neighboring village, isn't she She's also being a third party, and it's just as pathetic!"That middle-aged woman immediately exploded, jumping up and shouting, "What nonsense are you talking about!"Ni...Ning Yuan saw the situation and wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

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

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

A tall, slender figure suddenly yanked her into his arms, sweeping aside the things that had been thrown at her with effortless grace.

Ning Yuan paused, subconsciously raising her head to look at the man who was protecting her in his arms.

Rong Zhaonan bowed his head: "Is there something wrong"

She hurriedly shook her head, instinctively stepping out of his embrace: "It's nothing!"

But the next moment, the thing suddenly smashed to one side, instantly releasing a nauseating stench.

"Ugh!" Ning Yuan instinctively covered her nose, almost vomiting. She was both disgusted and annoyed —

It's actually poop!

"You jerk! Not only did you steal from me, but you even dared to smash my stuff!" Ning Yuan stomped her foot in anger and chased after him.

It's so disgusting, it makes me sick!

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

Rong Zhaonan's movements were faster than hers. Like an arrow leaving the string, he dashed forward in a few strides and reached the shadowy figure in an instant.

He kicked back at the other person, but the moment his foot made contact, he stopped.

The other person was blown by a strong wind, stumbled and fell to the ground. The pot also fell and spilled half of its contents.

The thief fell, but he wasn't afraid of the hot porridge. He scrambled to grab the dirty porridge scattered on the ground and put it back into the pot: "My porridge!"

Ning Yuan also gasped for breath and rushed to the thief's face, angrily reaching out to grab the collar of his shirt: "This is my porridge!"

At that, she was stunned.

By the moonlight, she clearly saw that she was clutching a white-haired, sharp-nosed and gaunt old woman.

The other party was glaring at her menacingly, reaching out to grab the aluminum pot handle with a death grip: "Mine, this porridge is mine, give it to me!"

The old woman was so thin, she was just skin and bones. You wouldn't believe where she got the strength from, but she was grabbing at the porridge with one hand and clawing at Ning Yuan's face with the other.

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

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

Ning Yuan was incredibly angry. She raised her hand and slapped the old woman's hand away, grabbing the pot. "Let go! This is the porridge I made, my pot, my fish!"

This is just ridiculous, that wicked old woman attacked her with feces, stole her porridge, and even tried to scratch her eyes!

The sharp-nosed old woman watched as she was unable to grab the porridge pot, and was dragged away by Rong Zhaonan herself, struggling in vain.

She gaped her mouth wide and suddenly plopped down on the ground, wailing loudly —

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

Ning Yuan stared blankly at the old woman, who looked like a slab of pork rolling in her hands. For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

If in another few decades, the old woman were to just lie down and die, she'd probably lose everything, wouldn't she

Still, Rong Zhaonan released his hand and crouched down, coldly addressing Grandma Xia: “Grandma Xia, if you keep making noise, I won’t share any food with you all from now on.”

Just that one sentence instantly stopped Xia A-po's crying.

She glared fiercely at Rong Zhaonan: "I knew you scoundrel, after marrying a wife and getting into bed, you wouldn't be human!"

"Cough cough cough..." Ning Yuan was almost blushing, what kind of era is this, how could someone dare say such a thing!

Rong Zhaonan raised an eyebrow: "Xia Ah-po, don't talk nonsense. You went too far today."

Xia A Po snorted coldly, hunched over and climbed up, shaking the dirt off her body.

"What's wrong with me Did I say something wrong! You got married and didn't give us any food. I'm taking it myself, what's the matter Hurry up and tell that dead girl to bring me some porridge. My husband and I are waiting to eat."

Ning Yuan was also convinced. She had never seen anyone begging for food as if it were their right, and even threatening her

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

She can't be oblivious to the fact that Rong ZhaoNan seems to have a relationship with this old woman.

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

Summer, seeing this, was instantly shocked. She pointed at her and trembled, "You... you... This vixen!"

Ning Yuan rolled her eyes and said, "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, Ning Yuan, Xia's husband is sick, so this pot of porridge should be given to her."

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

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

Even if it's between husband and wife

With a matter-of-fact tone, just like her previous husband, Li Yan.

After returning to their hometown, they were constantly visited by relatives like aunts, uncles, and cousins who would come around every year demanding money or help for their affairs.

She always has to wait on him, doing the cooking and cleaning.

Li Yan would never ask her opinion, and always gave these kinds of notifications in a peremptory tone like "so-and-so is coming to stay, hurry up and buy groceries and cook."

They don't earn much, and they even have to borrow money to get by. They want to make their families happy when they return home.

The reason is that one cannot only consider one's own family and ignore the feelings of relatives and friends in their hometown.

But why She only married him, yet she's treated like she married a man from the same village.

It wasn't her who owed favors, it was her who served and got tired.

Careful calculation, even when buying eggs, she looks for the cheapest option, two cents cheaper or so. It doesn't matter how much effort she puts in.

Every two sentences she complained, Li Yan would criticize her for being unreasonable, ignorant, and not virtuous, finding nothing good about her.

Rong Zhaonan watched Ning Yuan suddenly turn cold, her expression making him startle.

...Why is her reaction so big...

The man involuntarily loosened his grip and said in a low voice, "Consider this a favor owed to me. Mr. Tang is unwell and has been busy these days. I haven't had the chance to send them food."

Ning Yuan glanced at Xia A-po, saw her staring at herself, but couldn't help but swallow her saliva. The whole person was thin, dirty, and smelly.

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

Does the esteemed elder owe me a favor

This is great!

She had no good feelings for Xia's grandmother.

But she was curious, what kind of person could help Rong Dalao in a situation where he himself was strugglingrious immune problems. She experienced backaches, leg pains, and overall discomfort.This is a glimpse into the lives of countless virtuous wives and mothers of previous generations.Ordinary and quiet,...