“I went to town this morning to buy some scraps of cloth, and I did see Widow Liu returning from town with Liu Chunniu. They were carrying two empty wooden buckets on their backs, and there was a slick of oil on the sides of the buckets!”

"Jinhua, how did you cook these snails? We're all from the same village, we can't just keep making a fortune all to ourselves."

"Yes, my son can't even eat vegetables anymore, he's always following me around asking for meat because of the smell of your meat all the time..."

Widow Liu paused, instinctively covering the wooden bucket beside her with her hand.

Why is this little girl from the Su family so difficult to deal with these days?

She only said one sentence, but this brat had a whole host of things to say waiting for her.

It also attracted the hatred of all the villagers.

It was as if he was getting revenge for asking her about her taste in snails that day!

"How to cook the snails is my Liu family's business! Why should I tell you? If your own children want to eat meat, go buy it yourselves!" The woman snorted coldly, her back straight.

Immediately, his nose twitched, and he stood on tiptoe to look at the carriage where Su Hua was. He saw two large basins of offal, and a cold sneer instantly appeared on his lips. "Hua girl, you failed in your snail business and are so poor that you can only eat stinky offal that dogs and cats would refuse?!"

Su Hua smiled and nodded, "Yes, yes, my family isn't like Aunt Liu's, who earns so much money every day that she can't spend it all and eats fish and meat at every meal. So we can only eat some cheap offal."

"What nonsense are you spouting?!" Widow Liu's smug expression stiffened slightly.

She only wanted to make a joke, but this brat always managed to steer the conversation back to herself.

That's right, her family came up with the idea of ​​making snails. They're not afraid of thieves stealing them, but they are afraid of thieves eyeing them.

Isn't the night before the Su family's house a perfect example?

However, in the blink of an eye, the old ox had already pulled the cart away and disappeared from sight, and the limping black horse also gradually disappeared on the path.

Widow Liu glared at the villagers surrounding her, then turned and plunged back into the river to collect snails.

To hell with teaching me how to stir-fry snails! Liu Jinhua isn't stupid!

Meanwhile, Su Hua, who had just returned to the end of the village, felt an extremely oppressive atmosphere in the courtyard as soon as she got out of the car.