In early winter, the weather is getting colder.
Yu Xiaogang huddled in the corner, leaning against the cold brick wall, his legs so numb that he lost consciousness.
Ten days ago he was kicked out of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and he stumbled to Heaven Dou City.
I have been working as a breeding pig for more than half a year, not to mention sixty, and not a single one has become pregnant.
The doctor diagnosed that Gangzi was overused in his early years, leading to infertility.
Now even the last bit of use value was gone, and he was kicked out of the house by the new patriarch Yu Luomian.
He hasn't eaten anything for a whole day since morning.
"First fill your stomach, then find a hotel to sleep in, take a scalding hot bath, and have a good night's sleep... As for the rest, we'll talk about it after we wake up."
Spirit Hall has blocked him and will no longer give him Soul Master subsidies.
As a result, he had no source of income and his life was very tight.
The idea of going to a hotel is getting stronger and stronger. Gangzi has never been so miserable. In the past, even if I had no money, I could eat and drink in the name of my family or Grandmaster.
But now it doesn't work at all.
The cold wind whistled at the entrance of the alley, and he subconsciously wrapped the robe tightly around him.
That robe was once his most dignified piece of clothing, but now it was covered in dust and had frayed edges.
This robe was the only thing he brought out when he was kicked out of the house.
He rubbed his hands and let out a breath of white air.
He walked along the street for a while, his footsteps making a slight scraping sound on the street.
There were not many pedestrians passing by, and occasionally someone would look at him and then look away.
He stopped and looked up ahead.
There is a hot pot restaurant there with warm yellow lights.
The huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows clearly reflected the scene in the store before his eyes.
Inside the window, a family is sitting around the table by the window. The bottom of the red oil pot is rolling gurglingly in the pot. The thick white steam is wrapped in the aroma of Sichuan peppercorns and chili peppers and slowly climbs against the inside of the glass, like a flowing warm curtain.
The parents sat on both sides, with chopsticks going back and forth between the pot and the child's bowl. The child's mouth was bulging, his cheeks were like two little hamsters full of fruits, and his eyes were narrowed into slits when he smiled, and even his eyelashes were stained with moisture.
The crisp laughter seemed to penetrate the glass and reach Yu Xiaogang's ears.
He stood outside the window, his shoulders hunched, his robe rustling in the wind. The cold wind poured in from the alley, freezing him from head to toe.
It was just because he was trapped in boundless despair at the moment, wearing ragged clothes and suffering from hunger and cold.
Such warmth formed a dazzling contrast with his embarrassment.
When Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was in its heyday, eating a meal around a pot was trivial and mediocre, not worth mentioning.
But at this moment, those warm fragments that he had forgotten in the depths of his memory and had once been regarded as "insignificant" floated up one by one, like ashes blown away and gathered by the wind.
Yu Xiaogang stood outside the window and watched for a long time.
A violent chill suddenly ran down Yu Xiaogang's back.
Then he pushed open the door of the hot pot restaurant.
"Welcome, who are you?"
Yu Xiaogang raised his chin, with the same arrogant and unquestionable tone in his voice.
"Bullshit."
He took a step inside, glanced at the layout of the store, and then sat down at a table by the window.
Yu Xiaogang ordered a table of hot pot side dishes.
Eat so much, I'm really hungry.
came a voice from the next table.
"Why does that man look familiar?"
Another voice answered, "It seems to be that Yu Xiaogang, right?"
The third person's voice was even lower, with an irrepressible mockery. "I heard that he was called back to the family to be a breeding pig. It made me laugh."
Yu Xiaogang paused with his chopsticks.
He turned to look at the next table, his eyes swept across several faces, and said angrily.
"What did you say?"
The man at the next table laughed and said, "You are a breeding pig."
Yu Xiaogang's face turned red, he stood up from the chair, and the chair legs scraped on the ground with a harsh sound.
"Say it again?"
The man at the next table put down his chopsticks, "What? You still want to fight? A loser who only reached level 29 at the age of fifty."
The waiter came over quickly and said, "Sir, please don't have any conflicts in the store."
The man at the next table sneered and picked up the chopsticks again, "Okay, without quarreling with you, breeding pigs is not easy."
Yu Xiaogang stood there, breathing rapidly, his face turning from red to white.
In the past, his Grandmaster reputation was used everywhere, and he looked up to you when he went to dinner.
But now, even passers-by dare to laugh at him at will.
Without the protection of the sect and the aura of the family, he is now just a down-and-out man who has problems with food and clothing.
What is even more unspeakable is that the breeding pigs were not finished and were kicked out.
Yu Xiaogang gritted his back molars, swallowed back his anger, sat down slowly, and continued eating.
That's it for today, don't waste it just because you're angry.
After the meal, he waved to the waiter and said, "Check out."
The waiter handed over the bill.
Yu Xiaogang reached out and touched the cuffs, then touched the waist, and then touched the inside of the skirt.
His hand paused. He lowered his head, turned over it again, and then raised his head to look at the waiter.
"My wallet... seems to have been stolen."
The waiter's expression remained unchanged, "Sir, could you please contact an acquaintance?"
Several people at the next table laughed again. "Can't even pay for the meal?"
Yu Xiaogang's face turned red again, "I... damn thief..."
"Can I pay on credit? Don't worry, my name as Grandmaster can still deceive you out of a meal."
The waiter was silent for a while.
"Sorry, our store does not accept credit!"
"However, we can be accommodating. If you are temporarily inconvenient, you can help out in the kitchen and offset part of the meal cost."
Yu Xiaogang was angry.
"Are you looking down on me, Grandmaster? Can I, Grandmaster, give you this little money?"
The waiter was speechless. One mouthful of Grandmaster. You have to pay for Grandmaster when you eat.
"Sir, if this is the case, we can only ask people from the public security station to handle it."
Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth.
"Don't..."
If people from the public security station really caught me, it would be a huge shame.
After a while, he lowered his head.
"Okay, I... wash the dishes."
Several people at the next table were stunned for a moment, and then burst into exaggerated laughter.
"Everyone, come and see! The former young master Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan can't even pay for a hot pot meal now!"
"You still have to wash dishes to pay for meals. It's so funny!"
The store immediately exploded.
Laughter, discussion, and Taunt sounds came and went, like countless whips, hitting Yu Xiaogang hard on the face.
Yu Xiaogang's face instantly turned red, from her cheeks to her ears, and it was so hot that it felt like it was about to burn.
He quickly covered his face with his hands and ran towards the kitchen as if he was running away.