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570 Stealing food

At night, Wang Gang couldn't sleep in bed, firstly because he was thinking about how to live his life in the future, and secondly because he was hungry.

In the past two days, my mother's funeral arrangements have been carried out. Everyone in the Qiao family is on a vegetarian diet. There is no food in their stomachs. They digest quickly and get hungry easily.

As soon as Wang saw Qiao Simei asleep, he was about to get up and go to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat.

"Why don't you go to bed?" Qiao Yicheng heard Wang Gang's movements and turned around and asked in a low voice.

"I'm hungry, let's go to the kitchen and have a look." Wang Gang said honestly.

"Don't go. There's nothing to eat in the kitchen. Just bear with it and you won't be hungry when you fall asleep." Qiao Yicheng said with a bitter face.

"Are you hungry too?" Wang Gang asked.

"Just bear with it." Qiao Yicheng comforted himself.

Wang Gang didn't want to endure it. There was food in his space, but he just needed to avoid people when taking it out.

"I'll go to the kitchen and take a look. Maybe I can find something." Wang Gang put on his shoes and said.

"I usually cook, how can I not know what's in the kitchen?" Qiao Yicheng swallowed, but his stomach growled unsatisfactorily.

Wang Gang didn't listen to Qiao Yicheng and walked out of the room.

The Qiao family lived in a hutong in the old town of Jinling City. They had a standard bungalow with two tile-roofed rooms and a small courtyard. Later, they built a small house next to the courtyard as a kitchen.

Just as Wang was about to go to the kitchen, he suddenly found that the light in another room was on, and Qiao Zuwang didn't seem to be sleeping yet.

"Hey, it smells like alcohol." Wang Gang's nose twitched and he smelled a faint smell of liquor coming from Qiao Zuwang's room.

Wang Gang quietly walked to the door of Qiao Zuwang's room, carefully opened the door a crack, and then saw Qiao Zuwang leisurely drinking wine and eating peanuts and pork head meat.

"Good guy, four children are hungry, and you hide in your room and eat meat and drink alone!"

Wang Gang no longer knew what to say to Qiao Zuwang, a cheap dad.

He rolled his eyes, quietly stepped away, walked to the yard, found a stone, and weighed it in his hand.

"It should be about the same."

Wang Gang took the stones to the outside of Qiao Zuwang's house again, opened the door slightly wider, and then threw the stones out.

A small pebble was thrown in the air in a perfect arc and hit Qiao Zuwang on the back of his neck.

Snapped!

Qiao Zuwang collapsed in response, lying directly on the table.

This move can only be used by masters like Wang Gang who have mastered internal martial arts to their bones. Hitting the back of the head with a stone will knock people out without hurting them. The control of aim and strength is indispensable.

If this body wasn't only eight years old now, Wang Gang wouldn't have to use stones.

Wang Gang opened the door with confidence and walked up to Qiao Zuwang. After making sure that he had fainted, he looked at the peanuts and pork head meat on the table with confidence.

"Hey! I bought a lot of pork heads."

Wang Gang picked up a piece of pig head meat with his hands and put it into his mouth.

Not to mention, it tastes pretty good, it tastes like authentic Liuhe pork head meat.

Wang Gang was not Qiao Zuwang, and he didn't know how to eat alone. He ate two pieces of pork head, packed up the food on the table, and took it all back to the room.

"Brother, wake up and have some meat to eat." Wang Gang woke up Qiao Yicheng who was about to fall asleep.

Qiao Yicheng looked at Wang Gang drowsily, and suddenly smelled an alluring aroma. When he looked closely, a pack of pig head meat appeared in front of him.

"Where did you get the pig head meat?" Qiao Yicheng sat up in surprise, and Qiao Sanli, who was already sleeping beside her, was also woken up.

"What does it smell like? It smells so good!" Qiao Sanli blinked her eyes and said confusedly: "Brother, I seem to be dreaming about pig head meat."

Wang Gang smiled and said: "You little greedy cat, get up and eat some meat. I'll call Simei."

After saying that, Wang Gang put the pork head meat and peanuts on Qiao Yicheng's bed.

Qiao Yicheng took Wang Gang's hand and asked: "Erqiang, tell me honestly where the pig head meat comes from."

Wang Gang explained: "The meat was brought from dad's room. He ate alone behind our backs and got drunk and fell asleep on the table."

Hearing this, Qiao Yicheng let go of his brother's hand. Over there, Qiao Sanli could no longer bear the aroma of the pork head meat and stretched out her little hand towards the meat.

"You can't eat it." Qiao Yicheng stopped his sister and said, "If dad finds out tomorrow that we stole his pig head meat, we will be beaten to death."

Wang Gang said nonchalantly: "He is so drunk that he still remembers whether he has finished eating the meat. You can eat it with confidence. If he pursues it, he will say that I stole his pig head meat."

Qiao Yicheng still felt something was wrong, but Wang Gang had already woken up Qiao Simei.

"Ah! Meat!"

Qiao Simei was only four years old. When she saw the pork head, no one could stop her. She rushed to eat a piece of it, but Qiao couldn't stop her.

Then Qiao Sanli couldn't resist the temptation of meat and stretched out her little hand.

Seeing that all the sisters had eaten the meat, Qiao Yicheng swallowed hard and stretched out his hand.

Qiao Zuwang bought a pound of pig head meat, ate less than half the pound himself, and the other half went into the stomachs of the three brothers and sisters.

Wang Gang stared at the plate of fried peanuts.

Soon everything was eaten, leaving only two pieces of oil paper. Qiao Simei was unwilling to lick the oil paper twice with her tongue.

"The pork head meat is delicious! It's just a little bit lacking." Qiao Simei said unsatisfied.

Wang Gang put away the oil paper and put it back in Qiao Zuwang's room. After thinking about it, he spread out the oil paper and pretended that Qiao Zuwang had finished eating.

After doing all this, Wang just went back to his room to sleep and found Qiao Sanli and Qiao Simei sleeping contentedly. Qiao Yicheng seemed to be waiting for him and refused to sleep.

"If dad asks about it tomorrow, just say that I stole the pig head meat." Qiao Yicheng said to Wang Gang seriously.

Wang Gang thought to himself, this elder brother is quite loyal.

"If dad asks about it tomorrow, we will kill him. We have never eaten pig head meat, and we have never even seen it." Wang Gang said:

"If Sanli and Simei can't hold on, don't lie and blame it all on me."

"No, I'm the eldest brother, I'll take care of this." Qiao Yicheng flatly refused.

"Okay! Let's just settle it so that it won't be difficult for the two sisters."

Wang Gang lay down on the bed, stopped talking to Qiao Yicheng, and soon fell asleep.

Qiao Yicheng's face was gloomy and uncertain, as if he was thinking about something.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The next morning, Wang Gang got up early and helped his two sisters wash up.

When Qiao Simei was halfway through brushing her teeth, Wang Gang heard Qiao Zuwang yell: "Why is my pig head meat gone?"

Qiao Zuwang rushed out of the room angrily, holding a cane in his hand.

"Who among you four little brats stole my pig head!"

Qiao Zuwang waved the cane in his hand, half of his face was red.

The reason why his face is half-faced is because he was sleeping on the table yesterday and was depressed.

"Pork head meat, how can there be pig head meat." Wang Gang stopped Qiao Yicheng, who almost took the initiative to take the blame, and pretended to be confused in front of Qiao Zuwang:

"Where's the pork head? I haven't smelled that in months."

Qiao Zuwang's face turned green and red for a while, and a cane was thrown on the stage next to Wang Gang.

"Tell me, did you steal my flesh?"

"Meat, there's no meat, dad, I'm hungry." Qiao Simei suddenly stepped forward and hugged Qiao Zuwang's leg, her little eyes full of cunning.

"Dad, is there any meat in your room?" Qiao Yicheng asked pretentiously under Wang Gang's eyes.

Qiao Sanli was the slowest to react, but later she followed her sister Qiao Simei's example, hugging Qiao Zu and looking at the other leg, and said pitifully: "Dad, I want to eat meat."

Qiao Zuwang saw that none of the four children admitted to eating meat. He was just about to beat them and scare them, but he didn't expect Wang Gang to ask:

"Dad, why do you smell of alcohol and pig head meat? Did you buy pig head meat behind our back?"

Qiao Zuwang said confidently: "What's wrong with me buying pig head meat? I am the head of the family, why can't I eat mouth meat?"

Wang Gang asked: "Where did you get the money to buy meat? Didn't all the family's money go to pay for mom's funeral expenses?"

Qiao Yicheng said excitedly: "I remember that my aunt and uncle gave you a sum of money two days ago and asked you to buy a better urn. I wanted to bury my mother in a glorious way, but you bought the worst one."

Urn, did you buy pig head meat with the remaining money?"

Seeing that the scandal was revealed, Qiao Zu was speechless for a moment, but he still said forcefully: "You dare to interfere in my business, are you itchy?"

Qiao Yicheng secretly ate pig head meat yesterday, and he still felt a little guilty, but now it turned into anger.

"Dad, my mother served you for more than ten years, gave you five children, and finally lost her life. How could you treat her like this!"

Qiao Yicheng's roar made Qiao Zuwang take a step back slightly, but the majesty of his father made him harden again.

"Don't mind my business!"

After cursing a few words, Qiao Zuwang returned to the room alone without pursuing the matter of the pig head meat.

He felt pain in his neck, and he didn't know if it was because he slept on the table yesterday and had a stiff neck.

Qiao Yicheng was completely disappointed with Qiao Zuwang, and felt even more unworthy of his mother.

The four brothers and sisters of the Qiao family looked at me and I looked at you. In the end, no one said anything, and they all remembered their mother together.


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