Those people in the Song family are actually not as sensible as a five-year-old child. It is really hopeless.

I don’t know why a group of people like that have a protagonist aura.

Thinking of this, Wang Yixi shook his head and walked towards the kitchen with a sigh.

There is indeed a locked cabinet in the kitchen.

The lock on the cabinet seemed to be old, and it was difficult to open without a key.

Wang Yixi was not worried and directly took a firewood ax from the kitchen and split the lock from the middle.

In fact, the iron tools of this era were not as strong as those of later generations, and were still brittle, so Wang Yixi broke the lock from the middle with a few strokes of the axe.

Naturally, Mrs. Song in the room heard the sound coming from the kitchen clearly.

After two loud noises, Mrs. Song's eyelids twitched slightly, and a bad premonition came to her heart.

She didn't care about being sulky anymore, and quickly opened the door and walked towards the kitchen.

Sure enough, as soon as he entered, he saw that his locked food cabinet was wide open, and the bag of noodles he had stored in it was already more than half empty.

When I turned around again, I saw that Wang Yixi had already started kneading the dough.

When Mrs. Song watched the white flour being kneaded into dough by Wang Yixi, her chest began to rise and fall violently, and she almost lost her breath.

But Wang Yixi seemed to have just seen Mrs. Song. He glanced at her and said with a half-smile:

"Why is mom here? But what's the matter?"

When Mrs. Song heard that Wang Yixi dared to ask such a question, she gritted her teeth in anger on the spot.

He stretched out his hand and pointed at Wang Yixi fiercely and said in a trembling voice: "Wang Erya, what are you going to do?"

When Wang Yixi heard Mrs. Song's question, she raised her head and glanced at her in surprise, then raised the flour in her hand and said to her:

"Of course I'm making white flour steamed buns, otherwise what else can I do?"

"Who asked you to use these white flour to make steamed buns?"

Mrs. Song's voice was a little sharp.

All this flour is reserved for myself and my three grandchildren. Now that Wang Yixi is using it, what else will I and my three grandchildren eat?

Although her Song family is now in decline, after all, it was once wealthy.

Of course, you can't just eat vegetable cakes every day like the mud-legged people in the village.

So I asked my son to buy some white flour from the city, just to eat a white flour steamed bun every morning, so that it would be delicious all day long.

But I didn't expect that Wang Yixi would be the one to blame now.

Mrs. Song was so angry that her whole body was shaking.

But Wang Yixi said with an innocent face: "Can't you eat it? I saw that the steamed buns made by my mother today seemed to be short of those for me and the dog, so I made some more and left them for me and the dog to eat later. Mother thought

Is there any problem?"

When Mrs. Song heard what Wang Yixi said, she immediately became very angry.

She made white flour steamed buns and didn't care, she actually wanted to keep them for herself.

This Wang Erya is just a dirt-legged guy from the countryside, how can he deserve to eat such good food?

So he became cold-faced on the spot: "Well, you Wang Erya, you are a greedy thing, you actually dare to steal the white flour at home, see if I don't beat you to death."

With that said, he walked towards the corner of the kitchen, skillfully picked up a broom and knocked it down on Wang Yixi.

Seeing the sudden action of the other party, the dog who was lighting the fire was startled. The memory of the fear suddenly came to life, and his face turned pale instantly.

He quickly stood in front of Wang Yixi.

However, Wang Yixi gently pushed him away.

Wang Yixi's face turned cold when she saw Mrs. Song rushing over.

The other party is just an old lady, so she is naturally no match for Wang Yixi.

Wang Yixi snatched the broom away and said in a cold voice:

"Mom, what are you talking about? What do you mean by stealing? I spent my own money to buy these white noodles. Why can't I eat them? What's the reason?"

When Mrs. Song saw that the broom in her hand was snatched away by Wang Yixi, and the other person looked so unrepentant, she was so angry that her whole body was shaking.

"What do you call your things? My son bought them all."

Wang Yixi almost laughed out loud when he heard the other party's confident look.

"Did your son buy it back? Did you know that your son has never received a penny from outside since he entered private school, and all the money in the family was earned by killing pigs with my father, and I took what I earned

The money provided for your Song family to study, and now you are slandering me for stealing food. Is this what your Song family calls a tutor? Tsk, tsk, ungrateful, I think the upbringing of your Song family is nothing more than this."

Wang Yixi sneered as he spoke, with a look of disdain in his eyes.

Mrs. Song values ​​rules the most, but now she is despised by a village girl whom she despises.

I immediately became very angry.

The whole person was shaking.

"It's so outrageous that a daughter-in-law dares to contradict her mother-in-law, because I won't let my son divorce you."

Hearing what the other party said, Wang Yixi sneered.

"Dive me? I couldn't ask for more. What kind of love do you think your son is? He is just an old man with three oil bottles. If I hadn't fallen in love with his appearance when I was young,

Do you think anyone in the village would marry a man like him?"

Wang Yixi deliberately said it with a look of disdain just to make Mrs. Song angry.

Wang Yixi knew from the original owner's previous memories that Mrs. Song usually valued Song Xin's status as a scholar the most.

I have always felt that my son is the most powerful person in the world.

Now that he is in this village, he has wronged his own son.

And nothing in this village is worthy of my son.

So Wang Yixi's method of deliberately belittling it worked as expected.

When Mrs. Song heard that Wang Yixi actually said this about her son, she immediately trembled with anger.

"You Wang Erya, you are such a man. I think you really want to be divorced. My son is a distinguished scholar. It is your blessing to fall in love with a pig butcher's daughter like you in eight lifetimes. You

Now you dare to slander my son like this, I think you don't want to live anymore."

Mrs. Song deliberately kept a straight face to scare Wang Yixi.

In Wang Yixi's memory, Mrs. Song used to treat the original owner like this.

Because there were no educated people in the family where the original owner was born, she highly respected scholars.

At that time, when Song Xin had not yet passed the examination as a scholar, Mrs. Song claimed that her son was a distinguished scholar. A pig-killing woman like the original owner was not worthy of her son at all.

Use this as an excuse to belittle the original owner.

It also made the original owner feel more and more inferior.

So that later, when the original owner was criticized by Mrs. Song, he would only reflect on whether his status was too low and thus embarrassed his husband. However, he never thought about the reason why Song Xin was able to pass the examination as a boy student or a scholar.
Chapter completed!