Chapter 90 Greed

The resting place is for stopping and resting. Everyone either eats dry food or cooks food in a pot. Cheng Weiyao usually chooses the latter, but this time she spent a little more thought on the selection of ingredients.

"Cheng Ming, do you like sweet food? Would you like some corn porridge to nourish yourself?"

Cheng Weiyao blinked, and Li Kui walked off with his tail between his legs, not taking either the mung beans or the millet. After all, Wen Chengming had picked them out bit by bit, so it would be a shame not to put them to good use. QQ Farm had recently harvested a batch of corn, perfect for making porridge!

As she thought of this, her mind moved and she moved a few corns from the farm warehouse into a small basket covered with cloth. She took out a knife and prepared to break the corn kernels.

"I like everything my sister-in-law makes. I'll help her break the corn kernels!"

Seeing this action, Wen Chengming immediately rolled up his sleeves to help, but breaking raw corn kernels by hand is not an easy task, and it is more convenient and quicker to use a knife. Cheng Weiyao was not at ease to let Wen Chengming use a knife, so she politely declined his help.

Wen Chengming's originally cheerful face instantly became quite deflated. Beggars should not eat food given out of pity. He did not help in any way, so why should he eat the meal cooked by his sister-in-law?

Cheng Weiyao had good intentions, but when she turned around and saw Wen Chengming's downcast little face, she immediately realized what he was thinking. It turned out that education must start from childhood. At such a young age, he is already a thoughtful little man.

"Cheng Ming, please do me a favor and soak the mung beans. After dinner, you can make some mung bean soup to cool down. It's hot and we must have been traveling so hard."

After hearing what Cheng Weiyao said, Wen Chengming immediately perked up, while the team of officials had been secretly paying attention to the movements in the Prince Qingping's Mansion. When Cheng Weiyao was about to boil water, someone had a bad idea.

"How about finding a reason to confiscate it? This little girl is well fed every day. Wen Liyu and Wen Chengming are both keeping her fair and tender. She doesn't look like an exile at all..."

"We're just police officers, and they're living such a comfortable life. It's really putting the cart before the horse. Why do I feel like we're living such a miserable life?!"

Li Kui felt awkward watching the harmonious scene. Cheng Weiyao's cooking skills were obvious to everyone along the way. Nothing was bad when it came out of the pot. The meat jerky in his hand instantly lost some of its flavor.

Wang Gang knew what his brothers were up to without even raising his eyes. They were simply jealous of the fact that a prisoner was living the life of a prisoner.

After all, the exiles who were escorted in the past were all merchants or ordinary people. Although they could not make as much money as these rich kids, they had a firm grasp on the prestige and dared not go west.

The exiles this time were of extraordinary backgrounds. Even though they were down and out, the temperament they had cultivated since childhood in a privileged family was not affected at all. In comparison, the brothers naturally felt a little uncomfortable.

Wang Gang did not express his opinion. The officers became more and more excited as they spoke, especially Li Kui, who almost wanted to stand up and rob him, but before he could get up, Wang Gang pulled him hard and he fell to the ground.

"That's about it. How long have you been looking for trouble? Wen Liyu and that little brat are easy to bully, but Wen Chengyun and Cheng Weiyao are not sheep-like."

Li Kui sat down unwillingly, but as soon as Wang Gang left, Chen Er quietly leaned over and started whispering in his ear: "Brother, your words are ambiguous. Where did the porridge come from? Wasn't it the millet you gave me in the beginning? How can this be called finding fault? This is clearly taking back what belongs to you!"

When Li Kui heard this, he suddenly got enlightened and slapped his thigh. Now he had a legitimate reason to stand up and walked over to ask for the things with a proud and confident look.

Cheng Weiyao had already cooked the porridge and was making mung bean soup.

The porridge, which had just been baked, was placed aside to cool. A sweet and hot steam floated in the air, dotted with golden corn kernels, making it look even softer, more sticky and sweeter.

She was just wondering, the bait was ready, could it be that these officers had changed their ways? They weren't falling for it, and the next second, Li Kui's voice exploded in her ears like heavenly music.

"Who told you to make porridge out of my millet?! Confiscate it! You're taking it on your own initiative! This is public grain, you can't eat it!"

Wen Chengming's eyebrows twitched. This Li Kui didn't come earlier or later, but just happened to come as soon as his sister-in-law had prepared the food. It was simply Sima Zhao's intention, and everyone knew it.

"Okay, it's true that we were in the wrong first, but we also provided the corn, so let's each take a step back and split it half and half."

Cheng Weiyao grabbed Wen Chengming's collar from behind, fearing that the little guy would get into a conflict with the rough guy Li Kui in a moment of impulse. She was also worried that these fish would not be greedy and would not bite the hook.

Li Kui's face lit up at first. He picked up one of the large pots of corn porridge and was about to leave, but before he even turned the corner, he glanced at Cheng Weiyao suspiciously. Is this woman so easy to talk to? Is there something poisonous in the porridge?

"Chengming, go get some porridge for Mom and Sister. It's almost ready..."

Cheng Weiyao didn't even move her eyebrows, and let Li Kui look at her openly. In order to eliminate his vigilance, she even took the initiative to let everyone in Qingping Palace eat first.

Although Li Kui was stupid, he had learned some tricks from being around a smart guy like Chen Er. He simply exchanged the pot in his hand with the pot that Wen Chengming wanted to use to hold the porridge.

Wen Chengming's face turned black. Not only was this guy mean, but he also thought that others were not good people.

"Go ahead, aren't all pots the same?"

Cheng Weiyao rubbed Wen Chengming's head to comfort him, and the mung bean soup was obviously ready to be served. The light green soup looked refreshing and heat-relief, and Li Kui's attention was immediately attracted to it.

The weather is getting warmer, and common people often cook mung bean soup, a common delicacy, at home. Since Cheng Weiyao is so easy to talk to today, why not take some of it? The most important thing is that the mung bean soup depends entirely on my bag of mung beans, so it's only right that I take it all away!

"Mung bean soup, right? It's well-cooked. Consider it a gift to us brothers. I'll be magnanimous and not hold you responsible..."

Li Kui coughed softly a few times, held the porridge in one hand and picked up the pot of mung bean soup in the other and walked back.

"Brother! This is clearly going too far!"

Wen Chengming ran to Wen Chengyun angrily to complain. Although he was young, he could see that only Wen Chengyun could deal with these lawless officials.

"Little brother, when you were reviewing your lessons these past few days, have you ever come across the line, 'A greedy snake swallows an elephant, and justice cannot be achieved without an otter sacrificing a fish?'"

Looking at Li Kui's receding figure, Wen Chengyun's mouth curled up slightly.