Their house is almost at the corner of the alley, and the one who is more familiar with it is Sister Lu.
Sister Lu is still in the clinic! How could she appear here?
Thinking of this, anchor number three made a gesture to them, then picked up a fire stick and carefully approached the door.
The rest of the people also took action. Those who often went out and could fight picked up weapons, such as hoes and sickles, and followed No. 3, while more people hid in the backyard.
Once the melee talents in front are defeated, the people behind them can find ways to remedy the situation in time.
After everyone was ready, No. 3 opened the door.
As expected, he came with bad intentions.
As soon as the door opened, an old lady came in with her hands on her hips and her eyes as big as bells. Behind her followed several burly men, who looked aggressive and as if they were looking for trouble.
"Excuse me, who are you?" Anchor No. 3 asked vigilantly.
"Who am I?! You stole my chicken, and you have the nerve to ask who I am?!" The old lady was furious. "You are so bold! You stole my chicken and cooked it! Aren't you afraid that I will come after you?"
Interstellar People: ...
"Auntie, you misunderstood. We didn't steal your chickens!" Anchor No. 3 held his forehead helplessly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"You're still trying to trick me! You're the only family in Wucheng cooking right now! I injured the chicken thief's leg, so he must not have gotten far! And your family just happens to be nearby!" The old lady reasoned confidently, "Oh! Don't underestimate me! I grew up listening to detective stories too!"
Interstellar People: ...
Ten minutes later.
The old lady and her sons went into the kitchen and gathered around the big pot.
The third anchor held his forehead and nodded to the person guarding the stove: "Open the lid of the pot and let Auntie take a look."
The interstellar person in charge of cooking was a little nervous and slowly lifted the lid of the pot.
A puff of white smoke came out of the pot.
For a moment, no one could see clearly what was in the pot.
When the smoke cleared, they saw that there was actually a large pot of water inside.
"What is this? Chicken soup?" The old lady looked at the pot of turbid soup and became a little suspicious.
The chef shook his head and stirred it with a large spoon. "No! This is mango. It's the green mango picked from the tree in our yard... We haven't had anything to eat lately, so we've been making mango soup to fill our stomachs."
After saying that, he scooped a big spoonful and showed it to the aunt and the others.
The old lady and her sons were shocked after seeing it.
The old lady glanced at the seasoning jars beside the stove. The seasonings inside had basically been used up, with only a thin layer left.
Glancing at the skinny men in this family, she knew that she had indeed misunderstood.
"I'm so sorry! My chickens were stolen. When I saw smoke coming out of your house, I thought it was you..." The old lady blushed in embarrassment.
The third anchor quickly waved his hands and said, "Don't blame you! If our things were stolen, we would be very angry too!"
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