Chapter 181 Eating secretly

When the Jiang family returned home, they ignored everything else and rushed into Qian Xile's house.

She is awake.

"Xi Le, does it still hurt? I asked your mother-in-law to boil some medicine. When it's ready, drink it first. I'll kill a chicken for you myself. It's all yours. Grandma will make you some chicken soup and you can drink it slowly."

"Yes, they all belong to my sister-in-law. Kill the black-haired hen. She always follows me."

Jiang Fubao puffed up his cheeks and was very angry.

She echoed what grandma said.

"Puchi, that's because you always poke its butt, Fubao, so of course the hen holds a grudge. Grandma, it's okay, I'm not that hungry, I just need a bowl of porridge. It's too late, I can't eat anything too greasy, so don't kill it."

Qian Xile smiled weakly.

Everyone felt relieved.

Poor hen, she had no idea that she almost died.

She's still clinging to the cock and flirting with him.

In the evening, after dinner, the Jiang family sat under the persimmon tree in the yard to enjoy the cool air.

Jiang Tongjin was in the house with his wife.

Jiang Eryong was sitting with his legs crossed and picking his teeth with a tree branch.

The next second, he suddenly stood up and shouted, "Oh no! I forgot to deliver the meat pie!"

At this moment, behind the rockery of Sanshan School.

Meng Bujiu and Kong Mingxue had been waiting for a full hour.

Both of them had several bites on their wrists.

"Stop feeding mosquitoes here. The meat pie delivery guy must be busy and can't come. It's useless to wait."

Jiang Tongmu actually waited for half an hour.

Of course he understood that they were his own family, and he was afraid that something had happened suddenly, otherwise his second uncle would definitely not forget to send the meat pie.

There was worry in his eyes, but his face showed no sign of it.

"You're not sending us? Then what are we going to eat? The school's cook has already gone home, so there must be nothing left in the kitchen."

As he was speaking, Kong Mingxue's stomach growled twice in response.

He twisted his wrist with a miserable look on his face.

Looks a bit pitiful.

"There's nothing to eat. I asked you to bring more cakes, but you didn't listen. Anyway, I don't want to ask Huanfu for it. This kid is getting more and more gloomy and annoying. Just be hungry. You can have porridge tomorrow morning."

Meng Bujiu spread his hands helplessly.

"I don't care about you. I'll cook it myself anyway. There should be some food left in the kitchen." Jiang Tongmu lifted his feet and walked towards the kitchen.

The two were very curious and hurried to follow.

The three of them sneaked into the kitchen.

The sunset glowed through the window, illuminating the kitchen with a pink glow. The three of them looked around.

There were only clean pots, pans, and a spotless stove in the kitchen.

Even the floor was swept clean.

In the cupboard, there was a bowl of black noodles and a cracked salt pot. Two black smoked pork legs were hung from the beams on the roof. In the bamboo basket in the corner, there was a bunch of wilted vegetables, and nothing else.

"Forget it, Tongmu, don't eat it. Black noodles are worse than brown rice. They don't taste good at all and they hurt your throat. Come starve with us until tomorrow morning."

Kong Mingxue's hopes were dashed.

No matter how good a cook is, there is nothing you can do when you see these dishes.

As the saying goes, a good cook cannot cook without rice.

He would rather go hungry than eat black noodles and wilted vegetables.

"Do you believe me?"

In the dim kitchen, Jiang Tongmu suddenly said this.

The two of them were confused by the question.

"Believe it, don't you?" Meng Bujiu said uncertainly.

"You two, take the pork leg down. I want to secretly cut some meat. Um... there is no wooden ladder. It's okay. Meng Bujiu, just ride on Kong Mingxue's neck. You will definitely be able to do it."

Among the three, Jiang Tongmu is the youngest.

Of course he is also the shortest.

He directed two men to steal the pig's legs.

What’s funny is that Meng Bujiu and the other person actually went there.

He rode on Kong Mingxue's neck and stretched out his hand to reach him. Although Kong Mingxue was fat, he was weak. He staggered and almost fell down with Meng Bujiu. Fortunately, Jiang Tongmu was quick to support him.

The three committed the crime together.

Until the pork leg lay quietly on the kitchen floor.

"I advise you not to touch these pig legs. They have been hanging for more than a year. They are the lifeblood of the school cooks. They will only cut some of them into dishes when guests come to the school or during major festivals. If they find out and find out about the three of us, it will be the end."

Meng Bujiu swallowed his saliva.

Said with some fear.

The most powerful person in the school is the headmaster, who is also his grandfather. In the eyes of outsiders, they all think that he is the headmaster's grandson and is very impressive.

In fact, only he himself knows.

His status is not as good as that of Dahuang raised in the school.

At least my grandfather would often ask the maid to cook some pork offal for it to eat.

As for myself, I could only eat boiled dishes from the school’s kitchen.

If his grandfather knew about this, he would steal food from the kitchen.

At the very least, you'll be scolded, and at worst, you'll be punished by family discipline.

"It's okay, just say it was eaten by a mouse." Jiang Tongmu was used to a hard life. When he was a child, there was not enough food at home. He often felt hungry, so he secretly went to the kitchen to find food.

Grandma always thought that the cookies or steamed buns hidden in the cupboard were eaten by mice.

Never doubted him.

Jiang Tongmu took out a sharp kitchen knife and cut off finger-sized chunks of the lean meat from the smoked pork leg. He only cut out three chunks.

Then he asked Meng Bujiu and the other man to hang the pork back.

As long as the pork leg is not taken off.

You definitely can't see what's missing.

He then washed the cut pieces of meat and cut them into cubes.

Then wash the wilted cabbage and knead it together with the black flour.

Since I couldn’t find a rolling pin, I used chopsticks to roll the dough into sheets bit by bit.

He didn't dare light the stove because smoke would come out of the chimney and he would be easily discovered.

Simply fill the clay pot in the corner with water and heat it up.

Throw the diced meat and noodles in together. When they are almost cooked, sprinkle some salt and serve.

Jiang Tongmu took out three sets of bowls and chopsticks.

After dividing into equal amounts.

Put out the fire on the stove.

I sat on a stool in the kitchen and started eating.

The other two were already dumbfounded.

"It smells quite nice. I thought you couldn't cook." Meng Bujiu also picked up the bowl and took a bite.

Although the noodles are rough, they are mixed with chopped vegetables to give them a much fresher taste. Adding diced salted meat makes them taste salty and fresh.

It tastes much better than the boiled vegetables with brown rice made in the kitchen.

Seeing Meng Bujiu eating several mouthfuls in a row, the picky eater Kong Mingxue also took his bowl, sat next to Jiang Tongmu and started eating.

"You kid, you actually stole meat. When you first entered the school, you ignored everyone. I thought you were so arrogant. You were wearing rags like a beggar, but you seemed to ignore everyone. I was wrong about you. When we had an argument that day, you called me a fat pig, which made me angry. I hate it most when people say I'm fat.

So, I got so angry that I punched you. I'll make amends to you after eating your noodles today. We wouldn't know each other without a fight. From now on, you'll be my brother in Kongming School. After dinner, I'll let you punch me back. But I can't do that now. I'm still hungry and I'm afraid you'll knock me out."