Chapter 54: Which short-lived ghost stole the food?

"Eat, eat, eat. Which short-lived bastard stole the rice you cooked and gave birth to a son without an anus? He must have been raised by a pig or a dog..."

"When has my wife Liu ever stolen other people's food? You blame me for everything. Give the hen back to me, you shameless bastard. All you know how to do is eat."

Mrs. Liu relied on the presence of her third son and was sure that her daughter-in-law would not dare to do anything to her.

She uttered a vicious curse on the spot, and when she saw Wang Ziru pulling out a stick from the firewood pile next to her and preparing to hit her, Mrs. Liu cursed even more fiercely and hurried back to her room.

Wang Ziru chased after him with a stick in hand, shouting, "Get out of here, you old bastard!"

"I've warned you, if anyone in this family calls me a bastard for no reason, I'll beat them up every time I hear them..."

The man was standing at the back of the house, plucking chicken feathers, bent over, when he heard the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were about to start a fight again.

In an instant, a murderous look shrouded that stern face.

But this time he saw with his own eyes that it was his mother who provoked others for no reason.

“Boom!”

The pheasant with one side of its feathers plucked was suddenly thrown heavily into a basin of boiling water.

Zhai Ximo strode to the door of his mother's room, heard his mother still cursing in the room, and kicked the door open.

"Mom! What do you want to do?"

"If you think life is too tiring, go down and accompany my dad!"

"Every day someone is looking for trouble, or someone is looking for trouble. Can't you live without it?"

The old woman was so frightened that she quickly climbed onto the bed and hid under the quilt.

Hearing her son scolding her in a harsh tone, Mrs. Liu burst into tears in grievance.

"Oh my God, why is my life so miserable..."

"I really raised an ungrateful person!"

The eldest brother Zhai Qingsong was shocked when he heard what happened in the house.

The third child was forced to stand up and teach their mother a lesson. Zhai Qingsong and Zhai Jiahao hurriedly dropped their masonry and carpentry work and ran in.

Zhai Qingsong looked nervous: "Old Third, what's the matter that's making such a fuss?"

Xu Ping and Liu Xiangqin also ran in to watch.

I wondered in my heart what stupid thing my mother-in-law had done to offend the third child.

In this family, no matter who they mess with, they dare not mess with the third brother.

Bao Er was also standing far behind the house and said, "Grandma scolded my mom for eating her chicken."

Zhai Qingsong was stunned. "The five hens in the house were given to you. We made it clear when we divided the family property. It's been so many days, why are you suddenly making a fuss again?"

"He must have seen the third brother killing chickens and thought they ate their own hens," said Xu Ping.

When Wang Ziru came back from digging with her children, Liu Xiangqin also saw the third daughter-in-law coming back with a wild pheasant.

But their mother-in-law didn't understand what was going on and thought that the third son and his wife were eating the hens from their own chicken coop.

But the five hens in the house were also divided among the third brother's family, and no one gave her one no matter how much trouble she made.

Zhai Ximo had a cold expression, and he slowly withdrew his gaze from the dim room. He turned and walked to the back of the house and continued plucking the chicken feathers.

After plucking a few chicken feathers, he heard his mother still cursing vicious words in the house, and she even cursed her own grandson Baoer.

"Hey! You're not satisfied with scolding me, so you scold my son too?" Wang Ziru was about to rush into the house to teach the old woman a lesson.

But he was stopped by his uncle.

"Sister-in-law! My mother is like this, you..." Be patient.

Zhai Ximo could no longer bear it, so he took the chicken and strode to the door of his mother's room, pointing at the old woman, "Watch your mouth from now on! You always call her a scumbag. I didn't marry my daughter-in-law home to be bullied by you, the mother-in-law. When did I not satisfy you when you wanted to eat meat?"

"You like to stir up trouble for no reason. When I return to the army, I will never come back to see you again."

The dim room suddenly became silent.

The old woman was not stupid. She could tell that her son was planning to go against her as a mother.

"Okay, okay, let's not say such angry words as a family." Zhai Qingsong pushed his third brother. He knew that if he made the third brother angry, he would really do such a thing.

It’s just that their mother was too confused and couldn’t see the situation clearly.

After a farce.

Zhai Ximo took the pheasant to the stream, cut it open, took out the chicken's intestines and cleaned them, and washed all the chicken offal before taking it home and giving it to his wife.

"You don't have to go to eldest brother's house for dinner tonight. After they finish using the hanging pot, I'll stew a pot of corn rice and stir-fry some cabbage to go with the rice." Wang Ziru saw the man coming back with a pot of chopped chicken nuggets and started to prepare everything.

"Well, when it's cooked tonight, scoop a bowl for eldest brother and his family. So many people in their family saw us stewing the chicken today." The man said to his wife with a slightly deep look in his eyes.

Wang Ziru nodded, "No problem, I'll listen to you."

Not to mention anything else, the three girls of the eldest and second eldest families, seeing their family drinking chicken soup, must have been so greedy that they would dream of eating chicken at night.

Since the men had asked, she acted generous and straightforward, and scooped a bowl for them and brought it to the main room.

Let everyone have a taste.

"Give me some more firewood."

Wang Ziru told the man to add more firewood to the stove, then went back to the house and scooped a spoonful of lard into the pot.

Zhai Ximo sat obediently at the door of the stove, adding dry firewood to it, and asked curiously, "What are you going to do?"

"I first stir-fry the chicken nuggets with pork fat to bring out the aroma, then add water and stew it. The resulting chicken soup is more fragrant and has a stronger taste."

"You still know how to cook it this way? Did you stew chicken this way in your family before?"

Sitting at the stove, the man looked up at his wife's confident expression and asked casually.

Wang Ziru smiled unhappily. The Wang family was so poor that they couldn't even afford to eat chicken?

Seeing that the pork fat in the pot had melted and smoke was rising, Wang Ziru poured all the chicken nuggets into the big iron pot, added garlic and ginger slices, and kept stir-frying.

After frying for half a minute, a delicious aroma came out of the pot.

Zhai Ximo prepared the firewood in the stove, stood up and patted his butt, and saw that the chicken pieces in the pot had been fried into a layer of orange-yellow, extremely moist and very delicious.

When he went out to work, he half-jokingly said, "You are not allowed to eat secretly."

Wang Ziru covered the wooden pot lid and glanced back at the man. "Humph, I brought back this chicken! Eat it however you want."

Finally, Wang Ziru felt proud of herself.

Just like before, the whole family scolded her for being lazy and gluttonous in front of her, and tolerated her only because her husband sent money home.

Now, she can confidently say, "I am not bad either! I can also bring food and various foods home."

Wang Ziru just turned around and went to the kitchen, lit the fire in the pile and let the children warm themselves by the fire.

Sitting by the fire, she caught a glimpse of Liu Xiangqin walking into the kitchen as if to start cooking dinner.

Drop the tinder.

Wang Ziru let Baoer warm himself by the fire and got up and went to the stove.

Of course Liu Xiangqin knew that there was a pot of delicious chicken stewed in the big iron pot, but it was a pity that she couldn't eat it.

However, she made a face, "How long will this pot take? I have to cook."

Wang Ziru opened the lid of the pot. The firewood in the stove was burning very vigorously. In just a short while, the pot was boiling and the chicken soup was bubbling.

Without even turning her head, she asked coldly, "Is it strange that you cook?"

"No! You are a blind woman. My family has hired more than a dozen people to help with the work. It's almost dark today, and you still haven't cooked. Are you leaving them to starve?" Liu Xiangqin felt that her reasons were more convincing than hers, and said arrogantly.

However, if Liu Xiangqin can't snatch the big iron pot, she can at least occupy the hanging pot.

She came to her senses, quickly went to the kitchen opposite, got the hanging pot, and started cooking corn grits porridge.

When Baoer saw that the hanging pot was taken away by his aunt, he quickly ran into the kitchen and ran to his mother, tears welling up in his eyes. He said aggrievedly: "Mom, we don't have a pot to cook tonight..."