As soon as the man finished speaking, a deafening cough erupted from the mud house again. "Cough cough cough... I... cough cough cough, this is an old ailment of mine... cough cough, don't bother with that, keep the chicken soup for yourself."
"Mother, please don't speak." The man frowned.
Just as I was about to lift the lid of the earthenware pot to see how the chicken was stewing, I suddenly noticed that the shadow on the ground looked a bit strange.
Suddenly looking up, I saw a graceful figure leaning against the courtyard gate.
Even though it was already night, the moonlight shone brightly, illuminating her small, delicate face in every detail, down to the faint smile at the corners of her mouth and eyes.
Upon seeing that smile, he felt no warmth whatsoever; instead, he slammed the ceramic lid he was holding onto the ground with a clatter.
He stammered, "You, how did you get here?"
Now, just seeing Su Hua makes his left hand and left foot, which he had finally managed to reattach, start to hurt uncontrollably again, as if someone were stirring his bones with a sharp knife.
It was as if he had seen a living Yama, the King of Hell, in the human world.
"Doggy, what's wrong... cough cough cough... who's here?" The woman from the next room heard the banging sound and coughed even more violently. "Cough cough cough... Doggy... are you burned?"
Then came the rustling sounds of people getting up.
Upon hearing this, Wang Ergou immediately shook his head towards the house, "Mom, I wasn't burned. You don't need to get up. It was just an old lady from the village who came to our house to borrow some salt."
"Oh, then hurry up and give the salt to them." Hearing this, the woman stopped struggling to get up and slowly lay back down in bed.
It's already a miracle that she doesn't cause trouble for her son with her useless body.
In the courtyard, Wang Ergou stared at Su Hua, who was standing smugly at the door. His face was contorted with rage, and his voice was barely audible. "My dear aunt, what brings you here today?"
After saying that, she pointed to the bubbling earthenware pot on the stove and said, "Grandma, you've come at the perfect time. The chicken soup is just ready. Would you like a bowl?"
He hasn't been going to Old Su's house lately, he hasn't even touched their fence, so there's no way he's offended her. The only possibility is that she somehow smelled the chicken soup and wanted to come and have a bite.
Su Hua, the old woman who borrowed salt: "…………"
The Wang family's courtyard is not large; although it's called a courtyard, it's actually only a few steps from the gate to the house.
Standing at the gate of the courtyard, one can clearly see inside and outside the Wang family's house. Directly opposite the entrance is a square main hall, with a room on each side. All the rooms are built of yellow mud, and the coughing sound just now came from the room on the east side.
The kitchen where Wang Ergou lived was adjacent to the house on the west side.
There was a pile of wet chicken feathers at the entrance to the kitchen.
Seeing that she remained silent and instead stared at the chicken feathers on the ground, Wang Ergou quickly put on a smile on his thin face, "Don't worry, Grandma, this chicken soup is definitely from the right source, it's definitely not from stealing chickens or dogs."
Su Hua smiled slightly. "I know."
The chicken feathers on the ground were not only colorful, but also had long tail feathers mixed in, making it clear that they were wild chickens from the mountains, not domestic chickens raised by the villagers.
Seeing her smile, Wang Ergou finally felt a little relieved. "Then shall I serve my aunt a bowl of chicken soup?"
Actually, he didn't change professions. It's just that even petty theft requires the right timing, location, and people. There weren't many wealthy people in Shanghe Village to begin with. Only the Meng and Su families were considered well-off. However, the Meng family kept a big dog, and he didn't dare to mess with the Su family. The other families at most kept four or five chickens, watching over them day and night like treasures. He simply had nowhere to make a move.
A few days ago, while wandering around the mountains, he came across an abandoned animal trap and refurbished it.
Three to five days later, he actually caught a small pheasant.
However, before she could even take a sip of the pheasant soup, her greedy aunt arrived again.
This is truly an unlucky year.
Seeing the heartache gradually spreading across the man's face, Su Hua couldn't help but twitch her lips. "Keep the pheasant for yourself. I have important business to discuss with you today. You and your daughter eat first, and we'll talk afterward. I'll wait for you outside."
"Huh?" Wang Ergou was taken aback when he heard the voice.
Does this lady have something important to discuss with him?
But she doesn't seem like the kind of person who's looking for something good!
However, since they had already come to his door, he couldn't avoid them even if he wanted to. Thinking of this, the man simply ladled out the chicken and chicken soup and brought it into the house for the woman to drink.
Su Hua stood at the entrance of the courtyard, looking at the pottery jar that only had a little bit of chicken neck and chicken butt left, a smile flashing in her almond-shaped eyes.
Unexpectedly, this person who was previously disliked by everyone turned out to be a filial son.
On the big locust tree, half a mile away from the Wang family's courtyard.
Yu Yu clung to a large tree branch, her face full of confusion. "Miss Su, did you come here so late at night just to watch someone stew chicken? I don't think this chicken has any flavor at all. The aroma alone is completely different from the dishes the Su family usually serves. It's so unappetizing."
Yu Feng glanced at him, thinking that a brain is a good thing.
However, not everyone has it.
Yu Yu was already used to his silence, and muttered to herself, "It's getting late. By the time Miss Su finishes eating the stewed chicken in this courtyard, the young scholar might already be asleep. Would it be a bad idea to drag him out of his sleep and beat him up? Or maybe we could just cover him with the blanket and beat him up, saving us the trouble of using a burlap sack..."
"Keep your voice down!" Yu Feng glared at him and made a shushing gesture. "Miss Su has very sharp hearing."
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