Chapter 875: Chapter 877: You Still Won’t Let Me Eat?
Seeing Yang Ming return the dish, the man’s face was full of smiles. He couldn’t believe these people would actually let him starve, could they?
He sat there and greeted Xiaoxiao, "Beauty, get me a bowl of rice, I haven’t eaten all day, I’m really starving."
Upon hearing this, Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow. This guy really thought he was some kind of big shot; she wasn’t his maid.
She acted as if she didn’t hear him, sat down directly, and said, "Sister-in-law, let’s eat."
Then she picked up her bowl and chopsticks and started eating. She didn’t have time to waste; she needed to finish quickly and go back to see her son.
The man, seeing Xiaoxiao ignoring him and not serving him rice, didn’t get angry. Instead, with a smile on his lips, he got up to serve himself, fetched a bowl, and was just about to eat when Xiaoxiao snatched it away.
Xiaoxiao grabbed the bowl and chopsticks, gave him a glance, and handed them to Yang Ming, "Honey, you’re so tired, eat more."
"..." A trace of surprise flashed in the man’s eyes. This girl was really something else, still not letting him eat.
Yet, in an instant, the man changed his surprised expression to one of grievance, "Beauty, are you really going to let me starve to death? I haven’t eaten all day, got inexplicably captured when I arrived at this village, nearly got burned, and was beaten by your husband. I’m really wronged, oh dear, I’m probably the most wronged person ever, and now I’m going to starve to death, no one pities me, oh dear, now my chest hurts, my leg hurts, my foot hurts..."
Watching the man’s intense performance, Xiaoxiao just chuckled to herself, acting, keep acting — does he need an Oscar or something?
The man rambled on and finally said, "Beauty, I’ve gotten to this point, and you still won’t let me eat?"
Xiaoxiao gave him an icy glance, her thick lips opening and closing, "Not my damn problem."
"..." Xiaoxiao’s attitude truly left the man unable to continue his act. She hadn’t said much to him, and the few words she did say were mostly "Not my damn problem." It was his first time being treated like this.
It seemed this meal was truly not going to happen. He sat there, gazing eagerly at the table full of dishes, his stomach grumbling — he was really hungry. He wasn’t lying; he hadn’t eaten all day.
Xiaoxiao and Yang Ming were in high spirits; the man’s cheekiness warranted some hunger, a lesson.
The two exchanged flirtatious glances across the table and began eating heartily.
Although Shitou’s mother couldn’t see, she understood this time. It turned out Xiaoxiao and her husband weren’t letting the big brother eat, but since the food was theirs, she couldn’t intervene.
After all, this was her own home, and no matter what, that brother was a guest. Letting a guest go hungry was not the way to treat someone, so she apologetically said, "Big brother, I’m really sorry to let you go hungry. The food was brought by them, we don’t have much here. How about I make you some porridge?"
Upon hearing Shitou’s mother’s words, the man was too embarrassed to let a blind person help him, so he quickly refused, "No, no, missing one meal doesn’t matter. You don’t need to bother."