"Mom, hurry up and cook! Go on, I'm hungry too."
Hu Dalong hurriedly pushed his mother toward the kitchen, afraid that if he moved too slowly, he would incur another beating from Su Qiao.
Last night, she had been that vicious even with only a piece of wood in her hand. Now that she had a knife, what would happen if she accidentally stabbed a few bloody holes in him?
Host, Old Man Hu is much more calculating than this mother and son. You've been arguing for so long, yet he's still keeping his cool, smoking by the window without any intention of coming out. You'd better be careful with him.
"Yeah. The village chief isn't home, so he can't do anything right now. He might resort to underhanded tactics. Keep an eye on him for me."
In truth, Su Qiao wasn't afraid at all.
Whether they came at her openly or used underhanded tactics, she definitely wouldn't be the one to suffer in the end.
However, she needed to use them to lure the trafficker over, so for the time being, she wouldn't push things too far.
Once the food was ready, Su Qiao sat down at the table like an overlord. Ignoring the silent members of the Hu Family, she began eating on her own.
She was slightly surprised when she saw the food on the table.
They had actually taken the initiative to prepare cured meat, cured sausage, and even fresh fish-head soup.
Had the sun risen in the west?
Host, sleeping medicine was sprinkled into the fish soup. Old Man Hu got it from Wu Ping'an's family.
Wu Ping'an?
Su Qiao thought for a moment before remembering that he was Xiao Lian's man.
Hmph. She wasn't surprised in the slightest that a family like that had