Ning Yuan saw this and wanted to hide away, but was too late.
She could only close her eyes tightly and raise her hands to protect her head subconsciously, but the next moment——
"Bang!" A sharp sound of wind swept past.
A tall and thin figure suddenly grabbed her, pulled her into his arms, and swept away the things that were thrown at her.
Ning Yuan was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked up at the man who was protecting her in his arms.
Rong Zhaonan lowered his head: "Are you okay?"
She shook her head hurriedly and subconsciously withdrew from his arms: "It's okay!"
But the next moment, the thing was smashed to the side, and a nauseating stench suddenly came out.
"Ugh!" Ning Yuan subconsciously covered her nose and almost vomited, feeling angry and annoyed——
It’s actually shit!
"You're an immoral person. He just stole my things, but he dared to smash my shit!" Ning Yuan jumped to her feet in annoyance and gave chase.
It's so disgusting and unappetizing!
If that bag of shit hit her on the head, she would have nightmares for three days and not want to eat anything.
However, Rong Zhaonan moved faster than her. He flew out like an arrow from a string and rushed to the black figure in a few seconds.
He raised his foot and kicked the opponent in the back, but the moment he kicked the opponent, he paused.
The other party was swept by the strong wind and stumbled to the ground. The pot also fell to the ground and half of it spilled out.
The thief fell down, but was not afraid of burning his hands. He hurriedly reached out to grab the dirty porridge scattered on the ground and put it into the pot: "My porridge!"
Ning Yuan also gasped and rushed to the thief, angrily reaching out to grab the other man's collar: "This is my porridge!"
But when she pulled it, she was stunned.
Through the moonlight, she clearly saw that what she was holding was a skinny old woman with gray hair and a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.
The other party was glaring at her fiercely, reaching out and grabbing the handle of the aluminum pot: "Mine, this porridge is mine, give it to me!"
The old lady was so thin that she had only a handful of bones. She didn't know where she got such strength. While grabbing the porridge, she reached out to scratch Ning Yuan's face.
"Okay, Granny Xia, don't go too far!" Rong Zhaonan grabbed the old lady's hand.
Otherwise, her nails would scratch Ning Yuan's eyes.
Ning Yuan was so angry that she raised her hand and slapped the old lady's hand away, grabbing the pot: "Let go, this is my porridge, my pot, and my fish!"
There is really no point in reasoning. This bad old woman hit her with feces, stole her porridge, and even tried to scratch her eyes!
The old lady with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks saw that she could not grab the porridge pot, and she was dragged by Rong Zhaonan, unable to move away.
She opened her mouth wide, then suddenly sat down on the ground and started crying——
"My porridge, my porridge, is my porridge. I'm going to the commune to report you for secretly poaching the public house and stealing my porridge!"
Ning Yuan stared blankly at the old lady who was as fleshy as a hob, and for a moment she didn't know what to say.
Fuck...if in a few decades, the old lady lay down on the ground, wouldn't she have to go bankrupt?
Rong Zhaonan let go of his hand, squatted down, and said coldly to Aunt Xia: "Aunt Xia, if you keep making noise, I won't give you any food in the future."
Just such a sentence made Grandma Xia stop crying immediately.
She glared at Rong Zhaonan fiercely: "I knew that you married a wife and didn't behave like a human being when you got into bed!"
"Cough cough cough..." Ning Yuan almost blushed. What kind of era is this? How could anyone dare to say such a thing!
Rong Zhaonan raised his eyebrows: "Grandma Xia, don't talk nonsense, you have gone too far today."
Grandma Xia snorted coldly, got up with a hunched body, and patted the dirt on her body——
"What's too much? I said something wrong! You married a wife and didn't give us any food. I'll get it myself. What's wrong? Hurry up and ask that dead girl to give me the porridge. The old man and I are waiting to eat. "
Ning Yuan was also convinced. She had never seen someone begging for food as a matter of course, and he threatened her?
She held the pot and sneered: "I cooked this meal, he may not even have a share, let alone you!"
It's not that she couldn't tell that Rong Zhaonan seemed to have something to do with this old woman.
But she has been a soft persimmon all her life, and she never wants to be a soft persimmon without any bottom line in her life!
Grandma Xia was shocked when she saw this. She pointed at her and said tremblingly: "You, you, you... this shrew!"
Ning Yuan rolled her eyes: "You have the nerve to call me a bitch?"
After saying that, she turned around and left with the pot in hand.
But the next moment, a big hand suddenly held her hand: "Wait a minute, Ning Yuan, Grandma Xia's husband is sick, give her this pot of porridge."
Ning Yuan turned her head, looked at Rong Zhaonan, and asked expressionlessly: "Why, what does it have to do with me?"
With his commanding tone, did he really think they were a couple?
So what if they are a couple?
Rong Zhaonan's tone of matter-of-factness made her suddenly remember that her husband Li Yan in her previous life was like this——
After getting married and returning to the city, those seven aunts, eight aunts and nine uncles from the countryside would take turns coming to stay at home every year to enjoy the autumn breeze, asking for errands and money.
She was always asked to cook and clean.
Li Yan would never ask her for her opinion, and he would always notify anyone who was coming to live there, so they should go buy groceries and cook as soon as possible.
Their wages are not high, and they even have to borrow money to live in order to satisfy the people in their hometown.
The reason is that we cannot just take care of our small family and ignore the feelings of relatives and friends in the countryside.
But why? She just married him, but it was like marrying someone from a whole village.
She is not the one who owes favors, she is the one who serves people, and she is the one who is tired.
She calculated carefully that when buying eggs, she still had to look at which one was cheaper by two cents, but no matter how much she did.
If she complains twice, she will be dismissed by Li Yan as not generous, sensible, virtuous, and not good enough.
Rong Zhaonan looked at Ning Yuan and her face suddenly turned cold. Her appearance made him stunned.
Why did she react so much...
The man involuntarily let go of his hand and said in a deep voice: "I owe you a favor. Uncle Tang is in poor health. He has been busy these days and has not given them food."
Ning Yuan glanced at Aunt Xia and saw her glaring at her, but she couldn't help but sip her saliva. She was thin, dirty and smelly.
She suddenly walked towards the path with the pot in hand: "Okay, I remember, I will carry this pot for you."
Boss Rong owes me a favor?
This is very possible!
She didn't like Aunt Xia at all.
But she was very curious about who could help Mr. Rong when he couldn't protect himself.
