Chapter 163

Good heavens, is this little boy still human? How could he be so vicious toward his own grandmother?

Worse than beasts—they've torn off a piece of flesh!

Good grandson, don't look—take it as a warning, take it as shame.

No comparison, no hurt—an old grandmother in the crowd covered her grandson's eyes, not letting him see such a bloody scene.

Yet the little boy whose eyes were shielded said in a fragile voice:

"Grandma, I know—I won't hurt you. You've been so good to me; when I grow up I'll buy you lots of tasty food and lots of nice clothes~"

Children speak without guile, it's true—but this little boy clearly looks younger than the one who caused harm, yet he understands right from wrong and knows gratitude.

Comparing the two, the gap is instantly obvious.

"Old lady, why bother? Look how you've raised your grandson—he's bitten you like an enemy!"

In the crowd, someone tried to advise, but was quickly retorted by that old lady—

"Pah, you're not allowed to talk about my grandson—he's just strong, can't blame him; he's the hope of our Lao Bao family to bring glory and honor to our ancestors!"

This made the onlookers' faces twist with anger—apparently it's like Zhou Yu beating Huang Gai, one willing to strike, the other willing to take it!

Shen Man was also speechless; indeed, the pitiable always have something hateful about them—respect others' fates, don't meddle in their karma.

"Jiang Ye, let's go—I'm hungry."

She wouldn't be foolishly kind enough to bandage that old lady's wound; some people need to suffer a bit before they understand why flowers are so red.

"Mm."

Jiang Ye said what needed to be said; some people, if they're stupid enough to be scammed, deserve it.

Moreover, in his view, a child who disregards kin and bears malice toward others will eventually become a disaster.

The Supply and Marketing Cooperative president watched helplessly as that officer left, anxiously turning in circles.

Is he now supposed to bind the person and send them to the Public Security Bureau, or what's the procedure?

In the crowd, two inspectors who checked the operations of various Supply and Marketing Cooperatives and gave workers ratings glanced at each other, then silently put a cross next to this cooperative's president on their notebook.

As the saying goes, kindness does not command troops, righteousness does not manage wealth.

Such an indecisive person is unfit to be a manager.

This little incident was quickly tossed out of Shen Man's mind.

But she didn't expect that, years later, a revenge against her would have its seeds planted here...

Her stomach was truly empty, so the two went to the Guoyingfanguan, found Lao Mo to make something tasty, to improve their meals.

Lao Mo wore a vest, had a cigarette dangling from his lips, his body was corded muscle, gunshot scars faintly visible, giving off the aura of an unapproachable boss.

Thankfully he's always busy in the back kitchen and rarely comes out, otherwise some little brat would surely be scared to tears.

But often it's those with a rough exterior but a soft, kind heart who are most grateful.

"You guys came at just the right time—I managed to get fifty-some catties of beef today, I'll make you two bowls of beef noodle soup."

The remaining braised beef I'll slice two catties for you two, then you help me bring six catties to Section Commander Duan—he's been complaining he hasn't had braised beef in ages.

"That's indeed a blessing for us today—sure, how about you whip up a plate of fried peanuts?"

Sprinkle some salt on it, make two dishes, I'll send them to Section Commander Duan—he'll be delighted.

Facing Lao Mo, Jiang Ye obviously became more talkative and even started joking.

With anyone else, he wouldn't have that much patience, nor be so approachable.

Shen Man noted the man's changes in her heart, staying silent, content to be the little wife behind the man.

But Lao Mo is different—although he never married, he's very good at taking care of people.

"Sister-in-law, is the stove that Old Zhou and I built for you last time working well?"

Shen Man heard, nodded, and praised:

"Mm, it works well, no smoke leakage, I've started using it—it's quite handy."

"Good, another day Old Zhou will say his homegrown durians are ripe and send you a sack."

After Lao Mo finished speaking, seeing more customers come into the shop, he smiled at the two, turned and went back into the kitchen to get busy.

"Wife, durian is a bit smelly; if you can't get used to it, we'll quietly give it away."

After Jiang Ye waited for Lao Mo to walk away, he then whispered to his wife.

For example, he isn't used to the smell of this fruit.

"Well, this isn't too great; we'll see when the time comes."

Shen Man instinctively swallowed her retort, almost forgetting that she's always been at her Suzhou hometown and has never come into contact with durian.

Can't say she likes it; she'll have to pretend not to know, then watch her perform!

Jiang Ye grunted, if his wife likes eating it, he'll have Zhou Yan occasionally send more to their home.

If she doesn't like it, then she can stay wherever it's cool.

Zhou Yan: Double standards!

Today a sign was placed at the restaurant's entrance: beef noodles, limited to thirty bowls.

So besides Shen Man and them, another twenty-eight customers came in one after another wanting noodles.

But Lao Mo, for his own people, laid two thick layers of beef under the noodles, obviously giving them a larger portion than others.

When Shen Man poked the noodles with her chopsticks, she suddenly felt the texture was off.

Just as she was about to flip them, the man stopped her.

Obviously, Jiang Ye had already noticed and placed an obstacle in front of his wife's bowl.

"Go ahead and eat."

Others just thought it was that officer not wanting anyone to peek at his wife, so they paid no mind, avoiding a verbal spat.

As for Jiang Ye, he glanced around—ordinary folks wouldn't dare meet his gaze, let alone stare.

Anyone who's been on the battlefield knows that killing intent, murderous aura, and the aura they create are very oppressive.

Anyone with a guilty conscience can be scared to piss themselves on the spot.

Anyone who often eats beef noodle soup knows that a fragrant broth and chewy noodles make it taste better.

Lao Mo's cooking skills are beyond doubt.

Whether it's the broth, the noodles, or the aroma from the scallions, it makes you unable to stop.

The bowl had too many meat chunks; Shen Man ate half, drank a lot of soup, and felt stuffed.

The rest was naturally taken care of by the man beside her.

Even brothers settle accounts clearly; besides, Jiang Ye knew Lao Mo's situation, so he not only paid for the beef noodles but also settled the portion meant for Section Commander Duan.

"Lao Mo, if the matchmaker sets you up, just go along—look at you, a lonely bachelor."

"Hmph, no need for you to worry; Section Commander Duan said he'll introduce me if he meets someone suitable, and maybe soon I'll be drinking your wedding wine."

"That's great; when the time comes, my wife and I will definitely bring a big gift."

"That's about right~"

We're brothers who've gone through life and death together—no need for pleasantries.

A pat on the shoulder, a glance—everything is understood without words.

Jiang Ye could clearly feel that, since Lao Mo and Section Commander Duan cleared things up, their mental states have changed.

Now, not bad, not bad—no longer refusing blind dates.

Pretty good......