The courtyard was filled with the fragrance of food.
Several big dogs all stuck out their tongues obediently at Li Erlong's door.
Li Erlong was busy in the kitchen.
There was mutton stewed in the iron pot in the kitchen, and the fragrance wafted out. It really filled the courtyard.
The people chatting at the door could not help but take a deep breath.
Smelling the fragrance that wafted out, he was intoxicated and did not know how to return.
"What is this stew? It smells so good?"
A group of aunties were chatting under the tree.
Auntie Li couldn't help but sniffle, wishing she could swallow the air into her stomach.
"Just by smelling this smell. I can eat two cornbread."
When everyone heard Aunt Wang's words, they could not help but swallow their saliva.
"This is the first time I've smelled such a fragrance in my life.”
Auntie Li could not help but tell the truth.
Li Erlong lifted the lid of the pot.
The boiling hot steam was lifted along with the lid of the pot, and the intense freshness dissipated.
Li Erlong scalded some vermicelli and grabbed a handful of coriander. Then, he poured the mutton soup that had just come out of the oven onto the vermicelli.
The smell of coriander assaulted his face.
Just the smell alone made one gulp.
It was too fragrant…
The stick peeked at Li Erlong's kitchen, smelling this smell, and couldn't help swallowing.
Li Erlong drank a small mouthful of wine, and from the system store, took out a bottle of chili powder and cumin powder.
The stick outside the door couldn't help but poke its head out. The fragrance was too tempting.
The stick tiptoed against the wall with its back facing the kitchen.
Looking around, he found no one and gently pushed open Li Erlong's kitchen.
He ran in like a wisp of smoke.
The stick guy took off his pants and peed in the basin on the table.
"I told you not to give me chicken drumsticks to eat, bad guy…"
She then rummaged through the kitchen and the corners.
He only found a few candies.
There were so many bottles and jars on the table, but the stick only chose one with a strong fragrance and poured it into his mouth.
Instantly, his throat felt like it was on fire. The burning sensation spread to his body.
Her face was flushed red from the stimulation.
"Ah…Ah…"
The sound of a child crying came from the kitchen, and the more one heard, the more tragic the sound became.
The stick quickly spat out the thing in his mouth. However, he could not spit it out at all.
The spiciness seemed to have taken root, and it desperately went into his stomach.
Her throat felt like it was being roasted, and it was burning.
His entire upper body felt like it was on fire…
The stick was at a loss as he ran out of the kitchen door and hurried home.
Suddenly, she tripped over something. Down, heavy? Unstable, she fell onto a small stone by the roadside.
? His knee fell out? What? Instantly? The spicy feeling rushed up to my knees.
She kept blowing at him. The liquid seemed to be gushing out from the pain. Spicy feeling? It turned into- It hurts so much No, I don't dare Bruise? He could only wah wah? Crying.
That red and swollen mouth. It was painful to be pulled…
Qin Huairu was sewing clothes at the door. When she heard the child's cries, she hurriedly ran over.
"What's wrong with you? Your mouth is swollen like a sausage?”
"Mommy, it hurts, it hurts!"
The stick was in so much pain that it stomped its feet. Bean-sized beads of sweat rolled down from its head.
"Qin Huairu, you slut, how are you looking after your child? What's wrong with my eldest grandson?”
Jia Zhang-shi started to curse indiscriminately.
Qin Huairu pulled the child into the house, feeling sorry for him. She used a towel to wipe the stick's mouth.
The meme cried even harder.
The courtyard was filled with screams.
"Qin Huairu, you're a jinx. How can you be a mother?”
Jia Zhangshi grabbed the broom beside her and hit Qin Huairu.
Qin Huairu was in so much pain that she ran around the courtyard…
"Mom, stop fighting. Go and take a look…"
At this moment, how could Jia Zhangshi listen to him? She chased after Qin Huiru without thinking.
When the people from the other courtyards heard the shouts, they all ran over with their rice bowls.
" Grandma, I'm in pain…Grandma!"
The stick was sitting on the ground at the door and crying.
Jia Zhangshi put down the broom in her hand and hurried back.
"What happened so early in the morning?" A middle-aged woman ran over with a bowl.
Jia Zhangshi would apply salt and oil for a while.
The stick was tormented and cried heartbreakingly…
Jia Zhangshi stared at the stick with her sinister triangular eyes.
The stick was so frightened that it nodded repeatedly.
"This damned Li Erlong, even such a small child could do it.
How dare you bully my grandson? Are you tired of living? Even if I have to risk my life, I will avenge you.”
Jia Zhang-shi's eyes were filled with blood as she clenched her fists.
She picked up the manure spoon beside the door and ran to the backyard.
Jia Zhang-shi carried a bag full of excrement water, aggressively running to Li Erlong's door.
She splashed it on his door with all her might. The stench assailed her nose, making people feel disgusted.
The deaf old lady squatted at the door and vomited.
"Li Erlong, you bastard, come out. How dare you bully my grandson? Come out and bully me if you dare.”
Jia Zhang-shi was like a yaksha, holding a dung spoon in her hand as she stood there clamoring.
When the people around saw this, they started gossiping.
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