Chapter 92 I have a bad temper, don’t mess with me

The fishing nets in the hands of several aunts suddenly stopped, and their eyes turned to Su Tang.

The sea breeze blew past with a salty and fishy smell, and Su Yufen's smug sneer was like a thorn piercing her eardrum.

Su Tang bent down and picked up a sea urchin. The fingernail-sized spines shone coldly in the sunlight. "Aunt Zhang, is the ratio of tung oil to rosin correct when you mend the net? Uncle Wang said last time that it would make the net brittle."

She turned and smiled at the dazed middle-aged woman, as if she didn't hear the harsh words.

"Right, right."

Aunt Zhang answered subconsciously, and the shuttle in her hand began to shuttle back and forth again.

Su Tang squatted down and fiddled with the seaweed scattered on the reef with his fingertips.

"Look at this wild seaweed. Dry it, grind it into powder, and mix it into porridge. It's the most delicious. I have some dried tangerine peel at home. I'll bring some to you tomorrow. It's great for making fish soup to remove the fishy smell."

"real?"

Another old lady wearing a conical hat came over and stroked the seaweed with her calloused hands.

"My little grandson loves to drink seaweed soup."

Su Tang took out a piece of brown sugar from his canvas bag and said, "Grandma, try this. It tastes amazing with the kelp cake."

The women gathered around, and Su Yufen's face turned from red to blue. "What are you pretending to be? You're just trying to win people over with these rare things you brought from the city!"

She suddenly screamed, "Have you all forgotten? She said last time that our pickled fish smelled musty!"

"I did."

Su Tang stood up and brushed off the sand on his trouser legs.

"Last month, it rained for seven consecutive days, and the drying yard was so damp that the dried fish from twenty households went moldy. How could it not smell bad? But didn't I give everyone the mold-removing powder I brought?"

She glanced at the crowd and asked, "Aunt Wang, have you ever had any problems with your dried fish again?"

The woman whose name was called blushed and nodded.

Su Yufen dug her nails deep into her palms: "You, you just want to show off how many people there are in the city!"

"Show off?"

"Knowing a lot is called showing off. You said bad things about me, but I didn't say anything bad about you. Why don't you say I'm tolerant?"

Su Tang crossed his arms and looked at Su Yufen coldly: "Aunt, my father is sentimental, but I'm different. I have a bad temper, so don't mess with me."

After saying this, Su Tang walked closer to Su Yufen and said, "You really pissed me off, Auntie. I have that same temper too."

Such a light sentence is like a stone thrown into a stagnant pond.

The blush on Su Yufen's face, originally a mixture of anger and pride, disappeared completely in an instant.

Her eyes suddenly widened and she stared at Su Tang's fingers.

"What are you talking about?"

Su Tang lowered his voice and spoke slowly.

"My uncle probably doesn't know that my aunt married him because everyone in Shanghai knew that you were with a foreigner, right?"

"I even had three abortions for him."

Su Tang spoke in a very low voice, but every word pierced deep into Su Yufen's eardrum, paralyzing all her nerves in an instant.

These words exploded wildly in her mind, frightening her to death.

A chill rose up, instantly freezing her limbs and bones, even her fingertips were numb from the cold.

All the color drained from her face.

Su Yufen didn't even dare to look at the looks from the aunties around her.

They only saw Su Yufen suddenly freeze as if she had seen a ghost, her face pale, but they could not hear Su Tang's last mosquito-like threat.

“You…you…”

Su Yufen felt as if her throat was being strangled by an ice-cold hand. She wanted to scream and pounce on Su Tang and tear his mouth apart.

But his body seemed to be nailed to the spot, unable to move, and could only make broken breaths.

Su Tang looked at her calmly, his eyes cold and indifferent.

She didn't say another word, as if she had just brushed off a tiny bit of insignificant dust. She turned around and walked away briskly, the sea breeze lifting the corners of her clothes, and her posture was calm.

Su Yufen, however, seemed as if all her bones had been pulled out, and she stood there in a daze.

The huge fear overwhelmed her and almost suffocated her.

Su Tang knew, how could Su Tang know?

She actually knew about the dirty past that she had buried deep in her heart and thought had long since rotted in the mud of Shanghai.

That was a secret that she desperately wanted to erase and must not let Zhao Youcai know!

Especially on this conservative and isolated island, her husband Zhao Youcai is in charge of supplies. He is a well-known figure and he cares about face the most!

She couldn't imagine what would happen if Zhao Youcai found out!

Divorce? Beat her to death?

She shuddered all over and no longer cared about the inquiring looks and whispers around her. Like a broken ship stunned by the waves, she stumbled and rushed home, taking one deep step and one shallow step.

When she pushed open the gate, she almost rushed in.

In the main room, Zhao Youcai was holding the large enamel teacup with peeling paint, squinting his eyes and sipping strong tea slowly.

He was mulling over how to distribute the newly arrived goods in the warehouse that afternoon in a way that would appear both fair and authoritative. The sunlight streaming through the window shone on his slightly chubby face, a look of ease and contentment.

"Bang!"

Su Yufen bumped into the door frame and stumbled towards the low table, knocking over a small stool next to it, making a harsh noise.

"Ouch! You're courting death!"

Zhao Youcai was startled and his hand shook, causing some scalding hot tea to spill out, scalding him and causing him to hiss.

He looked at the tea stains on his clothes with heartache, his thick eyebrows furrowed.

"You're so flustered, have you lost your soul? Or did you lose again after gossiping with those old women?"

His tone was filled with the usual condescending impatience that came with being in charge of supplies.

Su Yufen fell to the ground, her heart beating so wildly that it seemed like it was going to jump out of her throat.

She raised her head and met Zhao Youcai's scrutinizing eyes, which were filled with a hint of displeasure at being disturbed.

This look usually makes her a little scared.

At this moment, when she was in a frightened state of mind, it was as sharp as a searchlight, as if it could penetrate her skin and flesh and see the bloody secret in her heart.

The huge fear made her lose the ability to think, and the words almost came out of her mouth.

She bit her lower lip hard, tasting a hint of blood, before swallowing back the words with all her strength.

But his face was frighteningly pale, his eyes were terrified, his lips were trembling, and he couldn't say a word.

"I'm asking you a question! Are you mute?"

Seeing her distraught and ghost-like appearance, Zhao Youcai felt even more impatient, but at the same time, he also felt a strange feeling.

Su Yufen was usually quite sharp-tongued, always cursing for a long time after losing an argument, but what was wrong with her today? It was as if she had been genuinely frightened.

"Nothing... nothing."

Su Yufen's voice was trembling, and she barely propped herself up, avoiding looking at Zhao Youcai.

"It's just...it's just that the sea breeze is so strong that I feel a little dizzy and I stumble...stumble a little."

She hurriedly tried to support the fallen stool, her fingers cold and stiff, her movements clumsy.

Zhao Youcai looked at her suspiciously. Her pale face, her evasive eyes, her abnormal silence and clumsiness...

Something is wrong, something is very wrong!