Seeing this, Ning Yuan tried to dodge, but it was too late.
She could only close her eyes tightly and instinctively raise her hand to protect her head, but the next moment—
With a sharp "snap!", a gust of wind swept past.
A tall, slender figure suddenly grabbed her, pulled her into his arms, and deftly swept away the things that were being thrown at him.
Ning Yuan paused for a moment, then subconsciously looked up at the man who was holding her protectively in his arms.
Rong Zhaonan looked down: "Are you alright?"
She hurriedly shook her head and instinctively pulled away from his embrace: "It's nothing!"
But the next moment, the thing smashed to the side, and a nauseating stench immediately wafted out.
"Ugh!" Ning Yuan instinctively covered her nose, almost vomiting, feeling both angry and annoyed—
It was poop!
"You despicable bastard! Stealing my things is bad enough, but you even dared to smash my poop!" Ning Yuan jumped up in anger and chased after him.
It's absolutely disgusting and makes me want to vomit!
If that bag of shit had hit her on the head, she would have nightmares for three days straight and wouldn't want to eat anything.
Rong Zhaonan moved even faster than her, darting out like an arrow and reaching the dark figure in a few quick movements.
He raised his foot to kick the other person in the back, but stopped just before the kick hit.
The person was swept away by the strong wind, stumbled and fell to the ground, the pot also fell to the ground, and half of it spilled out.
The thief tripped and fell, but unfazed by the burn, he hurriedly reached out to grab the spilled, soiled porridge and put it back into the pot: "My porridge!"
Ning Yuan, panting heavily, rushed to the thief and angrily grabbed his collar: "This is my porridge!"
But when she pulled, she froze.
By the moonlight, she could clearly see that she was holding a thin, old woman with gray hair, a pointed mouth, and monkey-like cheeks.
The other person was glaring fiercely at her, grabbing the handle of the aluminum pot tightly: "It's mine, this porridge is mine, give it to me!"
The old woman was so thin she was just skin and bones, but somehow she had so much strength. While grabbing the porridge, she also reached out and scratched Ning Yuan's face hard.
"Alright, Grandma Xia, don't go too far!" Rong Zhaonan grabbed the old lady's hand.
Otherwise, her fingernails would have scratched Ning Yuan's eyes.
Ning Yuan was furious. She raised her hand and slapped the old lady's hand away, snatched the pot, and said, "Let go! This is the porridge I cooked, my pot, and my fish!"
There's no reasoning with this! This wicked old woman threw feces at her, stole her porridge, and even tried to scratch her eyes!
The old woman with the pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks looked at the porridge pot she couldn't grab, and she was being held back by Rong Zhaonan, unable to break free.
She opened her mouth wide, then suddenly plopped down on the ground and burst into tears—
"My porridge, my porridge, it's my porridge! I'm going to report you to the commune for secretly undermining public property and stealing my porridge!"
Ning Yuan stared blankly at the old woman, who was as tough as a mule, and for a moment she didn't know what to say.
Damn... If a few decades later, the old lady lies on the ground, she'll probably be bankrupt from all the losses.
Rong Zhaonan let go of her hand, squatted down, and said coldly to Grandma Xia, "Grandma Xia, if you keep making a fuss, I won't share any food with you anymore."
Just those one sentence stopped Grandma Xia from crying.
She glared fiercely at Rong Zhaonan: "I knew you'd become a scoundrel once you got married and were in bed with someone!"
"Cough cough cough..." Ning Yuan almost blushed deeply. What kind of era is this? How could anyone dare to say such a thing!
Rong Zhaonan raised an eyebrow: "Grandma Xia, don't talk nonsense. What you did today went too far."
Grandma Xia snorted coldly, hunched over, and got up, brushing the dirt off her body—
“What’s wrong with that? What did I say wrong? You got married, but you didn’t even give us any food. I’ll get it myself, so what? Hurry up and tell that brat to give me the porridge. My husband and I are waiting to eat.”
Ning Yuan was speechless. She had never seen someone beg for food so casually, and even threaten her.
She held the pot and sneered, "I cooked this meal, and he might not even get a share, so don't even think about it!"
She could tell that Rong Zhaonan seemed to have some connection with this old woman.
But she had been a pushover her whole life, and she never wanted to be a pushover without any bottom line again!
Grandma Xia was shocked when she saw this, and pointed at her, her voice trembling, "You, you, you...this shrew!"
Ning Yuan rolled her eyes: "How dare you call me a shrew?"
After saying that, she turned around, picked up the pot, and was about to leave.
But the next moment, a large hand suddenly grabbed her hand: "Wait a minute, Ning Yuan, Grandma Xia's husband is sick, give this pot of porridge to her."
Ning Yuan turned her head, looked at Rong Zhaonan, and asked expressionlessly, "Why? What does it have to do with me?"
Does he really think they're a couple, speaking in such a commanding tone?
So what if they're husband and wife?
Rong Zhaonan's matter-of-fact tone suddenly reminded her of her husband Li Yan from her previous life—he was just like that.
After getting married and returning to the city, all those distant relatives from the countryside would take turns coming to my house every year to freeload, asking for favors and money.
She always had to cook and clean for him.
Li Yan never asked for her opinion; he always addressed her in a notification tone, telling her to hurry up and buy groceries and cook if someone was coming to stay.
Their wages are not high, and they even have to borrow money to make ends meet, all to ensure that their hometown people return home satisfied.
The reason is that we cannot only think about our own family and ignore the feelings of relatives and friends in the countryside.
But why? She married him, yet it was as if she had married someone from the same village.
She wasn't the one who owed favors; she was the one who served others and was the one who got exhausted.
She's still the same person who's meticulous about money, even when buying eggs she'll check which shop is two cents cheaper, no matter how much she makes.
If she utters even a few complaints, Li Yan will despise her for being petty, immature, and unvirtuous, and she will not receive any praise in return.
Rong Zhaonan was taken aback when he saw Ning Yuan's face suddenly turn cold.
Why did she react so strongly...?
The man involuntarily loosened his grip and said in a deep voice, "Consider it a favor I owe you. Uncle Tang is in poor health and has been busy these past few days, so I haven't been able to bring them any food."
Ning Yuan glanced at Granny Xia and saw her glaring at her, but couldn't help drooling. Granny Xia was thin, dirty, and smelly.
She suddenly walked towards the front of the path, carrying the pot: "Okay, I've got it. I'll take this pot over to you."
Does Boss Rong owe me a favor?
This is definitely a good option!
She had absolutely no liking for Grandma Xia.
But she was very curious: who could possibly be the kind of person who would offer help to Boss Rong when he himself was in dire straits?
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