Chapter 317 Song Xiangwu tasted hell on earth

Song Xiangwu stood there stamping her feet, trying hard not to faint from the cold. She cupped her hands to her lips and blew on them, and the gas from her mouth condensed into white mist in the air.

This damn girl is really good at torturing people.

Shen Xingjiang and Cheng Shiguan were blind, so they treated her as a treasure.

Song Xiangwu was secretly criticizing Jiang Wanwan in her heart, but before she could finish her curse, a gust of cold wind blew through her clothes, making her shiver continuously. She didn't have the energy to curse anymore.

After waiting for another ten minutes, Song Xiangwu became impatient. She thought for a moment and decided, damn it, let's talk about it tomorrow. She couldn't really freeze to death here.

"Wanwan, I'm going back first. I'll come to see you another day."

The door opened from the inside and Jiang Wanwan came out wearing a coat. She was very warm in the room. She sat by the stove and read a book. The coal was burning so hot that her forehead was sweating.

The little face is rosy and looks very comfortable.

Jiang Wanwan deliberately raised her eyebrows and asked, "Why, I just wanted to give you a chance to talk to me, and you're leaving now?"

"It seems that you don't take me seriously. You came to see me with things, just for fun."

Song Xiangwu almost vomited blood. The damn girl left her out in the open, and now she had the nerve to say it was just a casual act.

Look at the sweat on her head and her red face. How come she isn't dying of the heat?

Song Xiangwu walked stiffly to the stone table and brought the things over, looking at Jiang Wanwan flatteringly: "Wanwan, look, mom bought you some delicious food, all your favorites."

Jiang Wanwan laughed disdainfully and turned to walk towards the kitchen: "Come over here and talk."

Song Xiangwu thought that Jiang Wanwan was moved by her and was so kind that she prepared to prepare food for her.

I thought with disdain in my heart that she was just too naive and I could bribe her with just a few gifts.

When Jiang Wanwan and the others came back, Master Su Jiu brought over half a bag of rice and half a bag of noodles, as well as firewood, rice, oil, and salt. There was also a piece of meat, eggs, green onions, and other things at home.

Jiang Wanwan walked into the kitchen, looked at the cold pot and stove, smiled and said to Song Xiangwu: "I'm a little hungry, you cook something for me."

"Let's fry the eggs and stir-fry them with green onions. Oh, I love potato rice. Do you remember how to make it? It's my favorite. You won't refuse to make it for me, will you?"

After Jiang Wanwan finished speaking, she asked tentatively, "Hey, why do you look so unhappy? Are you not able to do it?"

"That shouldn't be the case. When I was a kid, I loved the potato rice you made. You should be able to make it, right?"

Jiang Wanwan looked at her with an inquiring look: "Don't tell me you can't?"

Speaking of potato rice, Song Xiangwu's face became as gloomy as water.

It seemed to bring back some bad memories.

"Who said I can't? I'll do it for you now."

Potato rice is not the kind of rice dumpling where you crush the potatoes and put steamed eggplants in them. Instead, you cut the potatoes and meat into pieces and put them in a pot to cook into a porridge. Soy sauce is also added to the potato rice as a condiment, and the color is a dark golden yellow. The potatoes and meat are stewed until soft and blend with the aroma of rice, and it is steaming hot.

Song Xiangwu hadn't worked for a long time, so she wasn't very skilled in holding a knife. She peeled two potatoes and cut them into small, even pieces easily.

After cutting the potatoes and meat, I cleaned up and prepared to light the fire and cook.

Song Xiangwu squatted down and used a match to light the unwanted pages of the torn notebook, and then lit the wood. Just as the wood was slowly burning, Jiang Wanwan walked behind her, looked at her quietly with her peach blossom eyes, then bent her knees and bumped her waist as if casually.

The outside of the stove was blackened by the fire. The flames ignited the small branches inside. The burning branches quickly ignited the wood inside. The fire suddenly ignited, and the temperature rose. It was too hot to stand even if you put your hands next to it.

Song Xiangwu endured the heat and tried to adjust the position of the branches. Jiang Wanwan saw her put her hand in a little bit and waited for the right moment -

The knee gave a strong push.

Song Xiangwu rushed over unexpectedly, and let out a short scream: "Ah!"

Her body leaned forward and her forehead hit the edge of the stove with a bang. Her hand was in even worse condition as it was stuck directly into the fire pit. The hot fire burned her hand with a sizzling sound. The thorns on the edge of the unburned wood pierced into her flesh, burning her heart and lungs and leaving her body completely pierced.

Song Xiangwu rolled on the ground and took her hand out: "My hand hurts!"

Jiang Wanwan's lips curled up in sarcasm. Taking advantage of the chaos, she picked up the bucket next to the water tank and poured it on Song Xiangwu's face and body.

It's minus ten degrees outside.

There is no honeycomb coal burning in the kitchen, which is not much better than outside. Cold water is placed in the kitchen, and there will be a layer of ice on the surface of the bucket when you wake up in the morning. At night, there are some broken ice chips in the bucket that Jiang Wanwan picked up.

Seeing Song Xiangwu rolling on the ground with her hands raised and covered in ice-cold water, Jiang Wanwan felt so happy in her heart.

She smiled and said with worry in her voice, "Mom!"

"Are you okay?"

Jiang Wanwan rushed over, grabbed Song Xiangwu's burned hand and pressed it down hard.

The blisters were squeezed and the wounds were more fatal. Song Xiangwu screamed: "Ah!!!"

Jiang Wanwan moved to another place with concern, but only moved to her hand where the splinter had pierced her. She pressed down hard again, and the splinter pierced deeper into the flesh. Song Xiangwu burst into tears, and her lipstick-painted mouth opened even wider: "What are you doing? Let me go, you bitch!"

"Did you do this on purpose? What exactly do you want to do, Jiang Wanwan?"

Song Xiangwu felt pain and cold, and experienced what hell on earth was like.

She could clearly feel Jiang Wanwan pushing her from behind. If it wasn't for Jiang Wanwan's hand, she wouldn't have been pushed into the fire pit. Pushing her into the fire pit would have been fine, but she also splashed cold water on her. She was already freezing to death outside, and then being splashed with such cold water, Song Xiangwu felt what it meant to make things worse.

Who would have thought...

That was not all. She even deliberately squeezed the blisters on her hands and stabbed the splinters into her hands. The pain and torture were indescribable.

It is hard to live, and it is also difficult to die.

Song Xiangwu was extremely frustrated and yelled at the top of her voice: "You must be a deliberate little bastard. You are angry that I favor Jiang Lian, and you torture me on purpose just because I give you some face. Jiang Wanwan, is your heart made of stone? I am your mother, why do you treat me like this?"

"Aren't you afraid that if you do something wrong, you will go to hell after you die?"

In the next room, Shen Xingjiang opened his eyes when he heard Song Xiangwu's screams, and confirmed that there was no scream from Jiang Wanwan, nor any sound of fighting, he was extremely sure.

His wife was venting her anger unilaterally.

Platoon Leader Shen closed his eyes silently and fell asleep again.

As long as Jiang Wanwan is fine, it has nothing to do with him if the rest of the people die.

Jiang Jun and Qin Botang also heard Song Xiangwu's heart-wrenching roar. When they rushed to the kitchen, they saw the wet floor. Song Xiangwu was lying on the floor, with smudges on her lipstick and eyebrow pencil, spreading all over her face like ghost paintings. She was baring her mouth and yelling and cursing.

Seeing Jiang Jun, Song Xiangwu smiled fiercely, her eyes full of triumph: "Jiang Jun, you have seen it, your good sister tortured me like this, she is a vicious person, her mind is full of calculations, cruel and vicious, now you can see clearly, she is the one who tortured me like this!"