o death just now."He doesn't know how to respond.Ningyuan looked at Huazi's simple and honest appearance, and smiled: "Huazi ge, you've worked hard. You go fetch the fertilizer first, and I'll go to t...Ning Yuan saw the situation and wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

She could only close her eyes and instinctively shield her head with her hands, but the next moment——

"Bang!" A sharp gust of wind swept past.

Suddenly, a tall and thin figure snatched her away, pulling her into their arms. They deftly swept aside the thrown object.

Ning Yuan was stunned, and subconsciously raised her head to look at the man who was holding her in his arms.

Róng Zhāonán bowed his head: "Is there anything wrong"

She shook her head frantically, instinctively stepping out of his arms. "It's nothing!"

But the next moment, that thing instantly crashed to one side, and a nauseating stench suddenly erupted.

"Ugh!" Ning Yuan instinctively covered her nose, almost throwing up. She was both disgusted and angry —

It's actually poop!

"You scoundrel, you stole my things and now you even dared to break my toilet! " Ning Yuan angrily jumped up and down, then chased after him.

It's so disgusting, it makes me nauseous!

If that lump of excrement hit her forehead, she would have nightmares for three days and wouldn't want to eat anything.

Rong Zhaonan moved faster than her, like an arrow leaving the string, he darted forward and reached the shadow in just a few moves.

He swung his leg back to kick the other person, but just as he was about to connect, he stopped himself.

The other party was swept by a gust of wind, stumbled and fell to the ground. The pot also fell to the ground, spilling half of it out.

The thief fell down, but he was not afraid of the hot pot. He hurriedly reached out to grab the dirty porridge that had spilled on the ground and put it back into the pot: "My porridge!"

Níngyuán also panted heavily as she rushed to the thief's face, angrily reaching out to grab the collar of his shirt: "This is my porridge!"

At this, she was stunned.

Under the moonlight, she could clearly see that she was clutching a wizened old hag with white hair, a sharp nose and cheekbones.

The other party glared fiercely at her, reaching out to grab the pot handle tightly: "Mine, this porridge is mine, give it to me!"

The old woman was so thin, there was nothing left but bones. But she had incredible strength, grabbing the porridge while also reaching out to scratch Ning Yuan’s face viciously.

"Alright, Xia A-Po, don't go too far!" Rong Zhaonan grabbed the old woman's hand.

Otherwise, her fingernails would scratch Ning Yuan's eyes.

Ning Yuan was furious. She slapped the old lady's hand away, snatched the pot, and shouted, "Let go! This is my porridge, my pot, my fish!"

This is just too much! That wicked old hag pelted her with feces, stole her porridge, and even tried to scratch her eyes!

The sharp-nosed old woman watched as she couldn't grab the rice pot, and was dragged away by Rong Zhaonan herself, unable to struggle.

She opened her mouth wide, then suddenly sank to the ground and burst into tears.

"My porridge, my porridge, it's my porridge! I'm going to the commune to report you for secretly digging into the public wall and stealing my porridge!"

Ning Yuan stared blankly at the old woman, who looked like a chunk of raw meat. For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

If she falls again in a few decades, the old woman might lose everything!

Still, Rong Zhaonan released his hand and crouched down, looking coldly at Grandma Xia. "Grandma Xia, if you keep making a fuss, I won't share any food with you guys from now on."

Just that one sentence, and Xia A-po's tears stopped instantly.

She glared fiercely at Rong Zhaonan: "I knew you scoundrel would turn into a heartless wretch after getting married and sleeping with your wife!"

"Cough cough cough..." Ning Yuan was about to blush bright red. What kind of time is this, how could someone dare say such a thing!

Rong Zhaonan raised an eyebrow: "Summer Granny, don't talk nonsense. What you did today was too much."

Xia A-po let out a cold snort, stooped and climbed up, shaking the dirt off her body——

"What's wrong with you What did I say You got married and didn't even give us some food! I just came to get some myself, what's the problem Quickly tell that dead girl to bring me the porridge. My old man and I are waiting to eat."

Ning Yuan was also convinced. She had never seen anyone beg for food with such entitlement and even threaten her

She held the pot, sneered, and said: “I cooked this meal, he might not even have a share, you don’t even think about it!”

She could tell that Rong Zhaonan seemed to have some kind of relationship with this old woman.

But she'd been a pushover her whole life, and she didn't want to be one anymore!

Xia A Po seeing this, was immediately shocked, pointing at her and tremblingly said: "You you you......this vixen!"

Ning Yuan rolled her eyes. "You have the nerve to call me a shrew"

After she finished speaking, she turned and walked away, holding the pot.

But the next moment, a big hand suddenly grasped her hand: "Wait a minute, Ningyuan, Xia A Po's husband is ill, give this porridge to her instead."

Ning Yuan turned her head and looked at Rong Zhaonan, asking expressionlessly, "What does it have to do with me"

He used such a commanding tone, did he really think they were husband and wife

Even if we are husband and wife

With a matter-of-fact tone, Rong Zhaonan reminded her of her previous husband, Li Yan—

After returning to their hometown for marriage, all those aunts, uncles, and cousins would take turns visiting and staying at home every year, asking for money or help with their affairs.

Every time, she has to wait on me by cooking and cleaning.

Li Yan would never ask her opinion and always gave notices in this tone: "So-and-so is coming to stay, quickly buy groceries and cook."

Their wages are not high, and they even have to borrow money to get by. They want their families back home to be satisfied.

The reason is that one cannot only care about their own household and disregard the feelings of relatives and friends in their hometown.

But why She only married him, but it's like she married someone from the same village.

It wasn't her who owed favors, she was the one serving others and doing all the hard work.

Even when buying eggs, she calculates carefully which store is cheaper by two cents. She doesn't care how much effort she puts in.

Every two sentences she complained, Li Yan would criticize her for being unreasonable, ignorant, and unladylike, finding nothing good about her.

Rong Zhaonan saw Ning Yuan's face suddenly turn cold, her expression making him taken aback.

Why is her reaction so big...

The man involuntarily loosened his grip and said in a low voice, "Consider this one favor owed. Old Master Tang's health is poor and he has been busy these days. I haven't had time to send them food."

Ning Yuan glanced at Xia A Po, seeing her staring at him, but couldn't help but swallow nervously. The whole person was thin, dirty, and smelly.

She carried the pot and suddenly walked towards the front of the path: "Alright, I remember. I'll bring this pot to you."

A favor from the esteemed Elder Rong

This is great!

She didn't have any good feelings towards Grandma Xia.

But she was curious, what kind of person could help Rong Dadao when he was in such a predicament the ground and put it back into the pot: "My porridge!"Níngyuán also panted heavily as she rushed to the thief's face, angrily reaching out to grab the collar of his shirt: "This is my porridge!"At t...