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Chapter 8 The scent in the chamber pot

Chapter 8 The scent in the chamber pot

He Lanshan frowned and rushed over to snatch the pot, and poured the little chicken left into the chamber pot.

"This is meat!" He Qinmao's eyes were widened, his cheeks were still stuffed with meat, and his little face wrinkled because of distress.

He Qinzheng also glared at He Lanshan angrily. The remaining pieces were all fat chicken thighs, which they were reluctant to eat and specially reserved for the eldest brother.

"Okay, your second roomer actually hid in the room and secretly ate meat." The door was pushed open suddenly, and Mrs. He appeared with a cold face, looking terrifying like a ghost in the dark night outside.

"No, where is the meat? Did you stew the meat today?" He Lanshan calmly rushed to the front, blocking He Qinmao whose cheeks were still bulging, and said very softly, "Hurry up and swallow it."

"I said I smelled the smell of meat, but the old man still doesn't believe it. Have you stewed chicken soup?" Mrs. He drooped her face, her eyes locked on He Qinmao's face, and she vigorously held He Lanshan Push away, "Get out of the way, Mao Mao, what are you eating?"

He Lanshan was pushed away, her legs were resting on the corner of the stool, so painful that she couldn't breathe.

Seeing that the old lady He had already grabbed He Qinmao, pinching his bulging cheeks with her big rough palms, she was about to put two fingers into his mouth, and when He Qinzheng saw this, she hugged old lady He.

"What are you doing, baby, you scared Mao Mao!" He Qinzheng winked at He Qinmao.

After realizing it later, He Qinmao finally blushed, swallowed what was in his mouth, and bit the old lady He's finger. The old lady He threw away He Qinzheng in pain, and became more determined that they hid Steal meat.

"Grandma, what we eat are steamed buns." Enduring the pain, He Lanshan walked up to Old Madam He, and showed her half of the black-faced steamed buns. With Old Madam He's stubborn temper, she might lose them tonight. sleep.

Mrs. He slapped the black-faced steamed bun off with a slap, sniffed deeply in the room, and finally stopped in front of the chamber pot.

She looked at the chamber pot with a strange expression, and thought to herself that these three bastards poured the meat into the chamber pot because they were afraid of being caught and eaten by her.

While she was hesitating, she heard He Qinzheng say: "What is grandma doing? Mao Mao just smelt in the chamber pot and it's still warm. Do you want to see grandma?"

"Get out." Mrs. He's face darkened.

If people know that she stays up in the middle of the night to dig through her grandson's chamber pot to see hot shit, she will lose face.

I decided in my heart that they ate the meat, but I had no choice but to leave angrily. When I went out, I bumped into He Qinfeng who came out of Zhao Shuangxi's room with a bowl.

Mrs. He turned her eyes and deliberately lied to him, "Okay, you guys burn meat in the house, do you still have my milk in your eyes?"

"Didn't you take away all the pheasant chicken yesterday? We just warmed up the half bowl of chicken soup that mother drank yesterday in the house, and now mother has just fallen asleep." He Qinfeng saw his younger siblings by the door Blinking at himself, he thought in his heart and said so.

Mrs. He thinks that the second room is a group of shallow-sighted people. If she really had flesh, she would not be willing to pour it into the chamber pot because she was afraid of being discovered by herself. She muttered, "I'm sorry you don't dare to lie to me!" and walked out with her little feet. go.

"Brother, it's too dangerous. We were almost discovered." He Qinzheng hurriedly pulled He Qinfeng into the room, and the four brothers and sisters closed the door and talked.

He Qinmao also pointed at his mouth aggrieved, "Brother, look, my mouth was torn by milk."

There was indeed a nail mark on the small red mouth, and it was bloodshot.

"That meat..." He Qinfeng hugged He Qinmao and sat on his lap, rubbing his little face in distress.

"Didn't that meat be shared by the grandma yesterday?" He Lanshan looked at a shadow reflected on the window paper, and guessed that Mrs. He had gone and returned to eavesdrop.

She thought that this old lady was really sinister, and quietly pointed to the window paper, only to see a small hole in the window paper by Mrs. He, revealing a dark eye, which was scary at night.

The three boys in the family understood, so He Qinzheng said on purpose: "Why does grandma think she is eating meat, she must be greedy for meat, smelling Mao Mao's shit smells like meat, if it wasn't for me pulling her Stretch your neck to see."

"Giggle." He Qinmao laughed and let out a series of chicken crows.

Mrs. He, who was hiding outside and eavesdropping, was so angry that her mouth was twisted. After listening to them talking about the children in the village for a while, she was disappointed. leave.

It was windy at night, and she sneezed several times when she left.

(End of this chapter)