Chapter 230: Teach You How to Be a Good Person
Li Guangzong, whose brain circuit was abnormal, was looking forward to it foolishly, which made Xu Shuyao look at him as if he was a fool.
Smelling the fragrance in the air, Xu Wei and Grandma Yang also started to prepare food. By the time Liu Yu made a decision, they had also cooked a pot of hot noodle soup.
Grandma Yang cut two cans of beef into chunks and sprinkled them into the noodles. The unique aroma of beef spread out immediately. She deftly put the noodles into bowls and gave them to the younger generations.
"Talk about it while you eat. Don't go hungry. Things are unpredictable in this end times. You'll have less to eat each time, so make sure you cherish it!"
The aroma of meat filled the cave. The black mud people, who had just eaten instant noodles, had satisfied faces, but they were still very satisfied with the instant noodles in their bowls, although they were drooling and looking sideways.
Grandma Yang looked at the old man who was about the same age as her, shook her head and sighed, then served him a bowl of noodle soup with a lot of extra beef on it.
Zhao Bohong saw his mother's little action but did not stop it.
But when the old man received the bowl of noodles with great surprise and the ignorant grandson beside him was about to grab it, a dazzling lightning ball was thrown out from his hand and hit Gu Mao's toes!
A crackling ball of purple lightning suddenly exploded just an inch in front of his feet, frightening the weak and cowardly Gu Mao so much that he fell to the ground.
The old man wanted to help in a hurry, but the precious food in his hand restricted his movements. He could only watch his grandson fall all over the place with mud in his mouth.
None of the black clay people sitting around the big pot eating noodles and drinking soup did not despise him.
Zhao Bohong even stood up and signaled everyone to eat without being disturbed, and he would take care of the rest.
Then Zhao Bohong walked to the old man and Gu Mao with a cold face. Grandma Yang silently held her son's arm, fearing that he would get angry.
Zhao Bohong patted his mother's hand and whispered to comfort her: "Mom, it's okay, I won't hurt them."
Grandma Yang then released her hand, and the restraint disappeared. Zhao Bohong walked directly to Gu Mao and squatted down. His broad back blocked the old man's sight and he said in a low voice:
"You piece of shit, you're still alive today, probably thanks to your grandpa. Don't you understand the principle of having enough to eat every meal? Your grandpa is dying, and you, a piece of shit, won't live much longer. Be more restrained, at least in front of me. If I see you being violent towards an old man again, be careful..."
As he was speaking, the lightning ball on the ground was suddenly called back into Zhao Bohong's palm. The constantly restless electric arcs swung around, illuminating his profile, making it bright and dark, and his outline looked eerie and solemn.
Gu Mao was so frightened that his whole body turned cold, and he nodded repeatedly with trembling lips.
"I, I, I can't do it anymore!"
Zhao Bohong's eyes slanted again, and he glanced at the old man who was holding the bowl of noodles in the back and was at a loss. Gu Mao immediately understood, and hurriedly got up and pulled his grandfather to sit down.
"Grandpa, eat your noodles quickly, or they'll get cold!"
The old man was suddenly pulled to sit down by his grandson. Not only that, the grandson also urged him to eat meat to nourish his body. He was suddenly surprised and didn't know whether it was a dream or reality.
He didn't hear what Zhao Bohong and Gu Mao said. He was just flattered by Gu Mao's concern and put the noodles and meat into his mouth.
But although he was old, he was not confused. After eating two bites of meat with trembling hands, he finally came to his senses.
Looking up at Zhao Bohong who was holding his mother's wrist and going back to eat, his old yellow eyes suddenly became sore and tears came out.
As tears fell into the noodle soup, Gu Mao's face, pretending to be concerned, twisted for a moment, and he said in a hard voice: "Grandpa, don't cry. It's unhygienic to let tears fall into the soup. And...if you can't finish it, don't waste it by throwing it away. I'll clean up for you."
He had the nerve to say that. After the apocalypse, who would throw away leftovers? They'd just stuff it in!
The little boy Junjun beside him could see what he meant by the hidden meaning, and he squinted his eyes and looked at him with contempt.
On the other hand, the old man seemed to have suddenly seen through everything, and lamented bitterly that the child he had spoiled had to be educated by others. What a failure this was...
But his daughter and son-in-law are gone, and he only has this one grandson left. He really can't bear to treat him cruelly. But now it seems that if Maomao continues like this, he will eventually be ruined. He can't be confused anymore!
The old man gradually gained strength in his hand holding the chopsticks, and then he scooped up the beef noodle soup in big mouthfuls. The bowl was empty in the blink of an eye, which made Gu Mao's facial muscles twitch with pain.
"Grandma, Grandpa, you don't have to eat so fast, eat slowly, overeating is very harmful to your body!"
On the other side, not far away, Hu Jiayun pouted and put the braised bamboo shoots that Liu Yu had brought out into his parents' bowls, watching Gu Mao anxiously and humiliated but not daring to grab them as if he were laughing at a joke.
That night, the black mud man in the cave had the most delicious and satisfying meal since he entered the cave, and also got a set of soft cotton clothes that smelled of sunshine. It was hard for him not to sleep soundly.
At midnight, two groups of people were left at the entrance of the cave to keep watch, while the others were sleeping with different thoughts in their minds. The overall atmosphere was peaceful.
But the same canyon has different fates!
The big squirrels in the forest canopy are complaining bitterly at this moment!
The big squirrels with huge bodies and lush hair all rubbed their backs hard against the rough bark.
The friction was so strong that the squirrel's hair broke and flew everywhere, but it couldn't stop the itch in the flesh on its back. It could only scream in pain.
“Squeak, squeak!”
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