Zhou Chunhua closed her eyes and fell asleep.
She endured the long journey without sleeping for even a minute.
The moment she touched the bed, she fell into a deep sleep.
Zhou Chunhua didn't wake up until someone knocked on the door.
Because it was completely dark outside, the room was also pitch black.
"Xiao Zhou! Dinner's ready, Xiao Zhou!" Aunt Liu's voice came from outside.
She quickly patted her face, got up, and opened the door.
Aunt Liu smiled and said, "Are you hungry? Come on, let's go eat. Fill your stomach and you can sleep well tonight."
Zhou Chunhua nodded and followed behind.
She could smell the aroma of the food from afar.
Until she followed Aunt Liu back to the first room she entered earlier that day, there was a large square table with seven bowls and eight dishes, a whole table of food.
Two men sat at the table. One was older, with gray hair, and looked to be in his early sixties. The other was much younger, and looked to be in his thirties or forties.
However, their facial features look very similar.
The two men, who had been chatting and laughing, immediately fell silent upon seeing her and stared at her intently.
"Come on, Xiao Zhou, sit here!" Aunt Liu moved the chair, gesturing for her to sit down.
"Thank you." As soon as Zhou Chunhua sat down gracefully, Aunt Liu introduced the people opposite her.
Just as she had guessed, the older man was Aunt Liu's husband. He said his surname was Huang, and his family didn't have the habit of naming their children. He was the second oldest in the family, so he was called Huang Er (Huang the Second). The younger generation in the village all called him Uncle Er.
Another person who bears a resemblance to him is their son, Huang Jiabao.
After Zhou Chunhua greeted the two, Huang Er finally smiled a little.
"Why are you being so polite? We're all guests from afar. Let's eat, let's eat."
Huang Jiabao completely ignored her and started eating with his chopsticks.
Aunt Liu said a few words to Huang Jiabao in a lighthearted manner, then turned around and smiled, urging her to start eating.
She said thank you and picked up her chopsticks to eat.
However, the food she picked up had all been picked up by Huang Jiabao and Huang Er.
She didn't touch the dishes they hadn't touched.
"Hey? Xiao Zhou, why aren't you eating any meat? This is rabbit meat that we just caught on the mountain yesterday, it's so fresh! I braised it for over an hour today! Try it, it's delicious!"
Aunt Liu reached out and picked up a piece of rabbit meat to put in her bowl.
She quickly stepped in and said, "Aunt Liu, I'm allergic to rabbit meat."
Since the food was so good, neither Huang Er nor his son took any, which means there must have been something extra in that braised rabbit meat.
"Oh dear! Look how I handled this! If I had asked any more questions, I wouldn't have served you the rabbit meat." Aunt Liu said, putting the piece of rabbit meat into her own bowl.
Zhou Chunhua raised an eyebrow, noticing that she hadn't put it back on the plate but had instead placed it in her own bowl. Could it be... that she was overthinking things?
"Then you can't just eat vegetables all the time! Try this." Aunt Liu picked up a piece of meat from another plate and was about to put it in her bowl.
This time, however, she didn't say what kind of meat it was.
The meat was sliced and looked like pork.
However, like the braised rabbit, neither Huang Er nor his son touched this dish.
Zhou Chunhua quickly refused, "I...I don't like pork. Aunt Liu, please don't be so polite, I can serve myself."
"This isn't pork!" Aunt Liu's smile widened. She insisted on putting the piece of meat into her bowl and said, "This is beef! It's fresh and tender! Come on, try it."
Zhou Chunhua smiled awkwardly, wondering if saying that she was a Buddhist and couldn't eat beef would attract their attention.
On second thought, she looked at Huang Er and his son...
"Second Uncle, Jiabao and his brothers, you should eat too!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she put a few pieces of meat into the bowl of Huang Jiabao, who was closest to her.
Huang Jiabao looked at the meat in the bowl, his smile freezing on his face.
Zhou Chunhua smiled slightly.
She wanted to see if there were any added ingredients in the dish.
“Hey! Little Zhou, you don’t know, my son has never been able to get used to eating beef since he was a child,” Aunt Liu suddenly interjected.
Huang Jiabao, who had been motionless just moments before, immediately picked up the conversation.
"Actually, I don't know why, but I just feel that no matter how I cook beef, it always has a fishy smell that I can't get rid of." As he spoke, he picked up the piece of beef and put it on the table.
"Oh! It's like this, everyone has different tastes. Here, you can have this." Zhou Chunhua quickly put another piece of meat into Huang Jiabao's bowl.
This time, however, she picked up the braised rabbit meat that none of them had touched.
Therefore, once you broaden your perspective, you won't be so passive.
As our ancestors said, the best defense is a good offense.
Sure enough, Huang Jiabao's expression changed.
He slowly raised his head, squinting at me. His face, almost devoid of flesh, was gloomy and sinister.
The ruthlessness in his eyes really resembled that of a psychopathic killer on TV.
Especially the skin and flesh on the cheekbone, which would twitch from time to time.
"Jiabao!" Aunt Liu suddenly stood up.
Huang Jiabao glanced at Aunt Liu sideways and stared at her again.
"I'm calling you! Go check the kitchen, I think I forgot to turn off the fire in the stove. Don't let the kitchen catch fire!" Aunt Liu called out again.
However, this time, Huang Jiabao did make a move.
He slammed the bowl and chopsticks onto the table... no, it was more like smashing them.
With a bang, the table shook, and a lot of soup spilled out of the bowl.
"Old man, you need to do something about him!" Aunt Liu said, unusually without a smile on her face.
She nervously joked with Huang Er, even gesturing with her chin towards Huang Jiabao.
Huang Er snorted coldly, showing no intention of interfering at all.
Upon seeing this, Zhou Chunhua suddenly couldn't understand.
Well, she always felt that Huang Jiabao didn't have the same respect that children have for their mothers when it comes to Aunt Liu.
Neither their previous conversation nor the way they looked at each other showed any sign of a mother and son.
Just as she was looking puzzled, Huang Jiabao suddenly burst into laughter.
It was very cold, a chilling cold.
"It's fucking tiring to pretend!" Huang Jiabao looked up and stared at her with a ferocious expression.
Zhou Chunhua's heart skipped a beat.
Originally, she only wanted to test this family.
I never expected Huang Jiabao to turn on me so suddenly.
"Jiabao! Uncle said he's going to send her out of the village tomorrow!" Aunt Liu was probably just as nervous as she was, so much so that her voice was much louder than before.
Suddenly, Huang Jiabao's gaze turned to Aunt Liu.
"You wretched woman! Try yelling at me again! Believe me or not, I'll take care of her today, and send you away with her!"
"You..." Aunt Liu's body trembled, and she unconsciously took two steps back.
Now, Zhou Chunhua was even more confused.
These words... don't seem like something a son would say to his own mother.
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