly changed her, heaved a sigh of relief. She looked in the direction Second Aunt Ning had run off in and frowned. “Second Sister-in-law is too exaggerated.” There were only dozens of bees, but her cries sounded like she had poked a hornet’s nest.

Xiaoxiao didn’t expect that she only wanted to scare Second Aunt Ning and teach her a lesson, but the effect was so shocking. Unsurprisingly, she ran to the stove and reached out to the woodpile, pretending to take out the two pieces of meat she had just now put from her space.

Madam Song understood at a glance. “No, we’ve already eaten dinner. Keep it and we can eat slowly. We’ll have meat and fish for the next half a month.”

What? Xiaoxiao was shocked. This was too good at living. She swallowed her saliva and squeezed out a worried expression. She even sighed. “But mom, I think that Second Aunt is coming here often. I’m afraid this meat won’t be able to stay in our house for so long.”

Madam Song: … She felt that her daughter’s words made sense.

Seeing a chance, Xiaoxiao continued, “Mom, look. The person next door gave us such a big gift. I feel a little embarrassed to accept it just like that.”

Madam Song thought, “Why didn’t you think so when retrieving the meat just now?” But she continued to hear her talking.

“Shouldn’t we return the favor? They don’t look like people who can cook at home. Why don’t I cook this meat and give them settle their dinner?”

Her words seemed to make sense. Xiaoxiao tricked Madam Song. As Xiaoxiao spoke, she lit the stove again and picked up the kitchen knife to cut the meat into thin slices. She even waved her hand and arranged for her second brother to send a message next door to wait for delicious food. Fine, it was too late for Madam Song to stop her.

There were clear marble patterns on the sliced pork belly. It was obvious that the meat was of high quality. If this was a wild boar, it would probably be a lazy pig that could eat, sleep, and not exercise.

It was good to be a lazy pig. After processing, the meat would be fragrant and crispy. It was suitable for fat and thin, and the taste was the best.

She wrapped the blanched bamboo shoots in the meat slices, then skewered them with a bamboo stick and placed them on the pot. With a sizzling sound, oil was roasted out of the meat slices. When the bright red meat slices matured, they were brushed with the secret sauce, and the fragrance immediately spread.

Xiaoxiao took a bunch of meat when no one was paying attention and exchanged them for points. She made up her mind to use the rest of them as sacrifices.

The members of the Ning family, who were not full, to begin with, suddenly felt hungry. No one noticed that Xiaoxiao’s hands did not stop rolling the meat skewers. Only when the pot was filled did she shout, “Huh, I accidentally put too much. We can’t keep such good things. Why don’t we eat a few too?”

Madam Song looked hesitant, so Xiaoxiao guided her patiently. “Just a sip so that you can give me some suggestions. Don’t send the bad food to the neighbors, right?” Madam Song felt it made sense and nodded in agreement, but she also felt something was wrong.

Xiaoxiao did not give her any time to sort out her thoughts. She smiled and started to distribute the food. She only put it into her mouth when her parents and brothers had eaten. Occasionally, she would say, “It’s salty” or “It’s bland”. Instantly, there was only the sound of chewing in the room. Unknowingly, half a piece of meat had disappeared. Madam Song was shocked and stopped Xiaoxiao from continuing. This girl was careless.

After eating, Xiaoxiao looked at the remaining pork and licked her lips, unwilling to put down the knife.

No, she still felt uncomfortable. She was unwilling to believe that so many good things would only benefit the people from the old residence.

She thought and said, “Mom, shouldn’t we call a doctor for a follow-up checkup on dad’s injury? Also, we only have a few vegetable crops at home. This is a problem…”