Chapter 106 Farewell Dinner
Hearing Lu Zhongping's cursing, he realized that he had run over someone.
He quickly rolled over and got up.
After he came to a stop, he realized that he was lying on top of Lu Zhongping.
This made things even more awkward, so he quickly took half a step back.
"I'm sorry, I didn't see you..."
He quickly stood up, fumbled around a few times, and finally managed to turn on the kitchen light.
As soon as the lights came on, Lu Zhongping immediately sat down on the ground and started cursing.
"What are you yelling about! Are you blind?! Who told you to lie next to the switch and block the way? You deserve to be stepped on!"
He rubbed his foot, which had been stepped on, and complained loudly to Lu Zhonghe.
Now that the lights are on and I can see it's Lu Zhonghe, my anger only intensifies.
In his view, this was the other party deliberately picking a fight.
Standing under the lamp, Lu Zhonghe felt a surge of anger as he looked at Lu Zhongping's self-righteous demeanor.
The last time they played cards in the village, Lu Zhongping beat him, and ever since then he's been bragging about it all the time.
Now even his words are barbed, giving off an air of "I'm better than you".
Lu Zhonghe pursed his lips, his expression gradually darkening.
He was the older brother and had always given in to his younger brother since they were little, but the younger brother not only didn't appreciate it, he became more and more arrogant.
Lu Zhongping was initially a little guilty, but the words had already been spoken and couldn't be taken back.
"Who's blind? Running around in the middle of the night! Stepping on someone and still acting like it's okay? Don't think that just because you're a few years older than me you can always look down on me!"
He had been holding back his anger for a long time, and tonight he finally found an excuse to explode.
In his view, Lu Zhonghe was probably doing it on purpose.
Lu Zhonghe laughed heartily.
"Tell me, who bullied whom? If you're not happy, let's fight right now!"
He stood by the stove, staring coldly at Lu Zhongping.
I just wanted to heat up a bowl of soup, but I ended up getting scolded for no reason.
The more he thought about it, the more absurd it seemed.
The two men faced off, their fists clenched tightly, and it looked like they were about to fight.
"Shut up, all of you!"
A loud shout came from next door from Shen Yongcai.
Shen Yongcai was already hot-tempered, and today he was even more exhausted.
After a whole day of working in the fields, at noon I still had to go to town to deal with Lu Jianguo's drunken disturbance.
I have to go through the divorce proceedings first thing tomorrow morning!
He was extremely upset, and his mind was a complete mess.
Shen Yongcai now has only one thought in mind: to get a good night's sleep!
But the noise from outside still got in.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he kicked open the door and yelled towards the kitchen.
The two brothers, whose atmosphere had been tense to the point of exploding, instantly deflated upon hearing the roar.
Shen Yongcai is not someone to be trifled with; he can send someone flying with a single slap.
Dealing with them is no different than handling two chicks.
The two glared at each other, and Lu Zhonghe turned and walked towards the stove.
Lu Zhongping seemed to still be competing, but ultimately didn't step forward again.
Lu Zhonghe was too lazy to pay attention to him and didn't even glance at him.
Thankfully, the pot of bone broth was still there.
He picked up the soup bowl and went straight to his room.
The kitchen light was still on behind him, and Lu Zhongping was still sitting on the ground.
The whole room fell silent again.
Lu Zhongping spat at his retreating figure, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.
I've already made up my mind.
Once Shen Yongcai and the others leave, I'm determined to have another fight with Lu Zhonghe!
He couldn't sleep at night until he breathed his last.
He had barely lain down for two seconds when he suddenly sat up again.
He reached out and grabbed the crooked bolt on the side of the kitchen door, locking it from the inside.
"If that guy sneaks in in the middle of the night looking for revenge... I'll have to be careful."
He muttered to himself.
Lu Zhonghe carried the steaming hot bone broth back to his room.
With an undisguised smug look on his face, he casually handed the iron basin to Lu Jianguo, who was lying on the bed staring blankly.
As soon as Lu Jianguo touched the iron basin, the icy sensation shot from his fingertips straight up his arm.
He then slammed the ladle down on the edge of the bowl with a loud "bang".
"I've been starving all day, and you're giving me cold food? That's outrageous!"
His expression softened when he saw the shiny, fleshy thigh bone inside.
"Hmph, at least you have some conscience."
"It's too late, I don't dare to turn on the stove to heat it up. If I wake up my uncle and the others, I'll be in big trouble."
Lu Zhonghe carefully tiptoed towards his bed.
“I just heard my uncle coughing in his room; he probably wasn’t sleeping soundly.”
After saying that, he lay down on his bed.
But his eyes remained fixed on the bone in Lu Jianguo's hand.
"It's getting worse every day! I have to put up with other people's attitudes even at my own home! It's infuriating!"
Lu Jianguo kept cursing, but he didn't dare to actually shout it out.
After all, he can't beat anyone.
Lu Zhonghe now dares to give him the cold shoulder.
He didn't even have the strength to fight back.
He had just brought the bone to his mouth when he suddenly remembered something.
Shen Cuifen hasn't let him touch the food she cooked for several days.
Yang Juanhua has difficulty walking and cannot go to town to buy it.
The two younger ones are even less likely to spend money to buy pork bones.
The family was so poor that their rice jar was almost empty, so where would they get the spare money to buy meat?
Thinking of this, he abruptly pulled his hand back, and the bone fell back into the basin with a "thud".
Lu Zhonghe, who had been leaning against the headboard watching the commotion with a smile, immediately composed himself upon seeing this.
He seemed startled by Lu Jianguo's sudden action.
The room fell silent immediately.
"Where did the bones in this soup come from?"
Lu Jianguo's voice was low and deep.
"Don't look back, I've already eaten it! That madman will come after me with a knife to settle the score!"
He stared intently at Lu Zhonghe, as if trying to find a flaw in his face.
Lu Zhonghe waved his hand and smiled, trying to sound relaxed.
"Don't worry about eating it. Even if you eat the whole pot, no one will say anything!"
He even raised his hand and patted his chest.
"I swear on my life, nothing will happen."
"Really? You're not trying to scam me, are you?!"
Lu Jianguo looked on with suspicion.
He stared at the road in the middle of the road for a long time without saying a word.
Why would I lie to you?
Lu Zhonghe rolled his eyes, his tone tinged with impatience.
"This is the farewell dinner my mom, Shen Cuifen, cooked today. I guarantee it's edible!"
"Even my eldest uncle drank two bowls, what are you afraid of?"
Lu Jianguo then picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks, still somewhat doubtful, and put it in his mouth.
After chewing just a couple of times, his face immediately scrunched up.
"What is this?! It tastes awful! Ugh, ugh, ugh!"
He shouted loudly while spitting out everything in his mouth.
Lu Zhonghe stood to the side, trying hard to suppress his laughter.
Seeing Lu Jianguo's disheveled appearance, he quickly handed him the steaming soup bowl.
Lu Jianguo reached out and took the soup bowl, without even looking at it, and gulped down two big mouthfuls.
The hot soup slid down his throat, but the expression on his face froze instantly.
"puff……!"
He suddenly tilted his head back and sprayed a large mouthful of water directly onto the road and his face.
"Depend on!"
"This tastes like someone vomiting! It stinks! Lu Zhonghe, are you out of your mind?! Giving me this stuff to drink! Are you trying to poison your own father?!"
Lu Jianguo was so angry that he jumped up and down, slamming the soup bowl onto the table.
Lu Zhonghe couldn't dodge in time, and the scalding hot and foul-smelling soup smeared all over his face.
He had been laughing gleefully, but his face turned ashen in an instant.
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