Chapter 45: Chapter 45 Who Let Your Mom Steal Sugar Chapter 45: Chapter 45 Who Let Your Mom Steal Sugar Actually, when she tumbled down, she only crushed about seven or eight heads of cabbage.
If you tear off the damaged and rotten leaves on the outside, the inside is still edible.
“There’s no need to compensate for this little bit of cabbage…” Xiang Mingying quickly waved her hand and glanced at Chiang Xiao, her eyes flashing with sympathy and pity.
Poor child, wearing torn clothes and covered in mud.
Having such an uncle is really bad luck.
She couldn’t help but say, “Chiang Xiao, from now on, you should keep your distance from your Second Uncle. Make sure not to provoke him again.”
Chiang Xiao felt grateful to Xiang Mingying for stepping in to shield her without a second thought earlier, and upon hearing her sincere advice, she smiled faintly.
Xiang Mingying was dazzled by that smile.
This young girl might look disheveled and dirty, but she looks so beautiful when she smiles!
Like a little white lotus.
“Thank you, Sister-in-law Shi Zhuang.” Chiang Xiao thanked her and took out a one-yuan note from her pocket, stuffing it into her hand, “Sister-in-law Shi Zhuang, consider this me buying these few cabbages. Later, I’ll have grandma come and pick them up.”
After saying this, she didn’t give Xiang Mingying a chance to refuse and ran off.
Reaching the entrance of her home, Ho Laidi was sweeping the yard, and Chiang Lidong was holding a porcelain bowl, eating something unknowable. Upon seeing her figure, he immediately called out.
“Chiang Xiaoxiao, you weren’t killed by my Second Uncle, huh!”
Chiang Xiao didn’t bother with this gluttonous and ill-mannered brat, but the moment he called out and stared in the direction of her house, a bad feeling flashed through her heart.
She immediately rushed into her house.
There was noise by the stove!
Chiang Xiao fumed inside, grabbed a carrying pole, and swung it toward the figure huddled by the stove.
While shouting loudly, “I’ll beat you to death, you damn thief! How dare you sneak into my house to steal sugar and oil! Die, you big rat!”
Of course, she wouldn’t beat someone to death like Chiang Baohe, but swung the carrying pole aimed specifically at the person’s backside.
With two loud smacks, the person in pain hopped up.
“Chiang Xiao, you little devil! I’m your Second Aunt-in-law! Who are you calling a thief, who are you calling a big rat!” She said, as her thigh also received a blow.
Song Xiyun was in so much pain that she was close to tears.
As if Chiang Xiao had only just seen clearly who it was, she propped the carrying pole on the ground and leaned back, looking at Song Xiyun, who was ceaselessly rubbing her buttocks and gritting her teeth in pain.
“Second Aunt-in-law, could you explain why you are in my house?”
“What’s this ‘your house, my house’?” Song Xiyun glared at her, “We’re all the Chiang Family, my father-in-law and your grandfather are brothers! Can’t I come into my own house?”
Chiang Xiao laughed out of anger, seeing the sugar on the corner of her lips, only regretting not having hit her more times earlier.
“Get out!” Chiang Xiao grabbed her and forcefully pulled her toward the door, brandishing the carrying pole as she shoved her out.
“It’s really topsy-turvy! Mother, look at that little devil Chiang Xiao…”
Before Song Xiyun could finish her wail, Chiang Xiao had already slammed the yard door shut in front of her face and bolted it.
In those days, how precious was white sugar?
Because Chiang Xiao had poor health, Chiang Songhai and Ge Liutao scrimped and saved to buy a small jar of white sugar every six months, occasionally making her a bowl of sweet soup to drink.
Song Xiyun also had a sweet tooth and often eyed their sugar.
Chiang Xiao picked up a pebble, stood on a stone slab in the yard, and aimed at Chiang Lidong next door—
The bowl in his hands.
The porcelain bowl in Chiang Lidong’s hand fell to the ground, the half-bowl of fried eggs that remained spilled onto the dirt.
The little brat immediately let out an earth-shattering cry.
Chiang Xiao dusted off her hands and ran inside the house.
Yeah, there’s no burden on her conscience for bullying such a little kid!
If your mom steals sugar from my house, who can blame you?