She usually won't laugh unless it's something really funny.
real!
Lu Wu turned her head and gave herself a good talking to before she stopped smiling.
She learned what happened from Ya Ya.
Seeing these children climbing walls and banging on doors for a bite to eat, she couldn't help but laugh.
This behavior is definitely wrong, but the process is full of laughs.
"Cough, get up."
No need for grand gestures, Lu Wu continued to suppress the corners of her mouth.
Behind her, Ya Ya poked her head out and looked at the chubby boy with a puzzled expression.
"Fat brother, why are you lying on the ground? There's no good food on the ground."
In Ya Ya's heart, delicious food comes first, and her chubby brother only comes second.
Fortunately, the bond between childhood sweethearts was still there, and she happily ran over to help the chubby boy up.
"Big brother, let me tell you, my sister and grandpa are so nice. They weren't angry, they even saved me, and they gave me some delicious food."
Ya Ya couldn't help but lick her lips.
She just ate a small piece. It's not that she doesn't like it; she just wanted to take it home and share it with her family.
The kind older sister agreed and even packed her two large pork knuckles.
Ya Ya was secretly delighted.
"ah?"
The chubby boy stood up and listened to Ya Ya's narration, but his eyes automatically followed the source of the aroma, staring intently at the bowl in Lu Wu's hand.
Coo coo coo!
The rumbling in his stomach made the chubby boy press his hand against it.
"You want some too?"
Lu Wu asked, deliberately keeping a straight face.
“Disobedient children don’t get any treats.”
The chubby boy, startled by Lu Wu's serious expression, pouted and wanted to cry, but Lu Wu wouldn't indulge him.
"If you keep crying, you won't even get any soup."
In short, he successfully made the chubby boy cover his mouth and burp.
I'm so angry!
"Then promise me you'll behave and won't climb walls anymore, and I'll give you something delicious, okay?"
Lu Wu mischievously lowered the bowl so that the chubby boy could see the pork knuckle inside.
The soft, mushy skin was full of elasticity, much like the big, fat belly of a chubby little boy.
No one had ever taught the chubby boy to be obedient. Now, the chubby boy raised his white, chubby face and looked at Lu Wu's feigned fierce expression. He really wanted to refuse.
But that braised pork knuckle looked so delicious.
It tastes better than any meat dish my mother makes.
The rumbling in his stomach grew louder and louder, and the chubby boy, who didn't know what self-respect was, shamefully gave in to the temptation of the delicious food.
"Okay, I promise you."
He spoke softly, stealing glances at Lu Wu.
"You have to keep your word, or you'll get a spanking."
Lu Wu stopped making things difficult for the chubby boy and handed him one of the bowls.
"This is for you, and this is for Ya Ya. Go back and eat."
Lu Wu patted the two little ones on the head and gestured for them to hurry home.
Seeing how easily he got the treat, the chubby boy blushed.
He lowered his head, fidgeted with his clothes for a while, and then said, "I'm sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn't have let someone climb over the wall into my sister's house."
After saying that, he grabbed the big bowl and ran away, not even caring about his beloved little sister, Ya Ya.
Fortunately, Ya Ya didn't mind, because she also ran off with her bowl.
Looking at the two figures ignoring each other, Lu Wu suddenly felt a sense of guilt.
Did she unintentionally break up a couple?
"Then I'll go back too."
After dealing with the minor issues, Grandpa Li, carrying a large food box, slowly bid farewell to Lu Wu and removed the formation as he walked out the door.
"By the way, Mr. Lu, what's the name of this pork knuckle?"
Grandpa Li asked a question.
He remembered that Boss Lu had a rather wicked sense of humor when it came to naming things.
The innocent name of that pure-hearted little dumpling is still circulating in the sect to this day.
...
Faced with this question, Lu Wu remained silent.
She understood Grandpa Li's teasing, but she really wanted to say that this wasn't the name she had chosen.
It's the system!
The system also has a perverse sense of humor!
[...]
"Cough, I'd rather die than give up on braised pork knuckle."
Lu Wu managed to say it, only to be met with an "I knew it" look from Grandpa Li.
Lu Wu was extremely agitated.
"Take care, Uncle Li." Lu Wu closed the door, rejecting the other man's attacking gaze.
It was now fully light.
The sunlight was perfect.
Lu Wu put all the braised pork knuckles that had been prepared in the kitchen into storage bags for safekeeping.
This pork knuckle takes a long time to cook, so it can't be made on-site; it has to be prepared at home.
Lu Wu, having eaten his fill of braised pork knuckle, lay in the courtyard basking in the sun.
Next door, Grandpa Li opened his food box.
Boss Lu was very generous to him, and even packed five large pork knuckles for him to eat slowly before he left.
But Grandpa Li is definitely not the kind of person who would eat alone.
Moreover, this is a benefit he sought for the followers of the Xi Jinping cult.
Anyone want some braised pork knuckle?
Grandpa Li sent a tentative message within the sect.
At this hour, there weren't many people from the mixed sects, but there were still some present.
For example, Lou Xiaotian, who keeps a close eye on Grandpa Li's activities, knows the inside story.
Mr. Li, who lives right next to Mr. Lu, said something that definitely has a deeper meaning.
But some people think differently.
"Pork knuckle? What kind of pork knuckle do you want?"
"We are members of the Baozi Cult, and our favorite food is Boss Lu's baozi. No other food is allowed in the cult; it is a desecration of Boss Lu!"
"Yes, our 'Baozi Cult' must remain clean!"
These are fanatics within the sect.
They took Lu Wu's steamed buns as their guiding principle and adhered to the principle of "steamed buns first" throughout their lives.
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