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Qiao ipan vanished out of sight, and Sun Family hastily followed suit, completely ignoring Qiao Qinghe’s scolding.
She snorted. With Sun Junyan at ho, she didn’t believe Qiao Qinghe would really pack up his things and move out.
Seeing this, Qiao Qinghe stamped his foot in anger and rushed towards Qiao Xiaomai’s house.
Last ti when Sun Family, Qiao Changfu, and Zhu Cuiying wreaked havoc at Qiao Xiaomai’s house, he was not at ho. By the ti he returned, Tong Tiehu had already arrived.
Having such an embarrassnt happen once was enough, he had no desire for a second ti!
After the elders in Qiao Family left, the remaining siblings and their wives glanced at each other, stood up and walked towards the door one after another. Zhao Shufen didn’t forget to give a chicken leg to Qiao Xiaobao before going.
If not eaten now, it would all be cold when they co back.
Seeing this, Wu Yinfeng quickly took two stead buns, stuffed each with a few pieces of pork and gave it to her two sons. If there’s food, why not eat it?
So, the perfect family reunion dinner for a dozen or so people was completely abandoned due to a few casual remarks by Sun Junyan. They all headed towards Qiao Xiaomai’s house.
Qiao Xiaomai’s family of three was sitting in the courtyard having lunch. White stead buns, brewed snail, and stewed pork with vermicelli, all tasted delicious. Suddenly the courtyard door was pushed open with a “bang”.
The courtyard main doors in the village were generally left unlocked as long as soone was at ho, just closed casually.
All three of Qiao Xiaomai’s family looked towards the door.
A red-faced and panting Qiao ipan barged in.
She ran in a few steps to the small table, her gaze sweeping everything on the dining table quickly.
White stead buns, only the Village Chief and Jiang family in the entire village could afford to eat them every day. As for her household, aside from the days when Sun Junyan was back, they usually ate coarse stead buns, with wheat husk scratching the throat!
Brewed snail, she didn’t know the na of this dish, but it looked oily and surely would be delicious. In the past, all Zhuang Luhe’s cooking were boiled and salted haphazardly!
And then that large pot of stewed pork with vermicelli, it looked way tastier than just fried noodle strips!
Comparing her family’s food to these dishes in front of her, Qiao ipan beca even angrier. She pointed harshly at Qiao Xiaomai and scolded, “Just like your shaless mother, unfilial, lowly!”
Qiao Xiaomai”…”
They were eating just fine until this lunatic ran over, greatly affecting their appetite.
She put down her chopsticks, stood up and dragged Qiao ipan away; she didn’t want the battlefield to be at the dining table. This lunatic’s spit might fall on the food and that would make her feel sick.
Last ti Zhu Cuiying wanted to spit a thick phlegm at her. This disgusting act left a shadow on her, making her always notice the saliva of people in the old courtyard when they spoke.
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