Chapter 647: After 639 chapters, he finally exhaled.
Chapter 647: After 639 chapters, he finally exhaled.
Yes, Tang Yuxin certainly couldn’t deny it, but she felt she had really lost too much, having given away liquor and now having to provide a al as well.
“Let’s go,” the old man had decided he was going to freeload a al at Yuxin’s house, and if the food was good, then he would just eat there from now on.
There were not many people in the Tang Family, and now with the addition of the old man, there were still several empty seats at the table.
The old man sat upright and proper, and he might be the only one who could actually enjoy his al, while the others could only manage to swallow their food bitterly.
Of course, there was another one, Chengcheng, who buried his little face in his bowl, constantly stuffing rice into his little mouth, still unaware of the sorrows of youth.
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And his good appetite was contagious to the old man too, who also devoured two bowls of rice with gusto.
He had decided that from now on, he would freeload at Tang Zhinian’s house for als.
“Grandpa, have the chicken leg,”
Chengcheng had indeed been taught well that the best things should be offered to the eldest, to show respect for elders and kindness toward the young.
“Thank you, Little Chengcheng.”
The old man patted Chengcheng’s little head.
The bond between the old and the young was really forged through als, as their favorite activity was to compete to see who could eat more.
The old man had just recovered from a serious illness and didn’t really have much of an appetite.
Every day, the family’s housekeeper tried to co up with sothing delicious to make for him, but it never quite satisfied him, and he could never eat much, keeping the dicated liquor Tang Yuxin had made well stored.
But as good and effective as the dicated liquor was, even though it was effective, it couldn’t substitute for food, and continuing like this, he was afraid he might really ascend to the heavens.
And now it was odd; ever since the old man had started having als with the Tang family, his appetite had improved, and he had beco more spirited.
The most important thing was that his complexion was getting better day by day.
Whether it was due to the good food or Tang Yuxin’s nourishing dicinal liquor, the wrinkles on his face had significantly reduced and his skin had beco smooth and healthy.
He was extrely satisfied with himself looking in the mirror, not to ntion what others thought.
The housekeeper was now fully engaged, preparing ingredients and helping Zhang Xiangcao with the household chores, practically taking over all the chores of the Tang residence.
She was now counting on Zhang Xiangcao to prepare three good als a day to keep the master plump and healthy.
Zhang Xiangcao was naturally good-tempered, and she didn’t need others to tell her or to show off.
When guests ca to the house, she would naturally take good care of them.
Besides, their family didn’t have any elderly people, and sotis she would think about how lively the house would be if either her mother or Tang Family’s parents were there, and the children would have their grandparents to watch over them.
It’s just a pity that her Little Sisi and Little Chengcheng don’t have grandparents.
Sotis, when the children see other people with grandparents, they must feel envious.
So she had indeed started treating the old man as an elder in the family and had been varying the three als a day.
Her cooking skills were quite good.
She didn’t have much talent for anything else, and unlike her sister-in-law, who could be a powerful businesswoman, she knew nothing but how to take good care of her family’s diet.
Over the years, she had unwittingly developed quite a knack for cooking, making dishes that were both delicious and healthy, especially since the ingredients were hogrown, which naturally made the taste of the dishes even better.
The old man sat in his wheelchair, staring at the door from ti to ti, his eyebrows so furrowed they could knit a sweater.
“How co no one has co?”
Usually, they would all be surrounding him, but the mont he wanted to see soone, there was no one to be found.
Was this an attempt to suffocate him?
A growl sounded from his stomach.
He touched his belly, and his teeth involuntarily started clenching, crunching audibly.
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Pfft, he…
Uh.
Passed gas…
That’s still putting it mildly, to be crass about it…
he farted.
Even if he’s famous, formidable, and has killed countless enemies, and even if people fear him, he’s still human, a normal person who eats grains and, of course, has to pass gas.
Fortunately, no one was around, otherwise, it would have been mortifying.
Having people around is not good, but being alone is also not good.
He pushed his wheelchair towards the bathroom, but the door was too small for his wheelchair to fit.
He tried to stand up, but his legs were weak, too weak to support his body.
Tang Yuxin had said that all his sickness had been driven into his legs, and once he fully recovered, he would be able to walk again and even run a marathon.
But the problem was, he was handicapped for now.
“Pfft…” Another one.
He passed gas again, and this one was so potent that even he wanted to throw up.
His stomach was increasingly uncomfortable; he tried to stand up several tis but still couldn’t.
It wasn’t as if he could crawl, but even if he could, he wouldn’t be able to crawl into the bathroom.
The discomfort from holding it in was becoming unbearable, sweat ford on his forehead, and his stomach ached as if he couldn’t hold it any longer.
Just as he was determined to hold it in and not give in, he heard a splat.
His face flushed red, the veins in his neck bulging, while the sticky sensation on his bottom made clear what had happened.
He just sat there, with a look of total defeat, rolling his eyes endlessly before finally pushing his wheelchair to the door with an expressionless face full of resentnt.
His face had beco longer than a horse’s.
It was especially the wet stickiness beneath him, and the disgustingly beautiful aroma emanating from all over his body that made him feel he had never been more foolish or nauseated in his entire life.
Of course, this was also his disgrace.
He who had been so imposing, so comforting, so respected, couldn’t even deal with his own excrent.
If those old geezers knew about it, they would surely point at his nose and curse, asking why he didn’t just die.
He sat stiffly in the wheelchair, not daring to move an inch, afraid that any movent would release such a stench that it would kill the neighbor’s chickens.
“Oh, sir, why are you sitting here?
Do you need to use the bathroom?”
Zhang Xiangcao had just finished sweeping the yard when she noticed that the door was open, and the old man was sitting at the bathroom door, directly facing the bathroom, but motionless.
However, what was he doing sitting there?
Was he trying to enjoy the stench?
But where did this weird habit co from?
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