"I'm not lying, I just didn't smell it." Song's mother always remembered what her daughter said and refused to admit it to the death.

Wang Muxiang glared at her angrily, "I'm too lazy to waste time with a madwoman like you. Once I find the chicken soup, I'll definitely drag you to the brigade leader and squad leader to reason with them."

The reason she was so certain was because the hen had been stewed by Zhao Dongxue.

First, when I woke up this morning, I smelled the aroma of stewing chicken soup. Second, I heard from a neighbor that I vaguely saw her hen follow Zhao Dongxue into the yard.

"What nonsense are you spouting? I don't understand. Anyway, I didn't smell any chicken soup." Song's mother acted like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water.

In Wang Muxiang's eyes, Song's mother was just being unreasonable, which made her so angry that she pushed Song's mother away and said, "Get out of here."

Caught off guard, Song's mother was pushed aside.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Muxiang rushed towards the main room. Her family's hens were plump, and Zhao Dongxue and Song Yueying would definitely not be able to finish the stewed chicken soup.

Even if Zhao Dongxue and her daughter could eat more than pigs, they would still leave the chicken bones behind after finishing the chicken.

She was going to find evidence, and once she found it, she would see how Zhao Dongxue could still try to deny it.

"You damned Zhao Dongxue, you stole my chickens! You dare to steal my laying hens? When I find you, I'll beat you to death!" Wang Muxiang shouted as she rushed into the main room.

And then... I was dumbfounded.

In the center of the main room, Song Yueying sat at a square table, holding a strange, round, yellow object about the size of a palm, with patterns resembling a pumpkin.

The table was completely empty; there wasn't a single chicken feather, let alone chicken soup or bones.

But... but the house was filled with the rich aroma of chicken soup.

Judging from the smell, Wang Muxiang was certain that Zhao Dongxue and Song Yueying were eating chicken soup before she arrived.

Song's mother followed closely behind, chasing Wang Muxiang into the house. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the empty table. Luckily, her daughter was quick enough to hide everything on the table.

Seeing the strange thing her daughter was holding, Song's mother couldn't take her eyes off it with curiosity.

“Song Yueying, I really underestimated you.” Wang Muxiang walked up to Song Yueying, pointing at her with a trembling finger. “You’ve been trying to outsmart me.”

"You told your mother to stop me at the door, but you destroyed the evidence inside the house."

"Great! Very good, really great. You two have a brilliant plan."

Song Yueying didn't take Wang Muxiang's sarcasm seriously at all. She glanced at Wang Muxiang indifferently and didn't reply.

In the original owner's memories, Wang Muxiang and her two twin cousins ​​were just like that. Wang Muxiang took pleasure in bullying Song's mother, while the Song sisters bullied the original owner.

They truly are mother and daughter.

"Where's my hen? I know you've hidden my laying hen. Tell me right now, where did you hide it?" Wang Muxiang demanded sharply.

The table is so clean; they must have hidden the chicken soup and bones.

"Aunt." Song Yueying had just placed the pumpkin water glass on the table, and before she could even take it away, a hand reached out and snatched it away.

Seeing how much Song's mother loved it, Song Yueying looked away.

Slowly standing up, Song Yueying looked at Wang Muxiang and asked instead of answering, "You came here looking for chickens, but why did you come to my house looking for your chickens?"

Seeing Song Yueying's confused and innocent expression, Wang Muxiang was so angry that she wanted to slap her.

Taking a deep breath to suppress her surging anger, Wang Muxiang said angrily, "You ate my laying hen, and you dare to ask me why I came to your house looking for a chicken?"

"Don't you and your daughter know why I came to your house looking for chickens?"

"Of course we know, but I'm going to pretend we don't." Song Yueying said with a faint smile, "Sorry, we really don't know."

"How...how can she be so infuriating?" Wang Muxiang stared at Song Yueying in disbelief. Her face was still that annoying, foxy face, only her temperament had become calmer.

Not wanting to see Song Yueying's irritating expression, Wang Muxiang started searching the main room on her own.

Unfortunately, she was destined not to find it. The main room was so small, with only a few pieces of furniture. It was obvious at a glance that there was nowhere to hide anything.

Neither chicken soup nor chicken bones could be found, and the aroma of chicken soup in the main room gradually dissipated, as if it had never existed.

Wang Muxiang wanted to go inside to look for it, but Song Yueying stopped her.

As if she had caught Song Yueying red-handed, she questioned her, "Why are you stopping me? You're not letting me go inside to look for it because you feel guilty."

Song Yueying was too lazy to waste words with her. "Whatever you say, but I'm telling you this upfront: you can go inside to look for it, I definitely won't stop you."

"If you find us, you can do whatever you want with us."

"If you can't find it, you're just framing my daughter and me, and you're disrupting the unity of the group. I don't need your verbal apology, just pay me money."

Wang Muxiang cursed, "Song Yueying, you're dreaming! You and your daughter stole my chickens and ate them, and you expect me to pay you back? You're dreaming!"

She also wanted the mother and daughter to compensate her.

I just couldn't find the remaining chicken soup and chicken bones.

"Then you can forget about going inside." Song Yueying wouldn't budge an inch. "I'm only letting you into the main room because we're relatives."

"You little slut, you've gone too far! I'm your elder, how dare you talk to me like that? Your crazy mother didn't teach you how to be a decent human being, so I'll teach you!" Wang Muxiang reached out to hit Song Yueying.

"Wang Muxiang, I won't allow you to bully my daughter." Song's mother rushed over, knocked Wang Muxiang's hand away, and shielded her daughter behind her.

"You madwoman, what do you know about bullying? Get out of my way!" As usual, Wang Muxiang raised her hand to slap Song's mother's face.

Before the slap could land on Song's mother's face, Song Yueying gripped her wrist tightly. Seeing Song Yueying's stormy expression, a bad feeling inexplicably rose in her heart.

The next moment, Song Yueying gently twisted her wrist, and it snapped. A piercing pain shot through her, making her dizzy and speechless.

Song's mother quickly grabbed her daughter's hand and examined it from head to toe, "Does your hand hurt?"

"Don't worry, it doesn't hurt." Song Yueying smiled and shook her head.

"You, you... just you wait, I won't let this go." After uttering these harsh words, Wang Muxiang used her good hand to support her injured hand and ran out.

"I'll go out and see if she's really gone." With that, Song's mother immediately followed her out.

Song Yueying didn't stop her. After her mother left, she took out the chicken soup and boiled sweet potatoes that she had stored in the space experiment vehicle and put them on the table.

When Song's mother returned, she was stunned when she saw the things on the table, but didn't ask anything.

"Oh dear! Where did Xiao Qi go? Where did he go? Did he run away on his own?" Only then did Song's mother remember the person she and her daughter had found at the gate of their yard.

He searched the house frantically, his face filled with panic.