Jiang Yao said angrily, "If you don't believe me, you can search my house. If you can't find anything..."

"Aunt Zhang, you have to compensate me with a bag of grain as an apology."

Everyone set off for Jiang Yao's house.

When they arrived at Jiang Yao's house, everyone looked at the high-end door lock and whispered among themselves.

"How many valuable things must Xiao Jiang's family have to have such an expensive door lock?"

Upon entering the house, one sees a destitute home with only a small amount of firewood piled up and a mere half-sack of grain.

Someone in the crowd said, "Damn, he's even poorer than me."

After being cleared of suspicion, Jiang Yao followed everyone to Old Zhang's house.

As soon as they arrived at Old Zhang's house, they heard voices inside: "Brother Xiao, you said you know someone here, where is that person? Why didn't you go to see her last night?"

Xiao Mu smiled wryly, thinking, "Sigh... I never thought I'd have to ask someone for help one day. I just haven't figured out how to ask yet."

As everyone entered Old Zhang's house, a fragrant aroma wafted from inside.

Someone remarked, "This meat smells delicious."

Upon hearing this, Aunt Zhang rushed inside as if she had gone mad.

Seeing the poached chicken on the table, Aunt Zhang's face turned ashen, and her eyes burned with hatred, as if she wanted to kill the chicken thief.

He shouted angrily, "Who, who, who stole my chicken?"

Aunt Zhang grabbed Xiao Mu by the collar and said, "Which bastard is it that tries to freeload off me?"

What? !

Whoever solicits whom!

Everyone squeezed through the door, looked at the people inside, the chicken on the table, and then at Aunt Zhang, scratching her head awkwardly.

Jiang Yao walked in and saw that everyone there was familiar. She touched her nose with a slight embarrassment.

When Shen Zhijie saw Jiang Yao, he quickly stopped her and asked her to help explain.