Chapter 110 Recipe

Lu Xiaohui forced herself to walk over.

With a clatter of the abacus beads, the accounts were settled. The money Liu Xiangyang gave to the Shen family, in small change, totaled a whopping fifteen yuan!

Even Liu Xiangyang himself was startled.

The family was worried about a ten-yuan debt a while ago, but he, on the other hand, gave his wife's family so much money as a filial offering.

Thinking about how he had previously tried to cheat his family out of money to give to his brother-in-law as a share of the profits, Liu Xiangyang was so angry that he raised his hand and slapped himself several times.

"I'm a complete bastard!"

The onlookers were even more astonished.

These days, which son-in-law can afford to give so much money to his wife's family? The Liu family must have given a generous dowry when they got married, right?

Aunt Zhou closed the ledger and looked at Shen Hongmei: "Shen Hongmei, tell me, how much does the Liu family still owe you?"

Shen Hongmei was speechless for a moment and lowered her head.

Zhang Xiuying stepped forward and said coldly, "When I sent you back, Xiangyang gave you half of his food rations. I also bought the clothes you're wearing. Tell me, what does the Liu family still owe you? Let's settle everything today."

Shen Hongmei broke out in a cold sweat, her mind buzzing.

Although she moved things back little by little each time, she never calculated the total cost.

She gave so much to her parents, but they not only didn't treat her well, they were never satisfied, like a bottomless pit.

Thinking of this, Shen Hongmei suddenly froze.

No matter how much you give, you're never satisfied... Isn't this exactly like myself before I got divorced?

Shen Hongmei looked up at Zhang Xiuying and Liu Zhixia in astonishment.

"I...the Liu family owes me nothing anymore..."

As she spoke, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

"mother!"

Da Bao ran over and gently tugged at her clothes.

Looking at the child's innocent face, Shen Hongmei suddenly stood up.

She is now completely unable to face her son.

"I don't want it anymore! I'm going home!"

Shen Hongmei broke free from the child's hand, lowered her head, and ran out in shame.

The main characters had all run away, and the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed.

Aunt Zhou returned the account book to Liu Xiangyang and sighed, "Take good care of your parents, and don't always use your own money to support those ungrateful wretches outside."

After saying that, she shouted at Lu Xiaohui, "Let's go! Have you finished with your own affairs? You're just watching other people's drama!"

Lu Xiaohui twitched her lips unhappily, revealing an ugly smile, and quickly left the Liu family with Aunt Zhou.

"Wait a moment!"

Liu Zhixia suddenly called out to the two of them.

She walked up to Lu Xiaohui and said sincerely, "Sister Xiaohui, what my sister-in-law stole today is very important to us. If you really know where it is, please tell us."

Lu Xiaohui concealed the joy in her eyes and pretended to be generous: "Don't worry, if I knew, I would definitely tell you."

Liu Zhixia keenly noticed that Lu Xiaohui subconsciously pinched her cuff while speaking.

It seems the item is right there.

After everyone had gone some distance, Liu Xuejun belatedly asked, "Mother, what exactly did my ex-sister-in-law steal?"

After Liu Xiangyang settled Da Bao in, Zhang Xiuying said in a deep voice, "Shen Hongmei asked Da Bao to help her steal our pickled vegetable recipe."

"What?!"

Liu Xiangyang exclaimed in surprise and rushed to Zhang Xiuying: "Then...the thing is missing?"

He then breathed a sigh of relief and chuckled foolishly, "It's alright, my little sister is still here anyway, I can just have her rewrite it, right?"

Liu Xuejun looked at him like he was an idiot: "Brother, are you out of your mind? If this thing gets out, anyone can make it, and then we won't be able to sell our pickled vegetables!"

"Varied……"

Liu Xiangyang's face turned deathly pale instantly, and he looked at Zhang Xiuying in horror.

Realizing what had happened, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face!

"Slap! Slap!"

Everyone was startled and quickly went to pull him back.

"Silly son, what are you doing?" Zhang Xiuying scolded irritably.

With red eyes and a choked voice, Liu Xiangyang asked, "Mother, has Shen Hongmei caused another disaster? Is our business going to fail?"

Zhang Xiuying couldn't help but laugh: "Do you think your parents are stupid? Da Bao is only a few years old. How could he steal things in front of us old folks?"

She patted her son's hand, her face calm: "Don't worry, your little sister already wrote a fake one. What she stole was just a piece of waste paper."

Liu Zhixia smiled as she looked at Liu Xiangyang and comforted him, "Lu Xiaohui took that formula, so she definitely won't give it to my sister-in-law. I said that on purpose just now to set a trap for her."

Liu Xiangyang then stopped crying and started laughing, scratching his head and grinning foolishly: "So that's how it is! It's all thanks to Mom and my little sister's cleverness! Lu Xiaohui will definitely try to steal our business when she takes it back. When she makes something that doesn't look like anything else, hehe, she'll be crying!"

The thought of Lu Xiaohui making a bunch of culinary disasters following a fake recipe made Liu Xiangyang and Liu Xuejun exchange a glance and burst out laughing.

Zhang Xiuying sighed helplessly, her face full of disappointment: "How could I have given birth to two such stupid sons! Who did they take after?"

Liu Shouren looked bewildered: "What's wrong? Wasn't it supposed to be funny?"

Liu Zhixia chuckled: "Dad! Anyone who cooks regularly can tell at a glance that it's a fake recipe. Who would be stupid enough to spend money and effort to actually make it?"

The three men were taken aback for a moment, then suddenly realized what was going on and chuckled again.

Lu Xiaohui happily took the recipe home.

Just as she was about to enter the house, Shen Hongmei darted out from the side like a ghost and grabbed her.

"Xiao Hui, thank you so much for today. Please return my things."

Lu Xiaohui feigned ignorance: "Sister Hongmei, what are you talking about? We didn't find anything during the search, how could the stuff be with me?"

Shen Hongmei glared at her: "Stop pretending! I saw you stuff it in your sleeve! It's nothing valuable, it's just that it's important to me."

Lu Xiaohui narrowed her eyes: "Really? Since it's worthless, at least tell me what it is, okay? I did help you out after all."

Shen Hongmei sighed, "It's Liu Zhixia's pickled vegetable recipe! My mother craves it, and I want to show off. Dear sister, please give it to me. I get beaten every day in the Shen family, and this is how I turn my life around."

Lu Xiaohui's eyes darted around, and she smiled: "Oh, I see. Then I won't tease you anymore, here you go."

She took a slip of paper from her sleeve and handed it over.

Shen Hongmei glanced at it hastily, saw some words on it, but didn't look at them carefully before quickly putting it away.

"Thanks, little sister! I'll treat you to something nice sometime! I'm off now!"

Watching Shen Hongmei's hurried departure, Lu Xiaohui's smile vanished, and she spat out a word of disdain:

"You? You're treating me to a good meal? Once you leave the Liu family, you'd probably be fighting over swill to drink!"

She smirked smugly and pulled another slip of paper from her pocket.

"What an idiot! He can't even read, yet he tries to steal recipes! He treats a scribble like a treasure!"

Lu Xiaohui spread out the note in her hand with satisfaction, looking at the crooked handwriting on it, and smiled in a particularly sinister way.

"This is the real treasure!"